Some even ventured to give him a half-friendly nod when they chanced to meet.
And so for the first time perhaps since that day when he made up his mind, Nick was unconsciously whistling as he walked along, his thoughts busy with matters connected with his set purpose.
Obeying an impulse Hugh quickened his pace.
"Oh, Nick! Hold on a minute, will you ?" he called out.
On turning his head quickly and seeing who it was, Nick stopped short in his tracks.

He was looking a little confused, yet not displeased, when Hugh reached him.
Hugh thrust out his hand, and, of course, Nick had to accept it, though he did look a little awkward, because this was a new experience with him.

Still, he gave Hugh's digits a fierce squeeze that might be taken as an index to his feelings toward his one-time hated enemy.
"I've been wanting to have a little chat with you for some time, Nick," the other hastened to say; "but somehow every chance I got something would interfere, and the best I could do was to wave my hand, or give you a nod.

Now this morning, just as I started to skate through the crowd to say something important to you, the coach called me back and said they were ready to start play.

Do you know what it was I meant to ask of you this morning, Nick ?" Nick looked puzzled and curious also.
"I might guess it in a week, Hugh," he said, grinning; "but not right away.