"We may become separated," urged Lew Flapp. He did not altogether trust his companion.
"Well, I reckon that's so, too. I'll let you have twenty-five dollars. When that's gone you can come to me for more. But remember one thing: you've got to help me to down the Rovers."
"I'll help you to do that. But—but—"
"But what?"
"We mustn't go too far."
"Oh, you leave that to me. You've heard how they treated my father, haven't you?"
"They say Dick Rover was kind to him."
"Bah! That's a fairy story."
"But your father says the same—so I have been told."
"The old man is out of his head—on account of that fire. When he gets clear-headed again he won't think Dick Rover—or any of the Rovers, for the matter of that—is his friend."