“You know them all?”
“Every one.”
Chester tied a handkerchief about his head. His manner was rather queer, and he kept glancing at Dick out of the corners of his eyes.
“There is no more I can do?” said Dick, rising.
“No; you have done too much!”
“Too much?”
“Yes. Frankly, Merriwell, I’d rather any one else in the world should have given me this last lift.”
Dick smiled. He realized that he had been able to pour hot coals on Arlington’s head, and it gave him a feeling of satisfaction.
“Too bad you feel that way about it!” he said, retreating to the door.
“Good night,” said Arlington shortly, and Dick went out.