down to the spot mentioned, which was behind a thick fringe of bushes. Plum was not yet there, but soon came up at a quick walk.
"I couldn't get away from Poole," explained the bully. "Are you alone?" and he gazed around anxiously.
"Yes, I am alone," answered Dave, coolly.
There was a silence, and each boy looked at the other. Dave's eyes were clear, but the bully's had something of the haunted in them.
"You said something about me last night," be gan Plum, lamely, "something about my being on the river."
"I did."
"Did you see me on the river?"
"I am not going to answer that question just yet, Plum."
"Huh! Maybe you are only joking?"
"Very well, you can think as you please. If you want to talk to me, very well; if not, I'll go back to the school," and Dave started to walk away.
"Hold on!" The bully caught the country boy by the arm. "If you saw me on the river, what else did you see?"
"You were following Shadow Hamilton in a boat."
"I wasn't—I didn't have anything to do with Hamilton. I—I didn't know he was out till afterwards," went on the bully, fiercely. "Don't you
