Reaching Hal, Chet touched him on the shoulder.
“I have something to tell you,” he said.
Darrell frowned.
“All right; tell away.”
“It’s private.”
“Private?”
“Yes. It will interest you, and you won’t care to have everybody hear it.”
Chet drew aside and, after a moment’s hesitation, Hal followed him. He did not trust Arlington, whom he regarded with the greatest aversion, yet something led him to listen to the fellow’s words.
“I presume,” said Chester, “you think Dick Merriwell is one of your friends? You fancy him a fine sort of a chum, don’t you?”
“We’re not chums,” retorted Hal. “We’re simply friends.”