“I’m afraid I told him that too,” said Walter wretchedly. “But the letter hasn’t been used,” he added eagerly.
“How do you know it hasn’t?”
“Why—you see—I thought—I thought I had the letter in my pocket!” exclaimed Walter aghast as, after feeling in every pocket, he failed to find the missive.
“Probably Gus has it or has had it and sent it on,” said Dan.
“That isn’t square, Dan!”
“Maybe it isn’t. So Gus was holding back the letter until he had tried a dose of ipecac on me, was he?”
“That was the plan,” faltered Walter.
“Well, Gus pitched to-day anyway. He ought to be satisfied.”
“But he lost the game.”