Other fellows were gathering around, and Arlington grew indignant.
“I’d have you understand,” he said fiercely, “that my father is D. Roscoe Arlington, and I do not have to become a petty thief! I can have a dozen watches, if I need them. Somebody put that watch there to injure me! Merriwell, you—you asked what time it was! I told you to look at my watch. You—you are the one who took it out of that pocket! You,” he almost shouted—“you have put up this job on me!”
In his great excitement, Chester seemed almost ready to hurl himself at Dick.
“Steady!” flung back the captain of the eleven. “No fellow ever knew me to put up a dirty job on another. I found that watch in your pocket, Arlington.”
“Ready for the field!” cried the timekeeper. “Everybody hustle! Just time to get back.”
The football-players hurried toward the door. Dick, with the others, leaving Gorman and Arlington to settle the matter.
Elmer Dow came panting into the gym.
“Got it?” asked Dick anxiously.
For reply Dow thrust into Dick’s hands a large paper bag. Dick opened it quickly and peered within.
The bag contained a glistening white powder.