He turned round now, streaming with perspiration and flushed with triumph, to find that Harry had been limping and panting after him, to come up now, hot and angry.
"I've won," cried Phra. "What a capital game!"
"You've won!" grumbled Harry. "Of course you have. Any one could win who didn't play fair. But it wasn't playing."
"Why, what's the matter?" said Phra, staring.
"You know; you kicked me instead of the ball, and crippled me so that
I couldn't try."
"I'm so sorry, Hal. Ought you to have been kicking too?"
"Yes, and I wish I had—I wish I had kicked you at the beginning as you did me."
"But that was an accident," said Phra earnestly.
"It hurt just as much as if you had done it on purpose."
"Never mind," cried Phra; "let's begin again. I didn't understand the game. But, I say; it's splendid fun."