“All right. I will not make a complaint against you.”
“But I may,” growled Old Slugs, who did not seem at all satisfied.
“No!” exclaimed Frank, quickly. “You must not!”
“I ain’t makin’ any promises.”
“Why, blow ye!” grated Hicks. “You don’t dare!”
“Yes, I do,” returned Old Slugs, sullenly. “I don’t like you none too well, and I’d as lives see you get out of here as not. It’s my duty to report what I saw, an’ I’m goin’ to do my duty.”
“Ah—a—ah! You’re thunderin’ particular about your duty all to once! I won’t forgit it. I’ll have a score to settle with you!”
“I’ll keep watch for ye better than Merriwell did. You won’t get the chance on me.”
“But you shall not report this affair, Mr. Hall,” came firmly from Frank’s lips.
“Who says so?”