"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."
