"What's Leith got it in for him for?" demanded the hot-headed Fred Martin. "What's Bobby ever done to him?"
"Something about Bobby's not giving away a fight," said Pee Wee, who had got the news pretty straight from a waitress, who had heard Mr. Leith and Mr. Carrin talking about it.
"Aw, get out!" muttered Fred, rather abashed. He suddenly remembered the fight he had started with Sparrow.
"Never was a Lower School boy yet that won the medal," said How Purdy.
"But we'd all pull for him—wouldn't we?" demanded Mouser. "I like Bob all right."
"I do, too," said Skeets Brody. "He was the only fellow that would stay in and play checkers with me, when I had the sore throat."
"He's done a lot of things for me," admitted Howell. "I haven't forgotten them."
"Well!" sighed Pee Wee. "I couldn't count the times Bobby's given me his pudding at supper."
"I guess we all like him," Sparrow said. "He's square as he can be. Old Leith hasn't anything against him, I don't believe. It's just his meanness."
"No," said Pee Wee. "It's because Bobby wouldn't tell on somebody. I put it up to Bobby myself, and he got mad and told me to mind my eye," and the fat boy grinned.