The eyes of Inza Burrage were glowing and she could scarcely keep from cheering herself.
“Didn’t I tell you, Elsie!” she cried. “I knew what would happen! Both Frank and Bart are playing splendidly. Bart kept Hopkins from scoring that time, and then Frank made a goal for his own side.”
Elsie had brightened up, but she was quivering, while the color came and went in her cheeks.
“It’s awfully exciting!” she murmured. “I didn’t think it would be so exciting!”
“It’s a beautiful game,” said Inza; “and not enough is made of it in this country. The United States should not permit Canada to hold such a long lead in such a fine game.”
“Fred Fillmore didn’t stop Frank that time.”
“Hardly!”
“I wonder why he dislikes Frank so? I know he does dislike him.”
“Of course he does. He tried to lay it onto Frank when he and Tom Hackett came home intoxicated after that trip to the road house out on the Pimlico Road. I didn’t believe him; I knew he was lying. He and the other fellows tried to get Frank and Bart full, but they were fooled, and Fred has been holding a grudge ever since.”