“Let him make good by attacking Arlington,” grinned Hogan.
“Will he do it?” whispered Stark.
“Try him! try him!” sibilated Crauthers.
Crauthers was eager for the test. He told himself it would be great satisfaction to bring about a clash between Chester and Bunol. It would give him the keenest satisfaction to watch Bunol knock Chester out. But could Bunol do it? Surely not unless he attacked Arlington unawares and without warning.
The Spaniard, however, was just the one to make such an attack. It was like him to spring on the back of an unsuspecting enemy.
“How much do you hate Chet Arlington?” asked Stark, as he turned to Bunol, who was now coolly smoking a cigarette.
“How much? You wait, you see.”
“But you must prove that you hate him. We can’t trust you unless you convince us. You have been his friend. How can we be sure you are not so still?”
“How you want me to prove it?”
“You must jump him!” palpitated Crauthers. “You must give him a good thumping.”