“I reckon we have settled them,” said the big fellow.
“Hope so,” nodded Harry. “Say, old man, I have an idea.”
“Name it.”
“I have thought of something since I saw those chaps together and heard them talking.”
“What?”
“You remember how Gooch lost his watch the other night?”
“Yes.”
“And Billings, who seemed to be pretty full, took it out of Frank Merriwell’s pocket?”
“Yes.”
“Both of those fellows hate Merry. They are somewhat chummy, and they are mean enough for anything. So I think——”