Messrs. Emerson and Melville.

"You don't want to have anyone see us here together, then," went on Don.
"So scoot! You know how to communicate with me when you want to.
That's all."

Don waved his hand as a sign of dismissal.

The other boy, with a nod, turned to make his way off. "No, by the
Great Porpoise, that isn't all!"

The words, shouted, with a tremendous energy behind them, caused some
other hearts to bound.

Jacob Farnum, his blood now boiling, found himself unable to contain
himself any longer.

As he shouted out, he burst through the bushes, making a bee-line for
the departing boy in uniform.

Don Melville gasped, in sheer dismay, yet he had the presence of mind
to yell:

"Scoot, Benson! Travel as fast as ever you can!"

Then Don ran a few steps in the opposite direction. Young Melville was
a very fair sprinter, but he wanted to have a bit of a start in case
of need.

"Melville, you young scoundrel, I'll settle with you later!" roared