“Well?” asked Langridge.
“One of us has got to leave Randall!” exclaimed Gerhart savagely. “It’s he or I; and it will be he, if I can accomplish it!”
[CHAPTER XXXI]
“IT’S TOO LATE TO BACK OUT!”
Gerhart and Langridge were walking along the road that led to Haddonfield. The freshman was filled with unreasoning rage against not only Phil, but Tom and Sid, as well.
“Probably all three know,” said Gerhart. “I was a fool not to look to see if I left any clues behind when I was in the room.”
“Maybe you were a fool for ever trying that signal and liniment trick at all,” suggested Langridge, who did not mince words.
“Maybe,” admitted his crony. “But I thought I could get back at Clinton, Cross and Lighton, for not letting me play. Only that Stoddard was such a white-livered chump I’d have pulled off the signal trick.”