“Well, I’ll be switched!” marveled Stuart. “Think of little Neil’s losing his temper! Golly, I didn’t think you could do it!”
“I’m not sure that I did just that,” replied Neil reflectively. “I was indignant, I guess, but I don’t think I was mad.”
“Well, I hope you’ll never get mad at me, then,” laughed Stuart. “I suppose when you’re really angry you use both crutches!”
“No,” Neil shook his head smilingly, “when I get really mad I don’t say anything.”
“Hope you remain chatty, old son. Well, Lantwood won’t do it again, Steve says, and——”
“Who says?”
“Le Gette.”
“Oh!” Neil hid the amusement in his eyes by bending over his book again. “Well, I’m glad it wasn’t Le Gette, Stuart.”
“Yes.” After a moment Stuart added: “He’s not such a bad sort, Neil. I—I was sort of fooled about him.”