bed.

He felt that he was powerless in his calculating friend's hands,
and yet, the possibilities of a coming future swept him from his
feet. He wanted money now but for one purpose--revenge upon Arthur
Ferris.

"Of course," he growled, "the dog knew the whole deal, and has
been a secret guardian over me, in the interest of the thief who
has robbed my father's grave. Poor, dear old Dad! If he had only
remembered these cheap lands and set them aside for me. It was
the only real estate holding forgotten in the hard-driven bargain
which vastly enriched old Hugh. But old Hugh shall pay; yes, to
the last farthing. I will lock up my heart. I will circumvent his
spies, and then await my own hour of triumph. It will be a fight
to the finish and no quarter asked or given. I swear it!"

A thorough confidence was reestablished between the two collegians
before the coming of Monday morning took Randall Clayton back
to his money mill. His first impulse to give up the apartment had
returned to him. He now loathed the memory of Arthur Ferris as the
slimy snake in the grass; and yet he resisted his desire to shove
all the traitor's traps into a storage warehouse.

"Be ruled by me, Randall," urged Jack Witherspoon, as he set out
on Monday morning for his last business conferences with the New
York end of his railroad employers.

"I will surely make Hugh give up the million. You shall have your
three-quarters, for it would be ruin to Worthington to drag out
his relations with Durham."

"Play the honest Iago. Keep your counsel. Dismiss this from you
mind. Make love to some pretty girl, amuse yourself. Do anything
but drink or gamble. Keep up a jolly mien. Go in to the summer
pleasures a little. It will throw these two crafty ones off their
guard. The weeks will soon roll around. I will cable you of my
return.

"Then we will jointly descend upon this new combination of
Worthington, Durham, and Ferris. But I must first be in Detroit,
back in my impregnable railroad law fortress. Then, at my nod,
he settles or down come the gates of Gaza on him! Remember that
you have no one in your matrimonial eye. I want to win Francine
Delacroix's home from these robbers. And then install the little
dainty therein. I will go in and win for you!"

The college comrades had now unravelled all the past, and their
Sunday outing had after all been a jolly one. Thoroughly reassured,
Clayton had given Jack Witherspoon his whole history, an