"Don't be in such a hurry, Mr. Lawrence!" flashed Cassie. "No one knows Frank Merriwell wants to join us. If he does, you're only one."
"But there are others."
"Name them."
"Dunton, that's certain."
"I don't know. Dunton did hate Merriwell, but he got over it."
"You may think so, but a fellow like Dug Dunton seldom gets over hating anybody. Then there is Sargent."
"That's three, with yourself. You don't run everything. If Merriwell's on his uppers, we'll take him in."
"Who says so?"
"I do, and you can bet your boots that what I say goes! See!"
"Oh, are you running this show?" murmured Lawrence, gently lifting his eyebrows. "I didn't know that."