“I mean before. Last month.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, rot! You tried your best to get Wilder on second in place of me, didn’t you?”
“Who told you that?” demanded Hal sternly.
“Why, I don’t know that any one exactly told me. Anyhow, it didn’t matter much. He’s got the place finally.”
“So you’ve been holding that in for me?” sneered Hal. “Let me tell you, then, that I did not try to get Wilder on second. I didn’t even want him there. Why would I? You’re the better player.”
“Oh!” murmured Joe, somewhat blankly.
“Yes, ‘oh!’” retorted the other. “I don’t say I wouldn’t have tried for Wilder if I’d wanted him. But I just didn’t. Now chew that over.”
“All right. But I thought—”