“Oh, that’s the way with you fellows, always!” sneered Gene Skelding, who chanced to be standing by. “Whenever Merriwell wins, it’s an indication that he’s the greatest player in the world; and when he loses it is because he is so generous that he does not wish to hurt the feelings of an opponent by defeating him.”
The little fellows turned on Skelding with flashing eyes.
“Oh, don’t fight!” Inza smilingly begged. “You’ll miss some interesting playing while you’re at it.”
“It’s a good thing you interfered,” said Bink, speaking to her a moment after. “We’d have eaten the fellow up.”
“I knew it, and so I interfered. I was like the little boy who ate up the piece of pie belonging to his little brother.”
She smiled sweetly. Bink stared.
“How was that?”
“I took the weaker one’s part.”
Bink fell over gurgling in the snow, and Danny gave him a kick to “drive some sense into him,” as he said.
“You’re missing it all,” Inza urged.