“No, it is no trick!” exclaimed Andy.
“Andy, you can’t meet him with your wrist in such bad shape,” expostulated Pepper.
“Postpone it until to-morrow,” suggested Dale, who was present.
“If he is to meet me at all it must be to-day,” said Coulter, flatly. “That bruise doesn’t amount to a hill of beans. I’ve got a hurt myself,” and he showed the back of his left hand, which had been slightly scratched by a playful kitten several days before.
“That is nothing to Andy’s bruise,” said Pepper. “See, his wrist is quite swelled.”
“Never mind, I’ll meet him, anyway—and beat him, too,” declared Andy. “Come on—I am ready if you are!”
CHAPTER VI
ANDY SNOW’S VICTORY
The crowd surrounding Andy were both pleased and astonished by his show of grit. It was easy to see that his wrist was in bad shape.
“Andy, you can’t do it to-day,” pleaded Pepper. “Make him meet you some other time.”
“It is to-day or never,” said Gus Coulter, bluntly.