“What’s that?” asked Gerald, as Dan, a hand on his arm, led him back toward Dudley.
“Why, agree not to fight again,” Dan explained. “You stay over there on the steps.”
“But I want to fight!” cried Gerald.
“All right, then, fight. Hello, Alf! Did you get any?”
“Yes, we got nine altogether.”
“Where are they?”
“Oh, here somewhere. They’re going to fight with us.”
“Is it right to do that?” asked Gerald anxiously.
“Of course! That’s the way we play the game here.”