"Yes?"
"Stand out here—that's it, knee to knee. Can't you just feel it behind you?"
"Yes," said Dink, surprised that in the big body there was an imagination akin to his own. Then he said abruptly:
"Tough, I guess there won't be any fight."
"No—not after this."
"What the deuce did we get a grudge for, anyway?"
"I always liked you, Dink, but you wouldn't have it."
"I was a mean little varmint!"
"Rats! I say, Dink, we've got two years more on the old team. There's nothing going to get around our end, is there, old boy?"
"You bet there isn't!"