“I’ve had enough—for the present.”
CHAPTER XXIX
THE CHALLENGE
The fight was over. Sam arose and started away. Joe called after him:
“Won’t you shake hands? I’m sorry this happened, but can’t we be friends after this?”
“No!” snarled Sam. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”
There was nothing more to be said, and Joe walked away. He was somewhat stiff and sore, for a number of Sam’s blows had landed with telling effect. One in particular, on the muscles of his right forearm, made that member a bit stiff and numb.
“I’ve got to take care of that,” thought Joe, “or I can’t pitch Saturday.” He had only a few marks of the fight on his face and he was glad of it, for he did not want his mother or sister to know.