Late on the following day Tom was walking toward the gymnasium
when he caught sight of Baxter just entering the school grounds.
He at once ran toward the bully.
"Baxter, I want to have a talk with you," he said sharply, as he
looked the bully squarely in the face.
"Do you?" was the uneasy answer. "All right, fire ahead."
"Hadn't you better come up to the dormitory? We can have it all
to ourselves, for the others are either in the gymnasium or on the
lake."
"Well, I was going up to our dormitory anyway," answered Baxter,
and stalked off, leaving Tom to follow him. Once they were in the
dormitory occupied by the bully and his set, Baxter locked the
door.
"Now out with what you have got to say, and be quick about it," he
growled.
"I want to know who that man was, you met in the tavern in
Cedarville."
"Didn't meet any man in particular. Met half a dozen in general."
"You know the man I mean -- the tall fellow, with a scar on his
chin."
"Oh, that fellow? I think his name is Nolly. He's a book agent,
and I promised to buy some histories from him," and Baxter
pretended to yawn, as if he was not especially interested.
"You are not telling the truth, Baxter," answered Tom, undaunted
by this show of nerve.
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