bushes and trees back of the roadhouse. The murmur grew louder, and presently he made out the voices of Gus Plum and Link Merwell.
"You're a fool, Gus, to act this way," Merwell was saying. "What's the use of being a softy? You are missing a whole lot of fun."
"I tell you I'm not going to do it," answered Plum. "I guess I know what is best for me."
"It won't hurt you to have one drink," went on Merwell. "Come on in, like a good fellow. I hate to drink alone. He's got some prime stuff. We've got lots of time to get back to the Hall in time for dinner."
"No, I'm done with drinking—I told you that before, Link. Now stop it and let me go."
"See here, Gus, you've got to go with me," stormed Merwell, uglily. "I'll not have you giving me the cold shoulder. If you refuse to have just one drink, do you know what I'll do? I'll let Doctor Clay know about that other time—the time you went to the granary."
"No! no!" pleaded Plum, and now his voice trembled. "Please don't do that!"
"Ha! ha! that's where I've got you, haven't I? Now, will you take a drink with me, or not?"
"I—I—I am afraid. Oh, Merwell, you know how it was before. I—I" Gus Plum broke down completely. "Please don't ask me; please don't!"
