"Then you won't hear any thing but watermelons while you stay here. I called you out as a friend, and I think you had better go with us."
"I will not."
"Then we will tell all the fellows."
"I will save you the trouble by telling them myself."
"Come, Grant."
"I will not."
"Go it, then, Watermelons!" said Nevers, as he ran back to the others, and told them of the result of the interview.
Richard wondered who could have informed them of his scrapes, but he could form no idea. Lest our readers should be equally in the dark, we will tell them, confidentially, that Sandy Brimblecom had done the mischief. A cousin of his, on his way to Tunbrook, had stopped a day in Whitestone. This relative was, unfortunately, one of the Nevers' faction, and the information he brought was carefully preserved for an emergency.
"All who join, come under the big tree!" shouted Redman. "If you walk in your sleep, Grant, perhaps you will pay us a visit."
"Asleep or awake," replied Richard, calmly, but forcibly, "I shall know enough to keep out of bad company."