She said, "You're the best looking thing." She rumpled his hair. "I can't keep my eyes off you."
Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had forgotten his sore muscles.
"I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt."
He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned.
"Well!" came the strident voice of Billy from behind them. "We're all glad to hear that!"
Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their features were grim. He said: "I don't feel so well after all."
"It don't wash," said Billy. "It's time for a showdown."
Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a menacing angle. She said in an angry voice: "He's mine. I found him. Leave him alone."
"Where do you get that stuff?" cried Olga. "Share and share alike, say I."