“With The Duke? What the dickens did you do?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just paddled up to the island and sat there. Some fellows came along and we talked.”
“And that’s your idea of a bully time!” marveled Gerald. “George, observe our young friend and take a lesson from him. Forget that Broadwood beat you yesterday. Paddle on the river and cheer up!”
“Did they really beat us?” asked Kendall.
Kirk nodded gloomily. “They simply slaughtered us.”
“Don’t get him on the subject again, Kendall,” begged Gerald. “I found him moping on the steps and brought him along to brighten him up. He’s wailed and bewailed for half an hour and I can stand no more of it. Let’s find a cheerful subject of conversation, such as supper.”
“I’m awfully sorry,” said Kendall sympathetically.
“Let it go at that, then,” said Gerald. “You’ll start him off again if you aren’t careful. What lovely weather we’re having, George!”
Kirk laughed. “Well, we’ll get back at them in the Spring,” he said hopefully. “I wish you’d try for the team, Burtis.”