"You are right, Mr. Merwell—I do not."
"After this you will please us best by not recognizing us," added Mary, coldly.
"Oh, I see how it is—these chaps have been filling you up with stories about us!" cried Merwell, roughly. "Well, if you want to believe them you can do it. I don't care!" And he turned on his heel and entered a near-by store.
"Some day you'll wish you hadn't made such friends of Porter & Company," said Jasniff, and he glared defiantly at Dave and his chums. "Maybe you'll find that they are not just what you thought they were," and having thus delivered himself, he, too, entered the store. In the meantime the automobile had gone on along the street to the post-office, where the two strange cadets went in to see about mail.
"Say, I think I'll lay for Merwell and Jasniff and" began Phil, when a warning pinch on his arm from Dave caused him to break off.
There was an awkward pause, neither the boys nor the girls knowing exactly what to say or do.
"Well, we must be going," said Vera. "I promised to be home by dark."
"And I have some errands to do before I go back," added Mary. "So we'll say good-by."
"I hope we meet again," remarked Phil.
"Maybe we'll come to some of your football
