“Oh, Phil!” she cried. “Did you get hurt?” for she saw him limping, and she held out her hands to him.
“Just a little twist,” he explained. “Not worth mentioning. How are you, Madge?” he went on, after patting his sister on the shoulder, and he held his hands eagerly out to Miss Tyler.
“Fine!” she exclaimed. “Oh, wasn’t it a great game?”
“For us,” put in Tom, who had greeted Ruth, and now turned to the other girl.
“Good afternoon, Tom,” spoke Madge, and Tom fancied there was just a tinge of coldness in her voice. She continued talking to Phil.
“Did you think you would win?” asked Phil’s sister of Tom as she looked eagerly up into his face.
“Well, not all the while,” replied the left-end. “Once or twice I began to think we’d lose. But you can’t down Randall.”
“No; it takes Fairview to do that, not Boxer Hall,” put in Madge quickly.
“Now, be nice—be nice!” pleaded Phil with a laugh. “I thought you were a friend of mine, Madge.”
“So I am,” she replied gaily; “but I can’t help saying that.”