say such a thing—don't you dare!" His face was very white. "You are not going to get me into trouble!"
"Is that all you have to say, Plum?"
"N-no. I want to talk this over, Porter. I—that is—let us come to terms—that's the best way. It won't do you any good to try to get me into trouble. I—I haven't done anything wrong. I was out on the river by—by accident, that's all—got it into my head to have a lark that night, just as you went out for a lark last night."
"Well, what do you want to see me about, then?" questioned Dave. He could readily see that the bully had something on his mind which troubled him greatly.
"I think we might as well come to terms—you keep still and I'll keep still."
"I haven't said anything, Plum."
"Yes, but you might, later on, you know. I—that is, let us make a sure thing of this," stammered the bully.
"What are you driving at, Plum? Talk out straight."
"I will." The bully looked around, to make certain that nobody was within hearing distance. "You're a poor boy, Porter, aren't you?"
"I admit it."
"Just so. And, being poor, some pocket money comes in mighty handy at times, doesn't it?"
