One night, when they were preparing the coming day's lessons, Dick looked up from his book.
"Ande, remember the fight we had?"
"Yes."
"Did you 'ave anything in your hand when you struck me that last time?"
"No. Why?"
"'Cause, I thought it was a club," and Dick grinned.
"I hated to hit so hard. But it seemed none of my former blows were having much effect. It was like hitting an elephant."
There was silence in the study room for the space of half an hour, and then Dick asked his companion to review him o'er his lesson. Ande did so, and was agreeably surprised; it was the best lesson that Dick had ever prepared.
"I'm much obliged," said Dick. "This hearing of a lesson helps wonderfully."
"Dick," said Ande, "a red-headed Dane is a pretty-fair sort of a fellow, after all. I say, he has some redeemable virtues."