“I’ll give you two dollars, Mumps,” said the bully. “I can’t afford any more.”
“Where do I come in on this?” came from a lad named Paxton.
“I’ll give you two dollars, too, Nick, if you’ll vote for me and try to get others to do so, too.”
“Humph! Aren’t my services worth as much as Gus Coulter’s?” demanded Nick Paxton.
“Well, if I’m elected I’ll give you two dollars more.”
“Very well, hand over the dough, Dan. As Gus says, I’d just as soon work for you as for anybody.”
“What a barefaced thing to do!” whispered Andy Snow. “Baxter can’t have a bit of honor about him!”
“The others are just as bad—to take his money,” whispered Pepper in return. “If they—who’s this?”
“Hullo, what are you doing here?” demanded a rough voice behind them, and a cadet named Sabine appeared on the scene.
“Who is there?” cried Dan Baxter, and rushed from the bath-house. “Humph! Pepper Ditmore and Andy Snow! So you’ve been spying on us, eh? That’s a nice business to be into, I must say!”