"Well, let me say this just once, and then I'll ring off for good," Owen went on. "If he tries this same measly old game to-morrow night, you just ought to jump on Steve, and demand to know what he means by treating his chums in this way."
Max laughed a little.
"Maybe I will, Owen," he remarked. "The idea struck me before you mentioned it. Just wait and see how things are going to turn out."
"But you'll bait the trap again, Max, so Steve'll know, or believe the game is worth the candle?"
"Well, I guess yes," replied the other.
"How about telling Toby or Bandy-legs?" asked Owen.
"Better not," came the quick reply. "Neither of them are worth shucks about keeping a secret, and chances are they'd give it away."
"Just as you say, Max. I depend on you to run this game down. But it makes me feel awful sore. I never would have believed it of good old Steve."
"Well, just hold your judgment in the air for a little while longer, Owen,"
Max said, calmly.
His cousin looked hard at him. Then he shook his head as if completely puzzled.