"No, I didn't touch it, excepting to bring it from the express office."
"Very well then, Merwell. If I find anything wrong I'll hold you responsible."
"Say, you needn't try to scare me!"
"I am not trying to scare you—I am merely giving you warning. I won't put up with any of your underhand work, and I want you to know it," answered Dave, and turning on his heel he walked back to the school, followed by Phil.
"He's mad all right," whispered Nat Poole.
"Maybe he has heard from that Crumville girl in a way he didn't like," returned Link Merwell, and closed one eye suggestively.
"Well, if he did, I hope she didn't say anything about the letter," answered Nat Poole, somewhat uneasily. "That was awfully strong."
"Pooh! Don't get scared Nat; nobody will ever find out who wrote that letter, if we keep our mouths shut."
Going up to the dormitory, Dave found the package on the shelf of the closet, as Merwell had said. It was tucked behind some other things, well out of sight.
"It was certainly a well-planned trick," said the shipowner's son, while Dave was opening the package. "He did this so, if he was found out, he could say he gave the package to you and could bring the doctor here to prove it. Perhaps he had
