Savage grew stronger after getting out into the open air.
“That devil!” he muttered. “Dick, I know you must think me a pretty cheap fellow. I can’t help it. I believe I am pretty cheap. But Arlington is slick. He got me into a bad scrape. I had an idea no one could beat me playing poker, but he’s the slickest thing in the business, and he skinned me clean to my eye-teeth. He had my I O U’s, and he was going to use them against me. That’s how he forced me to withdraw and permit him to get on the committee. He has no right there!”
“Don’t worry about that,” said Dick. “He’ll not stay on that committee. He will resign Monday, and you’ll get your I O U’s on the same day.”
CHAPTER XVII—DICK CONQUERS HIS ENEMY
Dick rapped sharply on the door of Chester Arlington’s room. There was a stir within, a pause, and then——
“Come in,” called a voice.
Dick entered.
Chester had risen and was standing at attention. When he saw Dick he looked surprised and disgusted.
“I thought it an inspector,” he growled sullenly, a frown coming to his haughty face, then he flung himself loungingly upon a comfortable chair, drew forth a cigarette-case, took out a paper-covered cigarette, and rolled it between his fingers.
There was smoke in the room.