significant to be overlooked.

"Trouble?" began Len. "Well, he--he--"

"He made a certain statement concerning me," Dave said, quietly, looking
from Len to Whitey, "and I asked him the source of his information. That
is all."

"What did he say?"

"He said I was a nameless, picked-up nobody, and that Mr. Carson was not
my father. I asked him how he knew, and he said some one told him that."

"So he did!" exclaimed Len.

"Then I demand to know who it was!" cried Dave.

For a moment there was silence, and then Whitey Wasson, with a chuckle
said:

"I told Len myself!"

"You did?" cried Dave.

"Yes, he did! Now maybe you won't be so smart!" sneered Len. "Let go my
horse!" he cried, roughly, as he swung the animal to one side. But no
force was needed; as Dave's nerveless hand fell away from the bridle. He
seemed shocked--stunned again.

"You--you--how do you know?" he demanded fiercely, raising his sinking