“Well, you see, it was this way,” Ready explained, stepping up to Rosalind as Dade moved to meet her. “I knew how you felt about it, and that took away my heart. No one can skate well with the wishes of a handsome young lady against him.”
“Oh, come off!” Morgan snarled. “I beat you fair and square, and you know it.”
Somehow, Morgan had never appreciated the humor of the fellow of the apple-red cheeks.
Ready wiggled his right hand in his bland way.
“There’s a fellow over there you can’t beat!”
“Who?”
“Dick Starbright.”
Rosalind’s dark face grew warm, for the words had been caught up by Dashleigh and some other of Dick’s friends.
Finding himself growing angry, Morgan assumed a smile.
“It’s all right! I don’t care to race with Starbright!”