“How do you feel, chum?” asked Dan.
“All right,” answered Gerald cheerfully. “We won, didn’t we?”
“You bet! Your goal saved the day, Gerald!” answered Alf.
“And the cup,” added Gerald.
“And the cup,” Alf agreed smilingly.
“And—and—” Gerald’s voice sank—“do I get my Y, Alf?”
“You bet you do!” answered Alf heartily.
“Then,” murmured Gerald, closing his eyes again with a sigh and a smile, “I don’t mind about my head, though it does hurt awfully!”
THE END