"Oh, I suppose he has a right to do as he pleases," drawled Nat.
"Say, we might" Merwell stopped short and blew a quantity of cigarette smoke from his nose.
"Might what?"
"Oh, I was just thinking, Nat" And the bully stopped again.
"If you don't want me to know, say so," returned the dudish student, crossly.
"I was thinking that perhaps we could put a spoke in Dave Porter's wheel in a manner that he'd never suspect. If he's somewhat sweet on that Wadsworth girl, and at the same time giving his attention to Vera Rockwell, we ought to be able to do something."
"What?"
"Supposing that Wadsworth girl heard he was running around with a girl up here, and supposing Vera Rockwell heard about the Crumville maiden? Maybe Dave Porter would have some work straightening matters out, eh?"
"By Jove, you're right!" cried Nat Poole. "It's a great scheme, Link! If we work it right, we can get him in the hottest kind of water—especially if he thinks a good deal of both girls."
"And that isn't all," added Link Merwell, lighting a fresh cigarette. "Don't forget Roger Morr. If he thinks a good deal of Vera Rockwell
