“If I were an inspector,” thought Dick, who had closed the door behind him, “I see where you would get pulled over the coals.”
“What in thunder do you want here?” asked Arlington sneeringly, as he struck a match and lighted his cigarette.
He was not a little surprised by Dick’s boldness in entering that room, and yet he suspected what had brought his unwelcome visitor.
“I have a little business to transact with you, Arlington,” said Merriwell, with a quiet, determined manner that irritated Chester still further.
“Well, I don’t care to have dealings of any sort with you,” declared Arlington, “and I will inform you at once that you are not wanted here. This is my room, and you had better get out.”
Dick did not show any inclination to mind this indirect command.
“You may be sure, Arlington,” he returned, “that I am not dealing with you from choice. Circumstances have made it necessary.”
“Well, I refuse to have anything at all to do with you, so get out!”
Instead of obeying, Dick came a little nearer.
“You’ll not refuse,” he asserted.