The words hurt. He'd show her that two could play at that game, even if the funds were to be drawn from the pig bank.
"I'll tell you," he shot back recklessly. "We'll go to the theater a week from Saturday. Isn't that better than sodas?" He watched her anxiously for she was most dear to his suddenly constant heart.
She assented eagerly. Nevertheless, it was plain that she still thirsted after the drug store flesh pots. He must interview Sid in the morning, for that catch in her voice was far from reassuring.
CHAPTER XIII
HE CRUSHES AND HUMILIATES A RIVAL
Sid, with new skates glistening at his side, was bound for the park lagoon when John ran across the street and stopped him.
"Come along?" asked Sid amicably. John shook his head.
"I want to talk to you," said he. "Bill says you're trying to cut me out with Louise. It's got to stop."
"What's he know about it?" asked the culprit defiantly.