"I'm beginning to see it now.

But you don't care a straw for Bob.

You wanted a pick on me because I made you cut out your game that night." "No," said Wilkinson, with a gesture of protest.

"I certainly thought you were too smart, although it was not my business.

Anyhow, if you let him have a quiet game with his friends at home--" "Pshaw! I know you, Jake Wilkinson, better than Bob does.