“Your friend!” jeered Tubby. “A fine friend he is! You wait until after the big game, Dan; he won’t recognize you then when he meets you! Besides, this is more my room than it is yours. If you don’t like my company you can get out yourself!”
“Well, I’m thinking of it seriously, Tubby,” answered Dan quietly. Tubby stared with open mouth, started to say something, thought better of it and turned to Jake Hiltz.
“You’re a nice chum, you are!” he sputtered. “Why didn’t you smash him?”
“Why didn’t you?” asked Hiltz with wounded dignity.
“Because I couldn’t get up, that’s why! But I’ll get him yet! You wait and see! No fellow can hit me and not get what’s coming to him! You wait and see what happens to Mr. Bully Loring! You—”
“Oh, cut it out, Tubby,” said Dan wearily. “You know you wouldn’t dare make a face at him!”
“Wouldn’t I? You’ll see what I dare! Come on, Jake, and let’s get out of here. Vinton wants to write an apology to Loring for my impoliteness in not getting up and letting him kick me!”
They went out, Tubby banging the door behind him. Dan sighed, and then, recalling the picture presented by Tubby with his feet in the air, laughed.
It is well to laugh while one may.