"I shall take pains to let Mrs. Stanhope know what they
think of you, too."
"Was he discharged?" asked Dom. "He told mamma that he had left
of his own accord."
"He was discharged," answered Dick, who had got word through Peleg
Snuggers.
"It is not true!" stormed Josiah Crabtree. "This is a -- a plot
to injure me in the eyes of Mrs. Stanhope, and you shall pay
dearly for it, boy!" and he shook his fist in Dick's face.
"Don't do that again, Mr. Crabtree, or we may have a set-to right
here -- begging Dora's pardon," answered Dick, his eyes flashing
fire.
"That's all right -- don't give in an inch to him, Dick,"
whispered Dora. "I hate him -- oh, more than words can tell!" and
she caught the youth's arm.
"I am not afraid of you, boy!" was the short return, but now the
ex-teacher turned to the hallway. "I was on the point of leaving,
and now I will go, Dora. But I will be back in a day or two," and
he strode from, the room. A moment later he had secured his hat
and overcoat and taken his departure.
"Oh, what a dreadful man!" sobbed Dora, when he was gone. "Dick
Rover, what shall I do?" and she looked at him pleadingly.
"It's a puzzle to me, Dora -- worse than an example in cube root
in algebra!" He smiled sadly.
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