“That gives me an idea,” muttered Herring when the others had gone. “I can smash Sheldon’s chances and I am going to do it.”
“How will you manage it?” asked Merritt.
“You leave it to me,” with a chuckle. “I may want you to help me a bit but I’ll put a spoke in his wheel all right and the doctor won’t admire him as much as he does when I get through with him.”
“Look out that the thing does not fall through like that matter of cooking the Gazette to suit yourself,” sneered the other.
“You were as much in that as I was,” snarled Herring, “and if you split on me you will hurt yourself.”
“I ain’t going to split,” whined Merritt, “but I know when a fellow makes a mess of a thing. You came near giving yourself away on that.”
“Me? It was you that did it. Some of the fellows suspect you but they can’t prove anything.”
“Well, never mind that. How are you going to fix Sheldon this time?”
“I’ll let you know. I’ve an idea but I want to get it in shape so that there won’t be any slip. He won’t come out on top nor anywhere near it when this thing gets to going.”
“All right, I’ll help you for I don’t like Sheldon any better than you and I’d like to spoil his chances.”