away. I said I'd have the law on him, but he laughed at me, and said nobody else was around and his word was as good as mine."
"If that isn't Nat to a T!" murmured the senator's son. "Doing the sneak act every time!"
"Well, we are witnesses against him," put in Phil. He looked at Dave and suddenly began to grin. "Oh, but this is great!" he cried.
"What's struck you?" queried Dave.
"Oh, nothing, only I reckon we've got a good hold on Mr. Aaron Poole now—in case he tries to make a complaint against you."
"To be sure we have!" burst out Roger. "He won't dare to do it—after he knows what Professor Potts can do."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Nat, curiously. "Is my father going to make a complaint against Dave? What is it for?"
"Maybe you'll learn later—and maybe you won't," answered the senator's son. "But if you see your father you had better tell him to call it off as far as Dave is concerned—if he wants to save you."
"Then you've had trouble, eh?"
"No worse than this—if as bad."
"Humph! In that case my father won't believe what you say about me!" cried Nat, cunningly. And then of a sudden he leaped back, turned, and ran around a corner of the barn at
