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Bascomb. "I can't help what you may see fit to pay him, Mr. Bascomb, provided you pay him somewhere else. But the fellow can't go on the pay-roll here for the simple reason that he wouldn't be allowed to visit this construction camp for the purpose of getting his money. Mr. Bascomb, I am not trying to ride a high horse.
"I can't imagine who the idiot is." "The man who signed Evarts's bond," continued Foreman Johnson solemnly, "was Mr. Bascomb, president of this company!" "Whew!" muttered Tom aghast. "And that's all I've got to say on this subject." "I thought you'd like to know the news," remarked Johnson, "and so I came to tell you." "Please accept my thanks," Tom answered.
"Easy, Frank!" warned Bart. "Are you crazy? You know what it will mean if you fight in the gym. Rhynas has noticed it now he's coming." "Confound that fellow!" muttered Frank. "I don't often get started this way, but it was such a dirty trick that " "Never mind, now. Keep still, or Rhynas will hear." "Let me get at him!" Bascomb had snarled. "I will beat the life out of him!"
"Who cares. I will more than square that in a minute." "All right; I am waiting." Once more they were at it, toe to toe, hands moving slightly, light on their feet, ready to dodge or spring, ready to strike or guard. Blows came, one landing on Merriwell's cheek, and another on his shoulder; but more than twenty were dodged or guarded, and Bascomb was struck twice for every blow he gave.
I don't belong to your class, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. Get!" Bascomb hesitated, longing to strike Rains, but not daring to do so. Slowly he moved toward the door, where he paused to growl: "This is all right! I will get square with you some time. If you blow on me, I will pound the life out of you!" Then he went out Rains had shown his manhood.
Bascomb's," replied Evarts, with a leer so full of satisfaction that Reade didn't doubt the truth of the statement. "Mr. Bascomb," Tom called, "did you tell Evarts that he might visit this camp?" "Yes; I did," admitted the president of the company, stiffly. "Then I'm sorry to say that Evarts has been misinformed," Tom went on. "He can't visit this camp. He's too much of a trouble-maker here."
You have been so long dancing to the fiddling of an Evarts that you don't realize how impossible it is for a gentleman to do a dishonorable thing." "Then -then I -I can rely upon your silence?" demanded Mr. Bascomb, eagerly. "I am sorry, sir, to think that you even think it necessary to ask me such a question," rejoined Reade gravely. "Reade! Reade!
"What's this?" shrieked Fred Davis, dropping to his knees and staring into the face of the fellow he had helped to rescue. "This isn't Merriwell! It's Bascomb!" Exclamations of astonishment came from every lip, for all had thought they were rescuing Frank. "Great Jupiter!" gasped Bart Hodge. "It must be that Merriwell went clean down the face of the bluff!"
"You failed me in one thing -you didn't make Reade take me back on the job, as I told you to do." "I couldn't," pleaded Mr. Bascomb. "Prenter stood with Reade and was against me." "You're the president of the company, aren't you?" Evarts demanded sullenly. "Yes; but Prenter is a bigger man in the company, and he has more influence with the board of directors.
If you were to ask my advice, senor, I should recommend you not to trust overmuch to the fact that I have heard nothing of the arrival of those soldiers." "See here, sirrah!" ejaculated Bascomb, suddenly rounding upon the man, "you are extraordinarily free and glib with your information. Now, are you a traitor to your own people, or is your information false and intended to mislead us?"
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