“Well, if you don’t like to see me, you have only yourself to blame; you’re the one that saved my life. I’ve been telling the whole camp about it, too. I’ve been telling them that maybe the reason you get rattled on land is because you really belong in the water. One fellow said you flopped last night. I said, ‘Well, what do you expect a fish out of water to do?’”
“Have you seen any of my—of the Ravens?”
“No, it would only make them sad to look at me. I was up there last night and nobody paid any attention to me.”
“They’ll call on you,” Tom said.
“When they wake up?”
“I’ve been peddling that radio set around all morning,” Allison continued. “I’ve been telling the crowd that if Will goes in for it, Mary Temple might just as well send it direct to him and not bother to come up—the contest is all over.”
“Oh, you’d better let her come up,” said Tom, busy at his task. “She’s a mighty pretty girl.”
“Yes?”
“Absolutely,” said Tom.
“Well, I’ll tell her Will got the wave in his hair from being so much in the ocean waves. What do you think of that wavy hair, Slade? Ever notice how he closes one eye on the road when he gets mad?”