“I’ll go the fizz for the crowd that he doesn’t.”
“Done!”
By this time Bart was furious. His hands were opening and closing nervously, and it seemed that his hoarse breathing must be heard by the group of students.
“Oh, this is going to be easy!” laughed Skelding.
“That’s all right. We’ll see how easy it is. I saw Merriwell watching you.”
“I’m glad of that. Made him jealous. Ha, ha!”
“You seem to think you have a safe thing.”
“Why, fellows, I’ll tell you something: she squeezed my hand during the waltz.”
“You’re a miserable liar and a cur!” said Bart Hodge, as he stepped into the midst of the group and confronted Skelding.