“You are a nice couple!” he began to grumble. “I do call it mean.”
“What is mean?” I said.
“Why, to have all the fun to yourselves and never send for a fellow. If it hadn’t been for the firing I shouldn’t have known anything about it. I wouldn’t have been so shabby to you.”
“Why, I didn’t think about you, Bob,” I said.
“That’s just like you, Sep Duncan. But I say, what a game!”
“I don’t see much game in it,” I said sadly. “Big’s father is in the lugger, and mine—”
“In the cutter trying to catch him,” cried Bob. “Oh, I say, what a game!”
“Look here!” said Bigley in a deep husky voice, “come down along with me, Sep, and take hold of my arm. I feel as if I wanted to fight.”
I did as he asked me and we went down, with Bob very silent coming behind, evidently feeling that he had said too much.
Bigley went straight to the cottage, where Mother Bonnet was waiting for him and ready to catch him by the shoulder.