CHAPTER X
NAT POOLE WANTS TO KNOW
That evening Dave was on his way to the school library, to consult a certain work of reference, when he ran into another student who suddenly grasped him by the shoulder. It was rather dark where the pair confronted each other, and for the instant our hero did not recognize the fellow.
“What do you want?”
“I want to speak to you for a minute, Dave Porter,” said the other, in a voice that trembled a trifle.
“Oh, it’s you, Nat,” answered Dave, as he recognized the son of the Crumville money-lender. “What do you want?” He rather imagined that the youth wished to pick another quarrel with him.
“I—I want to talk in private with you,” returned Nat, and looked around, to see if anybody else was near.
“What about?”