“Humph! What can Tom do?” objected Herman Boyd. “That row of his with Step is ancient history.”
“Sure! And the time for a come-back was right after the row,” chimed in Trojan.
Poke wagged his head sagaciously. “Don’t fool yourselves!” said he. “Orkney is a sticker. He’s got it in for Step, and for Sam, for that matter. We haven’t had the last of the business, not by a long shot.”
“Hear that, eh, Sam?” asked Herman.
Sam rose from his chair, and crossed to the checker players’ corner.
“I heard it,” said he.
“Well, do you agree?”
“Yes,” said Sam brusquely.
For a moment nobody spoke. All his friends realized that he was taking the matter seriously.
“Why—why—you must have some reason, of course?” Herman ventured.