“You said you did not fancy Renwood’s style of lording it over us.”
“Well, I’ll stand by that, you can bet your life!”
“You spoke about combining against him.”
“Don’t you think it about time to do something of the sort?”
“And yet,” flared Don, “when he gave me a call-down on the field and we had our little trouble, you never opened your head. You kept closed up, like a clam, and it looked as if you sympathized with him. Why didn’t you stand by me? Why didn’t you show your colors? What ailed you?”
“Now don’t fly off the handle,” grinned Leon, producing a package of cigarettes, “You need something to soothe your nerves. Have a cigarette?”
“No! I don’t smoke them.”
“I know; but you’ll find them mighty soothing to the nerves, and you need something of the sort. Try one.”
“No; I don’t like the smell of them.”
“You will after you smoke a few. They’re great, old man. Just try one, now.”