"Well, of all the cheek!" he gasped.
"What do you mean ?" asked Tom.
"I mean that that's a fine thing for you to get off," answered Steve indignantly.

"You'll be saying next that you saw me bring the book in here that night!" "I didn't, but--hang it, Steve, the thing _was_ here! You told me so yourself.

I thought you confessed that you brought it up without knowing." "Oh, cut it," said Steve wearily.

"I'm willing to be decent about it, Tom, but I don't want to listen to drivel like that." "Drivel ?" repeated the other, puzzled.

"Say, what's the matter with you, anyway, Steve?
I don't say you meant to cheat with the old book; I know mighty well you didn't; I told Telford so and convinced him of it, too; but I don't see why you need to get so hot under the collar when I--when I simply remind you that you _did_ bring the book up here!" "So _I_ brought it up, did I ?" asked Steve with an ugly laugh.
"Well, didn't you?
Who did, then?
You know well enough I didn't." "Do I?
How do I know it?
Look here, Tom, we might as well have a show-down right now.