Sitting on a heap of snow, white and weak, he looked up at Starbright, as the latter walked over to inquire about his injury.
“You did that, you sneak!” he hissed.
Starbright grew red.
“If so, who did that?”
Dick showed the wound in his own head.
“I was knocked down by a snowball just before you were, and my head was split open. I saw the ball strike you.”
“You were behind me, then?” said Morgan.
“Yes, and I saw the ball strike you, and saw that it held a stone. Here is the delightful piece of granite that struck me!”
Starbright produced it.
“Well, you know I didn’t throw that!”