“I wish you would!” burst out Phil. “I’d like to make a charge against you before the whole college! Beating Wallops because he’s smaller than you are!”
“That wasn’t it. He didn’t do as I told him, and was insolent.”
“Who gave you the right to assume a mastery over him? Besides, from what I heard, you had evidently ordered him to do something against the rules.”
“Ah! So you were sneaking around to listen, were you?” sneered Langridge.
“You know better than that, or I’d answer you in the same way I did at first,” replied Phil. “If you send Wallops for liquor again I shall inform Dr. Churchill.”
“I always thought you were a tattling cad!” burst out Langridge. “Now I know it!”
Hardly were the words out of his mouth ere Phil was beside him. The quarter-back was fairly trembling, and his voice shook as he shot out the words:
“Take that back! Take it back, I say, or—or I’ll——”
He paused, emotion overcoming him, but from the manner in which he drew back his powerful left arm Langridge stepped aside apprehensively.