“Yes, you did. I saw you whispering to him, and then he came over and called me down.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“I am not! I saw you!”
Phil recollected that he had whispered to the coach. But he could not, in decency, tell what it was about.
“I never mentioned your name to the coach,” he said. “Nor did I speak of smoking.”
“I know better!” snapped Gerhart. “I saw you.”
“I can only repeat that I did not.”
“I say you did! You’re a——”
Phil’s face reddened. This insult, and from a freshman, was more than he could bear. He sprang at Gerhart with clenched fists, and would have knocked him down, only Tom clasped his friend’s arm.
“Not here! Not here!” he pleaded. “You can’t fight here, Phil!”