Though none of the chums guessed it, excitement enough for two
of them, possible, was brewing in another part of Gridley at that
moment.

Bert Dodge was talking almost in whispers with a young fellow
named Fessenden, who had discharged from the bank in which Bert's
father was vice president.

"You do my trick---put it through for me, Fessenden---and I'll
do my best with my father to get you back in the bank," Bert promised.

"Even if I fail in that, I'll pay you well, in addition to the
money I've just given you."

"Oh, it won't be a hard job to put through," nodded young Fessenden,
understandingly. "I can find two fellows who have nerve enough,
and who will go into court and swear to anything I want them to."

"That's the talk!" glowed young Dodge. "You will testify that
Dick Prescott was talking with you, and that he told innumerable
lies to blacken my name that he libeled me!"




CHAPTER IV

WHAT ABOUT MR. CAMERON?