"How?"
"If you killed Merriwell, I should be an accomplice. I'm not taking such chances."
"You're a fool!"
"No! you are the fool. I helped you get in here that we might square our account with him, not that you might cut his throat. You have lost your head. Do you want to hang?"
"Of course not, but——"
"Then have a little sense. I didn't think you rattle-headed. We are even with Merriwell now."
"No, I shall not be even with him till I have disgraced him as he disgraced me!" hissed Harris. "I have brooded over it for months. I have dreamed of it. Sometimes I have been unable to sleep nights from thinking about it. I have formed a thousand plans for getting even with the fellow, and now——"
"Now you would make yourself a murderer. Well, you'll have to choose another time to do that job. I am satisfied, and from this day I shall have nothing more to do with you."
"So you are going back on me?"