“We were enemies once,” said Dick, “but I found him pretty square, and I can admire a fellow who is my enemy if he is honest. Later we became, not exactly friends, but reconciled. Somehow we could not get on real friendly terms, though I fancy we both wished to be friendly at one time. Of late he has changed, and I am satisfied that he is once more my enemy. I don’t think he will lie about me, but it is possible he might not correct the false statement of another. Miss Arlington, is it possible that, at the present time, there remains in your mind the least doubt concerning my behavior? If there is such a doubt, even though I would dearly love to keep your locket and your picture, I must beg you to take it back.” He was grim and stern now, and for a single instant she felt a trifle awed. Then pride came to her rescue, and she exclaimed: “If you wish to get rid of it so much, I’ll take it, sir!” “I do not wish to get rid of it. Indeed, I wish to keep it always; but I cannot keep it knowing you might suspect me of showing it, laughing over it and boasting that it was a ‘mash.’ Do you understand?” “I think I do,” she said quietly. “I shall let you keep it, and you may be sure there is no doubt in my mind. I believe you are a gentleman.” Dick had triumphed. Again he was a winner, and it made him glad indeed. He thanked her earnestly and sincerely, upon which she said: “Foolish though it may seem, I am certain now that the locket has given you good fortune. I felt sure you would win the game for Fardale to-day after I gave you the locket, and you took it. Then, with the locket still in your possession, you stopped the runaway. Keep it, and may it be the charm to give you luck as long as it remains in your possession.” “I am sure it will!” he laughed. “As long as it contains that picture it will remain a charm for me.” “You know I accept you as a friend, Mr. Merriwell; but my brother is angry with me, my mother will be more so, and my father will side with my mother. I tell you this as an explanation of my conduct in the future, should anything happen to make it seem that I am unfriendly.” “I think I’ll understand you.” “Then you will do better than most fellows,” smiled June; “for they do not understand girls at all. Hal Darrell——” Then she paused suddenly, for Hal himself had ascended the stairs and stopped, staring at them. His face was rather pale, and there was a glitter in his dark eyes. “Oh, Mr. Darrell!” exclaimed June. “I have been looking for you.” “Have you?” said Hal, his eyes on Dick. “Yes. Brother wants to see you. He’s in room 37. Please go right up.” Hal stood still and stared at Dick a moment longer, after which he mounted the stairs to the second story and disappeared. CHAPTER VI—A DOUBTFUL MATTER