“If I hadn’t been called away,” Chester went on, “the result of the game would have been different. Merriwell could not have changed the team round again had I remained on the field.”
At this moment, as Dick peered through the broken shutter, the door of the room was thrown open and Joe Savage appeared in the doorway. Savage was pale and excited.
“Oh, here you are!” he exclaimed. “I passed this place once. Didn’t think this was the place you meant when you made the appointment.”
He came in and closed the door.
“I was right!” thought Dick. “It was Savage I saw.”
Neither Arlington nor Kennedy offered to get up. Chester motioned toward a broken chair.
“Sit down,” he said:
“I don’t care to stop here,” said Savage. “I don’t like the looks of the place.”
“You’re fussy, my friend,” said Kennedy, with a short laugh.
“What have you got to say about it?” exclaimed Joe, frowning at Kennedy. “I have no business with you. If Mr. Arlington will kindly hand over those I O U’s, as he agreed, I will get out of here and bother you no more.”