“So glad,” echoed May, equally delighted of countenance.
“Now we’ll surely win, won’t we, Tad?” continued Matty.
Tad chose to be pessimistic. “Can’t say. Maybe. They’ve got a corking team over there at Bursley this year. You girls going?”
“Yes.” This from Matty. After a pause, “I suppose you’ll be with the cheerers, Tad,” she added.
Tad nodded. “Have to. Sorry. I’ll take you over, though, if you’ll be ready by one-thirty.”
“Will you? Then we’ll be ready, won’t we, May?”
“We’ll be ready,” agreed May with decision.
“Will Rod play to-day?” asked Matty, after a moment of silence spent in watching Tad’s manipulation of his knife. Tad looked cautiously at Rodney’s window. Then, lowering his voice:
“Not a chance,” he answered, “after what happened last Saturday. At least, that’s what all the fellows say. Poor old Rod made an awful mess of it, didn’t he?”