“I know it a good deal better than you do,” continued Walter, his face betraying his deep feeling. “There isn’t any use in my saying I’m sorry. I don’t see how I could have done it. If you fellows want to put somebody in my place at short, I’ll agree to it. I’ll agree to anything that you may suggest. From now on, I want to be fair.”
“Don’t say any more, Walter,” interrupted Dan.
“Let him say it,” protested Ned. “It’ll do him good. When a fellow has let himself be made a fool of by such a chap as Gus Kiggins, he can’t do any more——”
“That’s right. He’s said enough. We all understand.”
“Do you call it off, Dan?” demanded Hodge.
“I most certainly do.”
“Well, if you are agreed, I don’t think there’s much for the rest of us to say.”
“Come on, Ned,” suggested Dan uneasily. “I thought you wanted me to go over to the doctor’s with you and get something for my arm.”
“I do,” said Ned, rising promptly. “We’ll settle this later,” he added, as he faced the boys.
“It’s all settled now,” said Dan quietly. “Everybody makes mistakes. I didn’t know what a butter-plate was for when I came.”