“Yes, it is. But it hadn’t occurred to me—”
“It was understood that we were to race in canoes,” exclaimed Gary hotly. “If you’d meant a running race—”
“You may have understood it that way,” said Poke, “but I certainly didn’t.” He looked at his shoes. “Got your blacking handy, Bull?”
“No, and don’t you think for a minute that I’m going to black your shoes for you! You didn’t race fair, and every one knows it! I won that race—”
But the sentiment of the crowd was against Gary. It was too good a joke to be spoiled by quibbles.
“Cut it out, Bull!”
“Of course he beat you! He didn’t say anything about staying in the canoes!”
“Go on and get your blacking, Bull!”
“Every one over to Mem!”