“What won’t?” asked Joe sharply.
“Why, taking things out of my valise, you know. There’s a gold watch and some jewelry missing—my sister’s jewelry. It won’t do!”
“Do you mean to say that I had anything to do with taking jewelry out of your valise?” asked Joe hotly.
“Why—er—you were sitting next to it. I went to send a wire—when I come back my stuff is missing, and——”
“Look here!” cried the young pitcher in anger. “Do you mean to accuse me?” and he jumped to his feet and faced the young man. “Do you?”
“Why—er—yes, I think I do,” was the answer. “You were next my bag, you know, and—well, my stuff is gone. It won’t do. It won’t do at all, you know!”
[CHAPTER IV]
IN TRAINING
For a moment Joe stood glaring at the modish young man who had accused him. The latter returned the look steadily. There were superciliousness, contempt and an abiding sense of his own superiority in the look, and Joe resented these too-well displayed feelings fully as much as he did the accusation.