“Well, ain’t she pretty bum?” asked Dan innocently.
“Not too bum to lick you at football,” answered Nelson hotly.
“Pooh!” said Dan. “Do you know why? Because they wouldn’t let me play.”
That aroused laughter, and Nelson stared at his antagonist in deep disgust. “What an idiot he was,” he said to himself; “he couldn’t be serious even over a quarrel.”
“Well, she did it, anyhow,” he said rather lamely.
“Well, it’s over now, isn’t it?” asked Dan calmly. “So let’s take the score down,” and he moved toward the placard.
“No you don’t!” Nelson exclaimed, moving in front of him; “not until you’ve apologized.”
Dan smiled at him in his irritating manner.
“Don’t you believe I could lick you?” he asked.