“You wait around and find out, old chap.”
“Won’t tell? Sorry. I wanted to stand on the corner and see you go by.”
“What did you do that for?” remonstrated Joe when they were on the sidewalk again.
“Do what? Make that bet? Oh, just for fun. Besides, I’m pretty sure to win it.”
“I didn’t mean the bet, you chump. I meant why did you rag him like that? He thinks you meant that I’m the one who’s to beat him out at first.”
“So you are,” answered Jack calmly. “As for why I did it, I did it because I couldn’t help it, Joey. Frank gives me a severe pain every time I meet him and I just can’t resist the temptation to have a little fun with him.”
“He took it all right,” said Joe. “He’s good-natured, I guess.”
“You guess again,” said Jack grimly. “He’s good-natured when he knows it would look silly to get mad, but he’s got a disposition like a—a—What is it that has a disposition?”
“You!” laughed Joe. “You’ve got a nasty one at times.”