“Think of that!” sighed Pete. “And I might have gone there, if I’d known, and had a nurse and all the scrapping I wanted. So this fellow Greb thinks he’s the whole thing, does he? Guess that’s the reason Hal was hunting a hole when I asked myself to join. I didn’t know you were so mighty choice about who you ate with. Out there we ask whoever comes along. I guess you fellows thought I was loco, didn’t you?”
“Thought you were what?”
“Why, crazy, inviting myself like that.”
“Nonsense, Pete; we all understood. There was no harm done. It’s just that Greb wants to get up a table of fellows he knows.”
“Does he know you?”
“Why—er—I’ve met him, of course.”
“And he could have met me if he’d wanted to, couldn’t he?”
“I suppose he could, but he doesn’t know about you.”
“Wouldn’t care to, I guess.”
“Oh, nonsense, Pete; you’re making a lot out of nothing.”