"That's a funny name. Do you hear that, fellows?"
"I do not see anything so very funny about it," replied Steve, his face flushing ever so little. "What is your name?"
"Mine? I'm Bob Jarvis. But, judging from your name, you must be one of those fellows who is always in a hurry. Does your mamma know you're here?"
"She does," answered Steve gravely.
"Is she a Rusher, too?"
"Her name is Rush, if that is what you mean."
"Well, what do you think of that? His mother's Rush and she's a Rusher, too. That must be a pretty lively family," scoffed Jarvis. "Why, I'll bet——"
"You will please leave my mother's name out of your talk," commanded Steve quietly, directing a level gaze at Jarvis.
"Touchy, eh? Do you hear that, fellows?"