"It's all right," he assured. "Sit down, Roll."
"What sort of a game is this?" hesitatingly asked Ditson, keeping his eyes on Hartwick. "Have you fellows got me in here to do me up?"
"Nothing of the sort."
"Not but I'd like to do you, and do you good," confessed Hartwick, "but Harris won't have it."
"No," said Sport; "I hold that we are all united by our hatred for a common foe, and we cannot afford to be anything but friends."
"All the same, it was a dirty deal you gave me, Ditson," growled Evan, who seemed to be longing to pick a row with the newcomer.
"You forced me into it," declared Ditson, weakly.
"Forced you?"
"Yes."
"How was that?"