"Three of the boys you hate—Porter, Morr, and Lawrence."
Merwell started back in consternation.
"You don't mean it—you are fooling!"
"It's the truth. They were there and ready to have me arrested, I suppose. I got out in a hurry." Job Haskers gave a deep sigh and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
"Did—did they follow you?" asked Link Merwell, nervously.
"I don't think so—I didn't give them time. Oh, this is too bad! I expected to get a lot of money from that old man," and Job Haskers shook his headly, sadly.
"I told you it wasn't safe to stay around here," was Merwell's comment. "Why not go out West with me? It will be much safer there, I am sure."
"My funds are low."
"I'll stake you, as the miners say."
"How much money have you?" asked Job Haskers, a bit more hopefully.
"Enough to take us both West. I made dad come down—he sent the money order this morning, and I just got it cashed. I told him if he didn't come down I'd have to give myself up to the police, and that would disgrace the whole family."
"I see." The former teacher of Oak Hall gritted his teeth. "Oh, how I wish I could do something to punish Porter and those others!"
