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"You have insulted me!" came fiercely from Paul's lips. "I am no sneak and informer! Did you think I would do the dirty trick you are too much of a coward to try? Well, you made a big mistake! I dislike Merriwell, but I am not ready to make myself contemptible in my own eyes by blowing on him." Bascomb put up his big hands and thrust Rains off.
"You may not have realized what you were doing," Merriwell went on. "In which case, you are pardonable to a certain degree. But I warn you to let nothing of this kind occur again, or you will have the entire camp down on you." "I know what you mean," grated Bascomb. "I am very glad you do," came coolly from Frank's lips. "I hoped to make my meaning plain. And I have something more to say.
"Well," continued the foreman, craftily, "I wouldn't leave the country with less than enough to set me up elsewhere. I'd need -well, let me see. I couldn't start in a new country on less than ten thousand dollars." "That would make fifteen thousand dollars, in all." Mr. Bascomb finished his remark with a groan. "Well, what are you howling about?" demanded Evarts unfeelingly.
In fact, he seemed to take a strong dislike to the boy with the pink cheeks, whom he derisively designated as "the dolly boy," and he lost no opportunity to humiliate Davis. It happened that, on a certain occasion, Bascomb desired that Fred should lie for him, but, to his surprise, the timid plebe absolutely and firmly declined to lie. "I I can't do it, sir," stammered the little fellow.
Why should I grant another moment?" "Because, Excellency, it is now believed that a clue to the whereabouts of your Capitan has at last been found, and it is hoped that in the course of another hour or two his freedom may be obtained," answered the interpreter. "Ah!" returned Bascomb, with a sigh of relief. "So our Captain has been found at last, has he? And where is he thought to be?"
"Sorry to disagree with you, Bascomb," broke in the treasurer, "but I've had some experience in handling what is called wild labor, and I believe that Reade goes at it in just the right way. I don't believe there are really fifty really wild or troublesome men in that camp. The few bad ones usually start trouble going, and then the good ones are driven into it.
Somehow Frank divined that Bascomb intended to secure Davis for his fag, and he resolved to balk the bully in this. So it came about that, on the day that the plebes marched into camp, with their bundles under their arms, Merriwell found an opportunity to take Davis into his tent and instruct him in cleaning shoes and setting things to order.
The coat was flung aside in an instant, and then Frank saw Fred boldly plunge into the water after Bascomb. "By Jove!" exclaimed Merriwell; "the little fellow has courage, after all!" He hurried forward, and when he reached the bank, he saw a struggle taking place in the river. Bascomb did not want to be rescued.
Bascomb, halting at the beginning of the narrow wall. "I -I'll wait here, Mr. Renshaw, will you keep me company?" "If you so direct, sir," replied the superintendent. "For that matter, what Reade and Hazelton can't find out, out yonder, will probably never be discovered." "Do you share Mr. Prenter's infatuation for those two young men?" asked the president of the Melliston Company.
"Although it is dark it's still early. Wouldn't you like to go over through the camp with us?" proposed Tom. Mr. Bascomb agreeing, the whole party set out, only Nicolas remaining behind to keep an eye over the house. Though he did not then suspect it Tom was on the threshold of more trouble in the camp. Lanterns hung here and there on poles lighted the camp.
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