Some day you may be sorry for it." Jack did not answer, and I saw it was no use pursuing the unpleasant topic.

But I was vexed with him.

Why should he consider himself better than all of us who had accepted the proffered friendship of our new comrade?
"Young Batch," said Doubleday one morning about a week after Hawkesbury's arrival, "come up to my diggings this evening.

The other fellows are coming up, and the new boss too." This was rather an awkward question, as since Jack's return I had not gone out, and I imagined every one would conclude it was no use inviting me without him.
"I know what you're going to say," said Doubleday, noticing my hesitation.

"You'll ask Bull's-eye's leave, and then tell me.