"Humph!"
"Pretty nice game, Bob."
"Humph!" muttered the rich boy again.
"I see you are feeling fine again."
"I am not—I am real sick," answered the rich boy, quickly.
"Sick in bed, eh?" went on our hero, with a grin.
"I was in bed."
"Last night, I suppose. So was I."
"I'm sick yet."
"You showed it—by the way you were cheering and yelling."