“That was kind of you,” said Chester humbly, although his heart was seething with rage at the thought of being humbled before his enemy. “I appreciate it now, even if I haven’t before. Then you know about that little joke of shutting you in the old vault. You got square for that, too.”
Chester shivered as he thought of the ducking-stool rigged up by Dick and his friends. Arlington and his four companions were all ducked in the cold waters of Lily Lake.
“Yes,” laughed Dick, “I believe that little piece of business was beautifully squared up.”
“In fact, you have evened up for about everything.”
“Perhaps you are right.”
“And you have not been the fellow to blow on me; I give you that credit.”
“Thanks!” said Dick, with a touch of sarcasm.
“But now here is this snake Bunol who swears he will go to the faculty and tell all he knows before he leaves Fardale!”
“Well, that’s rough!”
“Rough! Why, he’ll ruin me!”