“They won’t,” said Jack very positively, for, somehow, his heart went out to the queer lad. “If they do, just send them to me. As for Snaith and his crowd, I guess they won’t bother you after this. Say, but you went right up to Glen, all right.”
“I took boxing lessons—once,” went on Will timidly. “I’m not afraid in a fair fight.”
“Glad to hear it, but I fancy they’ll not bother you any more. Do you know Nat Anderson?” and Jack nodded at his chum.
“I’m glad to meet you,” spoke Will, holding out his hand.
“Same here,” responded Nat. “Unified uppercuts! but you went at Glen good and proper!”
“You mustn’t mind Nat’s queer expressions,” said Jack with a smile, as he saw Will looking in rather a puzzled way at Nat. “They were vaccinated in him, and he can’t get rid of them.”
“You get out!” exclaimed Jack’s chum.
“Going anywhere in particular?” asked Jack of Will, as he straightened out a cuff that had become disarranged in the scrimmage.
“No, I guess not.”
“Then come on and take a walk with us.”