“Si, Chester Arlington; I say you.”
“Well, you must think me a very forgiving chap!” said Chester, with a sneer. “You know how you got into this scrape. You did it trying to hurt me. You misjudged Thor. You had no doubt about his using the plans, and so you placed yourself in his hands. But he did not use them. Instead he turned the papers over to Lawyer Bradbury, who sealed them up and delivered them to Dick Merriwell. In the meantime, you had made arrangements to have the blame of stealing the papers thrown on my shoulders. But it did not work, and you found yourself in the soup when Thor confronted you a few minutes ago in Merriwell’s room and swore that you gave him the papers.
“The jig is up, Bunol. By this piece of business you have ruined yourself here at Fardale, and you will have to leave the academy. Dick Merriwell gives you until morning to depart. He will let you go without punishment if you get out quietly. You’ll have to go.”
Bunol leaned gracefully against the side of the fireplace.
“If I go,” he said, “you go with me.”
Chester’s heart leaped.
“Why, hang it!” he exclaimed; “what do you mean?”
“I mean the thing that I say. You bring me here to Fardale, I take you with me when I go from here.”
“I guess not! You’ll go, and I shall stay.”
“Then soon you will be expelled in disgrace, which will please your mother, which will give your sister great happiness, which will make your father proud!”