“It wouldn’t be if you knew it,” answered Gordon unkindly.
“I’d like to know when I ever blabbed anything,” exclaimed Fudge indignantly. “Didn’t I know all about Charlie Matthews a whole week before anyone else did? And didn’t I——”
“Well, we may tell you some time,” teased Gordon. “What do you think, Lanny?”
“I guess so. It would cost money to advertise it in the paper, and so——”
“Oh, you make me tired,” growled Fudge. “I don’t want to know it anyway. ’Tain’t anything, I’ll bet!”
“Not a thing, Fudge,” agreed Lanny.
“Then what you so—so mysterious about?” Fudge demanded.
“To arouse your curiosity, Fudge. Good-night, Gordie. Maybe you’d better tell him before he busts up. Good-night, Fudge. Say, we play Lesterville Saturday, don’t we?”
“You bet! And don’t forget practice again to-morrow. We want to beat those fellows.”
“Well, we’ve got a perfect record so far,” laughed Lanny. “Our percentage is one thousand. Played one, won one, lost none. Are the Pointers going to play us again?”