Harry cast a quick glance at Bart.
“Want to tell it to you privately,” he said.
Bart turned and strolled away, pulling on his coat.
“Fire away,” said Frank. “No one will hear you.”
Rattleton seemed troubled about beginning. He stammered some, and then burst forth:
“Don’t you do it, Merry—don’t you do it! It’s a put up job! Don’t you do it!”
“If you’ll tell me what it is,” smiled Frank, “I may be able to tell you if there is any danger that I will do it.”
“They’re going to try to run you in.”
“How run me in? Arrest me?”
“No, no! Run you in captain of the nine.”