Going into Worcester, Pete said: “There’s that chap Nelson.”
“Did well at Exeter,” said Billy.
“With six weeks to work on him,” I murmured, “seems to me——”
Later Pete broke out with: “Hang him, he had no business saying that we thought him selfish and pig-headed!”
“Still, we did, you know,” I reminded, “before.”
“Before, yes, but not after! Anyway, I didn’t.”
“Mean to say I did?” demanded Billy somewhat hotly.
“Shut up! What we’ve got to decide is this,” I said. “What are we going to tell Porter to-morrow?”
“Tell him?” grunted Pete, taking a corner on two wheels. “Tell him nothing doing!”