“And you have come to ask me to let up on him?” asked Dick, in great surprise, for it seemed impossible to him that a haughty, overbearing fellow like Arlington could bring himself to that.
“I have. I confess that I do it to save myself. But you know it would be mighty rough on me.”
“I am not to blame,” said Dick grimly. “If Bunol betrays you, blame yourself for choosing such a companion and confidant.”
Chester’s heart dropped.
“You—you mean that you’ll carry out your threat—that Bunol will have to go?” he faltered.
“Why shouldn’t he?” said Dick. “He is not a fit fellow to have in the school. The matter is out of my hands. Lawyer Bradbury——”
“But you might keep him still. I am sure he would keep still if you asked him.”
“Why should I do such a thing? Bunol is my enemy. He is a treacherous, dangerous fellow. You are not my friend.”
Arlington began to feel desperate.
“I have not been,” he said; “but it might be different in the future.”