That quick move by Arlington had saved Dick. This Merriwell instantly understood.
“You crazy fellow!” Chester panted, giving Bunol a backward fling. “Do you want to ruin us both? What are you trying to do?”
“I keel him!” snarled the Spanish youth, his dark eyes glaring murderously. “I keel him!”
“That would ruin us! You ought to know that!”
Then Arlington turned to Dick.
“You can thank me,” he said, “that you did not get that knife between your shoulders.”
“That’s a nice, murderous whelp you have there!” said Dick, without a tremor in his voice. “I think he’s altogether too devilish for this school, and I’ll have to report this piece of business. A fellow who throws a knife at another fellow’s back will be fired out of Fardale in a hurry.”
“Hold on, Merriwell!” exclaimed Arlington. “Don’t forget that I saved you!”
“For your own sake,” returned Dick instantly.
“For my own sake?”