"Yes, I know. He'd like to see me down and out, as the saying goes. He hates me because I won't chum with him any longer."
"The less you have to do with him the better, Gus."
"I know that, and just before I came out here to break that bottle I sent him a note telling him that if he sent me any more such stuff I'd break the next bottle over his head!" And Plum's face glowed with some of his old-time assertiveness.
"Well, I shouldn't blame you for that, Gus. I rather think your threat will keep him in the background for a while."
Dave could realize something of the struggle which the former bully had had, to throw the bottle of wine away. But he did not know all — how for three hours the poor lad had wavered between drinking and abstaining—and that it was only the thoughts of Dave, and of his mother and home, that had kept him in the right path.
Leading the way to the new boathouse, Dave found a spot where they would not be interrupted, and here he and Plum went to work on their dialogue, making such final changes as seemed best."
"I've had my troubles with Merwell, too," said Dave, and told about the express package. "He seems bound to bring us to grief."
