“Never enjoyed a waltz so much in my life, fellows,” declared Gene. “Didn’t I have a queen?”
“She’s Merriwell’s best,” said somebody. “Look out, or you’ll get tangled up with him.”
“Merriwell be hanged! I don’t care for him.”
“Perhaps not, but still, he’s bad medicine. She is a queen, though.”
“Fellows, she’s a peach of a waltzer,” declared Gene, while Hodge began to tremble in every limb.
“You must be struck on her,” chuckled one of the others.
“I’m hard hit. I wouldn’t mind winning her for keeps.”
“You can’t win her away from Merriwell.”
“I got the first waltz with her.”
“Well, that was something; but he’ll waltz with her oftener than you do to-night.”