“Do you think so?” asked Dick thoughtfully. “Maybe that’s it, then. Just the same, there isn’t a chance that I’ll beat him. I do think I’m doing better work than Cardin, but Stone has it all over me.”
“Now, yes, but maybe he thinks you’ll keep on coming. How does Cardin take it, by the way?”
“Cardin? Oh, he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s an awfully nice chap, Cardin.”
“Yes, he is. But don’t fool yourself into thinking he doesn’t care, Dick. It’s just he’s too decent to let you see it. He’s a good loser; and there aren’t many of that sort. I hope, whatever happens, he’ll get his letter.”
“Oh, so do I!” agreed Dick earnestly. “I do like Cardin!”
[CHAPTER XVII]
IN CONFERENCE
“I wish,” said Blash one evening, “that someone would invent a new sport.”
“What for?” asked Sid. “Thinking of taking a little exercise? Ever try checkers, Blash? That’s about your style of a game.”