is suspicion aroused, the poor suckers take to watching me, and they are unable to catch me at anything crooked. Our only trouble is to find the right sort of fruit for plucking. We generally pretend we are strangers to each other. Sometimes we have a little disagreement over the table, just to fool the fools all the more."
"That's first-rate," laughed Harris. "I wish the gang here was not onto Harlow. I could get you some ripe plums."
"And that's what made me so sore on Merriwell," growled Harlow. "But for that fellow we'd be right in it now. Oh, I want to soak him some way, and soak him hard!"
"And we'll find a way to soak him, too!" growled Hartwick. "Let's have another round, fellows."
He pushed a button and a waiter appeared. Drinks were ordered. When they were brought, Ditson came in with the waiter.
"Hello, Roll!" called Harris. "Glad you came along. Mr. Ditson, Mr. Harlow. I think you have met the other gentleman."
Ditson started and turned pale when he saw Hartwick, who was glowering at him.
"Oh, yes! Mr. Ditson has met me!" said Evan, significantly. "We do not need an introduction!"
Ditson seemed on the point of getting out in a hurry, but Harris arose and took him by the arm.