“That’s just like Flanders,” remarked Gif, in disgust. “He always was the most overbearing fellow I ever met.”
“Well, I can’t say quite as much as that,” answered Jack. “You mustn’t forget Gabe Werner and Slugger Brown,” he added, mentioning the names of two school bullies who for various reasons had had to leave the military academy.
“Yes, and don’t forget Bill Glutts, Werner’s crony,” put in Fred. “How I used to despise that butcher boy!”
“Now he has made something of a fizzle of his pitching, I understand Flanders is going in for rowing this summer,” came from Spouter.
“Well, if he makes as much of a failure of his rowing as he did of his pitching he won’t amount to a great deal,” was Andy’s comment.
“Don’t be so sure of that, Andy,” returned Jack. “Flanders wasn’t a half-bad pitcher. The only trouble with him was that when he got into a real tight place he was apt to lose his head. If he could have kept cool, he would have been one of the best pitchers in these parts.”
“We ought to get square with him for almost running us down,” came from Fred. “Gee! that big motor-boat might have cut us right in two!”
“It’s too bad he didn’t run her on the rocks in that channel,” was Randy’s comment.
“We’ll get square with Flanders some day. Just wait and see!” declared the young major.
The boys continued the discussion for a quarter of an hour longer, and then the Rovers intimated that they would have to get at some of their studies for the next day. Taking this hint, Gif and Spouter took their departure.