And, in a sly
kind of way, they egged Phil on to quarrel with Fee,--laughing at all
his speeches, and pretending that they thought Phil was afraid of
Felix. And Chad joined in, I could hear his affected laugh and drawl
above all the others; I felt how that must cut Fee!
There were some decanters and glasses on a side table, and every now and
then Chad urged his friends to drink, and he would get up and wait on
them. Felix refused every time, and Phil did too at first, until those
common fellows began to twit him about it,--as much as saying that he
was afraid to take anything 'cause Fee would "go home and tell on him."
What did Phil do then--the silly fellow! 'twas just what they
wanted--but snatch up a glass and swallow down a lot of that vile stuff!
Well, I was so _mad_ with Phil! I'd have liked to go right in and punch
him. Felix never said a word ('twouldn't have done the least good,--Phil
can be like a mule sometimes); he just sat there with his lips pressed
tight together, looking down at the cards he held in his hands.
After that Phil's face got awfully red, and how his tongue did run! Real
ugly things he said, too, and perfectly regardless who he said them to.
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