“When the race was first proposed did you have it?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“I thought it might not interfere with me.”
“Then I suppose you don’t consider this a fair race?”
“Of course not. How can a fellow skate well when he’s got a splitting headache?”
“Would you have said anything about the headache if you had won?”
“Look here, Harry Julian, I don’t like the way you talk. If you mean to insult me say so at once.”
“I don’t care to insult anyone,” said Harry, coldly. “Since you don’t consider this a fair race I presume Tom will be willing to race you any time you may appoint. You can wait till you are in perfect health.”
“Yes,” said Tom, “I am ready to race any time. Rupert is an excellent skater, and I shouldn’t be at all surprised if he beat me some time,” he added, generously.