“You did the course in as good time as Parrett’s yesterday, didn’t you?” said Wyndham.
“Yes, but we had a better tide,” said Riddell.
Wyndham’s face clouded, for he knew it was true.
“You must win, I say,” said he, almost fiercely.
Riddell smiled.
“I mean to oblige you if I can, for one,” said he.
“If they win,” said Wyndham, “it’ll be—”
But what it would be the youthful enthusiast lacked words to express.
Riddell turned again to his writing.
“Hadn’t you better finish your work?” said he.