He pointed with his finger, but Dick did not look; instead, he kept his dark eyes fixed on those of his enemy, and there was something in that steady look that held Chester in check.
“When I am through,” he said, in the same manner of quiet assurance, “I shall lose no time in getting out by that door.”
“I won’t disgrace myself by getting into a row with you,” sneered the other.
“You have disgraced yourself enough already. I advise you to go slow.”
“I want no advice from you!”
“In your heart you know well enough one reason why I am here.”
“Really, I haven’t the least idea,” said Arlington, as he again sat down, a bored expression driving the look of anger from his face.
Dick, however, knew Chester was not bored, knew he was shamming, knew he was nervous and apprehensive.
“It will not take me long to tell you why I am here. For one thing, I want you to resign immediately from the athletic committee.”
Chester laughed,