“You wouldn’t have beaten me if my spark coil hadn’t gone back on me,” he said, somewhat sneeringly.

“Maybe,” admitted Tom, and just then he caught sight of Mary Nestor.  “May I take you in to lunch?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “because you helped me to win,” and she blushed prettily.  And then they all sat down to the tables set out on the lawn, while Tom looked so often at Mary Nestor that Mr. Sharp said afterward it was a wonder he found time to eat.  But Tom didn’t care.  He was happy.