“Hi! Stop a minute!” he called. “You! H.M.S. Indomitable!”
“My name,” she flashed at him, “is Laura.”
“And mine,” he countered, with a twinkle, “is Justin.”
She gave him a wicked child’s grin.
“Good-bye, Mr. Justin——” and whipped her legs over the side of the stack.
But Justin could be quick when he chose. His long arm shot out and caught her by her loose child’s belt. She wriggled in his grip like a snared rabbit.
“Steady! You’d have walloped right into my bicycle if you’d jumped then,” he reproached her.
“It wasn’t that! You didn’t stop me for that! You guessed! I saw you guess!” She faced him quivering, defiant.
“Oh, you are running away then,” he chuckled. “Thought so!”
She turned on him like a leaping flame.