Dave had departed, the pair walked into the warm gymnasium to talk the matter over.
"Dave has something on his mind," said Roger. "I noticed it yesterday."
"So did I, Roger. What is it, do you suppose?"
"I don't know, excepting it may be about Merwell and Jasniff. He said it wasn't about those girls."
"Do you think he is going to meet Merwell and Jasniff in Rockville?"
"Possibly. I can't think of anything else."
"If Dave got into trouble, I'd like to be on hand to help him."
"So would I. But I guess Dave knows how to take care of himself." And then the subject was dropped, and the two students began to exercise with some Indian clubs.
In the meantime, Dave was on his way to Rockville. As the road was clear of snow he used his bicycle, and soon covered the distance to the town. He passed along the river road to the sawmill, and then kept his eyes open for Mrs. Dunn's house.
"This must be the place," he said to himself, as he reached a dilapidated residence, located in what had once been a fine flower garden, but which was now a tangle of rank bushes and weeds. The gate was off, and leaping from his wheel, he
