"No, we want to keep him in the dark--hold him down like that boarding-school chap here," chuckled Volney.
"Never mind about that," said Blodgett, sharply.
"Got somebody else on the string here, eh?" observed Crandall. "You always were the boys to keep things moving."
"Oh, this is only a small affair--mere pocket money," answered Blodgett.
At this point the conversation changed, and it came out that Crandall was out of money and wanted a loan of fifty dollars.
"We can"t give it to you now," said Volney. "But wait till to-night and I"ll let you have ten dollars."
"And I"ll let you have the same," said Blodgett. "We"ve got to collect a trifle first."
"All right. Twenty is little enough, but it will tide me over until I hit my streak again," answered Crandall. And after a little more talk the men arose and prepared to separate.
"We"ve heard enough," whispered Dave to Gus Plum. "Come on," and he led the way out of the building and down the alley.
"What do you think?" demanded the former bully, when they were on the street again.
"Just as I suspected, Blodgett and Volney are nothing but sharpers. They undoubtedly swindled you. I shouldn"t pay them a cent."
"But they may expose me to the doctor, Dave."
"I don"t think they will--not after you talk to them."
"I hardly know what to say."
"Then suppose you let me do the talking, Gus?"
"You?"
"Yes, I fancy I know how to handle them," answered Dave, confidently.
"Well, I don"t want to get into any hole," said the big boy, doubtfully.
"You won"t get into any hole. When I get through with them, I"m sure they will be only too glad to leave you alone."
The two boys talked the matter over, and at last Gus Plum agreed to let Dave conduct the affair as he thought best. Then both walked to the Oakdale depot, there to await the arrival of the two swindlers.
CHAPTER IX
DAVE TALKS TO THE POINT
It was not long before Blodgett and Volney put in an appearance. They had had several gla.s.ses of liquor at the tavern, and walked along as if very well satisfied with themselves.
"So you are here," said Blodgett, striding up to Gus Plum and holding out his hand. "Shake, my boy!"
"I don"t care to shake hands with you," replied the former bully of Oak Hall.
"Oh, so that"s your lay, is it?" sneered the man. "Very well--but I thought you were a better loser."
"Let us have this meeting over as soon as possible," put in Volney.
"Have you got the money?"
Instead of replying, Plum looked at Dave, and then for the first time the two sharpers noticed that the lad they had come to meet was not alone.
"Who"s your friend? Thought you"d come alone," said Blodgett, somewhat roughly.
"I believe your name is Blodgett," remarked Dave, drawing himself up and looking as businesslike as possible.
"That"s my name, yes. What of it?"
"And your name, I believe, is Volney," went on Dave, turning to the second rascal.
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Never mind that just now. Both of you come from Hartford; isn"t that so?"
"What if we do?" asked Blodgett.
"Some time ago you got this young man to gamble with you, and he lost considerable money. Now you want him to pay up."
"Hadn"t he ought to pay up?" asked Volney. He was growing uneasy.
"He isn"t going to pay you a cent."
"What"s that?" came quickly from Blodgett.
"I say he isn"t going to pay you a cent, Mr. Blodgett. Is that plain enough for you to understand?" answered Dave, sharply.
"Who are you, I"d like to know, to interfere with our dealings!" cried Jack Blodgett.
"Perhaps I"ll tell you who I am later on. I found out about this just in time, it seems. You came from Hartford, but you have been in Albany lately. While you were in Albany you swindled a man named Dodsworth Sadler out of a large sum of money--at least twelve or fifteen hundred dollars."
"Say, look here----" began Blodgett, and his tone became nervous.
"You used marked cards, just as you did when you played with this young man. I think when you find yourselves in the hands of the police---- Hi!
stop, don"t be going in such a hurry!"
For, turning swiftly, Blodgett had rushed from the depot. Volney followed him.
"They are running away!" cried Gus Plum. He could scarcely believe the evidence of his senses.
"Let us give them a good scare while we are at it," answered Dave, and he ran outside and after the swindlers, who cut across the tracks and made for the freight-house. Here a freight-train was just starting out, and the men hopped aboard and were soon out of sight.