“What!” began Slegge. “What do you mean? Why are you trying to order me about?”
“Because I have something to tell you.”
“Ha, ha, Cocky Severn! It’s time you had that thrashing.”
“Is it?” said Glyn. “Well, I don’t think I should care to fight with a fellow who writes anonymous letters.”
“What do you mean by that?” cried the other.
“I will show you what I mean if you come with me. I don’t suppose you want the other fellows to hear it.”
“I don’t care,” said Slegge. “Some cock-and-bull story you are hatching, Severn.”
“You wrote that letter,” said Glyn abruptly, and his voice sounded husky with the emotion and rage that were gathering in his breast.
“Letter? Letter? What do you mean? Has one come for me by the post?”
“You know what letter I mean,” burst out Severn.