"
"Thought we were going there?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Oh, because."
A light was beginning to dawn upon the young car manager.
He surveyed Teddy from beneath half closed eyelids.
Tucker grew restless under the critical examination.
"Say, stop your looking at me that way."
"Why?"
"You make me nervous. Stop it, I say!"
"Tell me all about it, Teddy," urged Phil, trying hard to make
his tone stern.
"Tell you about what?"
"Why the opposition happened to think we were going to
Owls' Valley."
"Maybe they just imagined it."
"And maybe they did not. You are mixed up in this, in some way,
and I want to know all about it, Teddy Tucker. I hope you have
done nothing dishonorable. Of course I am glad the other fellows
are out of our way, but I want to know how. Come, be frank
with me. You are avoiding the question. Remember I am the
manager of this car; I am responsible for all that is done on it.
Out with it!"
Teddy fidgeted.
"Well, it was this way. Somebody told them--"
"Well, told them what?" urged Phil.
"Told them they heard we were going to bill Owls' Valley."
"So, that's it, eh?"
Teddy nodded again.
"Did you give out any such information as that?"
Teddy shook his head.
"Who did?"
"I won't tell. You can't make me tell," retorted the
Circus Boy belligerently.
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