Dade’s head was bandaged, but he had otherwise entirely recovered. The blow of the stone hidden in the snowball had been a heavy one, sufficiently heavy to temporarily knock him out, but, with the exception of the cut on the head, which promised to heal readily, he had already thrown off its effects.
“Nice little souvenir of the fun of the morning!” said Pike, nodding at the bandaged head. “I guess you know you have Starbright to thank for that?”
“I did think so at first, but I don’t know now. He denies it.”
“Of course he denies it! He’d be an idiot to confess, wouldn’t he?”
“Then who struck him? I didn’t. How do you account for the fact that he was also hit on the head with a stone hidden in another snowball?”
“You’re easy, Morgan!”
“What do you mean by that?” Dade queried, flushing.
“Just what I say. You’re dead easy. Starbright threw that snowball. How do I know? Jimmy Seldon saw him!”
Dade straightened in his chair, while the dark look on his face deepened.
“Did Seldon tell you that?”