"Well, if you hadn't been mistaken in your judgment, that would have settled the game."
"If I hadn't been mistaken!" cried Roy resentfully.
"Precisely."
"Why, I don't see——"
"Don't you? Then you should consult an oculist. You said Springer was the only pitcher the team had; you insisted that Grant couldn't pitch a winning game."
"Well, I know," faltered Roy; "but I——"
"You were mistaken—sadly mistaken. It's been an expensive blunder in judgment for both of us."
A flush rose into Hooker's pale cheeks, and he stood up. "Now, look here, Mr. Rackliff," he said harshly, "don't you try to shoulder it all on to me. I won't stand for that. You professed to be dead sure that under any circumstances Barville could down Oakdale. As to the matter of expense, it may have been expensive for you', but, according to our distinctly understood agreement, I don't lose anything."
Herbert lifted his eyebrows slightly, producing his cigarette case and fumbling in it vainly, as it was empty.
"Agreement?" he said. "What agreement?"