And those fellows got _very_ boisterous, and began again trying to tease
our boys. I was _so_ afraid there'd be a row; and there surely would
have been, if Felix hadn't just worked as he did to prevent it. I tell
you now, it was awfully hard to sit out there in that hall and hear
those fellows carrying on against my brothers,--you see I was so near I
couldn't help it, I just _had_ to hear everything,--and not be able to
take their part.
Fee kept getting whiter and whiter, the spots on his cheeks redder and
redder; and by and by such a tired look came in his face that I got real
worked up. I felt as if I _must_ go in and just pitch right into those
fellows. Almost before I knew it, I'd got up and gone a step or two in
the hall, when suddenly Phil dashed his cards down on the table, and
got on his feet. "I'm going home!" he declared. "Are you coming?"
turning to Felix.
"You sha'n't go!" "Oh, _don't_ go!" "You've _got_ to finish the game,"
several called out. But Phil just repeated doggedly, "I'm going home!
Are you coming or not, Felix?"
This was just what Fee wanted,--I knew how glad and thankful he must
feel. But all he said was, "Yes, I'll go with you, if our host will
excuse us," rising as he spoke and nodding his head toward Chad.
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