"It looks that way," said a well-known voice, and again Lynch found Scudder at his elbow.
"You—again?" he growled.
"Oh, yes!" said Uric. "I’m not drifting far away from you, dear boy. I’m waiting to see you collect your bets after the game."
"What for?"
"I have a little bill to settle Monday."
"You’ll settle it with none of my money!" grated Lynch.
"Oh, dear boy!" exclaimed Uric, grinning and passing his fingers over his chin. "We’re such good friends, I know you’ll not refuse me. If you did, I might feel bad and talk too much about it."
"Hang you!" panted Lynch, in a whisper. "I was a fool to ever have anything to do with you!"
"Don’t call yourself such harsh names, Lynch. A fellow like you can’t help being a fool—sometimes."
Jabez longed to smash the insulting fellow, but he dared not do it there.