put in your oar, eh? Blackened my character all you could, I suppose." He shut his teeth with a snap. "You'd better take care!"
"I simply told her the truth."
"Oh, yes, I know just how you can talk, Porter! And did she say she wouldn't write to me any more?"
"She did. Now I want to know something more. What did you do with the letters she sent you?"
"I kept them."
"I want you to give them to me."
"To you?"
"Yes, and I will send them to her."
"Not much! They are my letters and I intend to keep them!" cried Link Merwell. His face took on a cunning look. "If you think you are going to get those letters away from me you are mistaken."
"Maybe I can force you to give them up, Merwell."
"What will you do—fight? If you try that game, Porter, I'll let every fellow in this school know what brought the fight about—and let them read the letters."
"You are a gentleman, I must say," answered Dave. He paused for a moment. "Then you won't give them up?"
"Positively, no."
