“Here comes Walter. Ask him if he thinks I tried to poison him,” said Gus.
“Feeling better?” inquired Ned, as the short-stop walked beside him.
“I’m all right now,” said Walter quietly.
“Walter,” said Ned, “we were just asking Gus if he had any idea what it was that made you sick just before the game.”
“Did he tell you?” inquired Walter, as he looked half angrily at Gus.
“He didn’t say you had too much ipecac in the apollinaris.”
“He didn’t say what?” interrupted Walter aghast, staring first at Ned and then at Gus.
“He didn’t say that you got the wrong glass, but——”
“I wish you’d say right out just what you’ve got to say,” broke in Walter peevishly. “I’m not good at riddles.”