CHAPTER II
DAVE PORTER'S PAST
"What do you think of that, fellows?" asked Roger, as he concluded the reading of the letter.
"I am not surprised," answered Dave. "Now that Merwell finds he can't show himself where he is known, he must be very bitter in mind."
"I thought he might reform, but I guess I was mistaken," said Phil. "Say, we had better do as Buster suggests,—keep our eyes peeled for him."
"We are not responsible for his position," retorted Roger. "He got himself into trouble."
"So he did, Roger. But, just the same, a fellow like Link Merwell is bound to blame somebody else,—and in this case he blames us. I am afraid he'll make trouble for us—if he gets the chance," concluded Dave, seriously.
And now, while the three chums are busy reading their letters again, let me introduce them more specifically than I have already done.
Dave Porter was a typical American lad, now well grown, and a graduate of Oak Hall, a high-class preparatory school for boys located in one of our eastern States.
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