“No,” said Tom quietly. “But you ought to cut it out, Langridge, if not for your own sake for the sake of the team.”
“That’s right, that’s right, old man, I ought. You’re a good sort of chap, too preachy maybe, but all right. I ought to cut it out, but I like fun.”
“You ought to give up smoking and drinking,” went on Tom boldly. He had determined that this was just the chance he wanted and decided that he would take advantage of it.
“There you go again! there you go again!” cried Langridge fretfully, with a sudden change of manner peculiar to him. “Don’t go to lecturing. I get enough of that from Moses and Pitchfork. Give us a rest. I’m all right. Have another cigarette.”
“No,” and Tom declined the proffered one.
“Oh, I forgot you don’t smoke. That’s right. It’s bad for the heart. I don’t take ’em only once in a while.”
Tom tried to reason with him, but Langridge was not himself and answered pertly or else insulted Tom for his good offices.
“You ought to give up gambling, too,” Tom said, starting on a new tack. They were nearing the college now.
“There you go again! there you go again!” exclaimed Langridge and he was almost crying, silly in his excitement.