“We’ll see about that!” laughed Bert. “I don’t know if I want a snowball fight or not. But I’m not going to throw any now, I know that. It’s too near the school,” for the boys had been walking along as they talked.
“We aren’t within a block yet,” declared Danny. “It’s only against the rule to throw snowballs within a block of the school,” and he rounded in his hands a ball he had been making.
“I’m not scared to throw one now,” declared Sam, and he tossed a ball at a signboard, hitting it a resounding whack.
“Neither am I!” exclaimed Danny, and he also threw. As he did so Bert and John saw something on Danny’s finger gleaming golden in the sun. The flash seemed to remind Danny of an important matter, for he held up his right hand and cried: “Look at that! Isn’t that a peach? It’s a new gold ring I got for my birthday.”
“You’re lucky,” remarked Bert, as Danny held the ring out to be admired.
“I guess I am,” boasted Danny. “No fellow in our school has a valuable gold ring like that! My father gave it to me.”
“I should think you wouldn’t like to wear it for fear you might lose it,” remarked John.
“Naw, I won’t lose it,” drawled Danny. “Go on, Bert!” he cried. “I dare you to throw a snowball at the signboard. You can’t throw as straight as I did!”
“Yes, I can!” said Bert, who did not like this said of him.
“Go on! Let’s see you!” cried Sam Todd.