“That was a queer stroke of yours, Stewart,” said Dick.
The younger boy darted a fleeting glance into the other’s smiling face.
“Rotten, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it rotten exactly; I should say it was remarkable.”
Stewart again glanced up to find Dick looking at him quizzically. For a moment the two eyed each other; then Stewart laughed and Dick joined in.
“No more remarkable than the way in which Trevor lost the two hundred and twenty yards at the indoor meeting, was it?” he asked.
“No,” replied Dick. “I should say they were about on a par. But I didn’t think that you suspected——”
“You must think I’m blind then. I knew it well enough, and I made up my mind then to have my revenge. And I’ve had it to-day. But, I say, Dick, I’d rather you wouldn’t tell Trevor. I don’t think he knows.”
“No, I won’t say a word to him,” replied Dick with a smile. “You’re a funny pair, you two.”