“Exactly. If you refuse, you will be called before the faculty to-morrow morning to answer to several grave charges.” It seemed that Chester turned a trifle pale, but he snapped his fingers, stained yellow by cigarettes. “A threat!” he exclaimed. “But I do not mind your threats, fellow!” “You will mind this one, for it will be mighty unhealthy for you.” “You’re a bully!” cried Arlington, springing up. “But you can’t bully me in my own room! There’s the door!” He pointed with his finger, but Dick did not look; instead, he kept his dark eyes fixed on those of his enemy, and there was something in that steady look that held Chester in check. “When I am through,” he said, in the same manner of quiet assurance, “I shall lose no time in getting out by that door.” “I won’t disgrace myself by getting into a row with you,” sneered the other. “You have disgraced yourself enough already. I advise you to go slow.” “I want no advice from you!” “In your heart you know well enough one reason why I am here.” “Really, I haven’t the least idea,” said Arlington, as he again sat down, a bored expression driving the look of anger from his face. Dick, however, knew Chester was not bored, knew he was shamming, knew he was nervous and apprehensive. “It will not take me long to tell you why I am here. For one thing, I want you to resign immediately from the athletic committee.” Chester laughed, “You—you want me to! Well, what you want is nothing to me. What you want and what I’ll do are two entirely different things.” “You will resign,” declared Dick, with positive assurance. “Not much!” “You will resign.” “Why? Because you order it? Because you want to run the football-team, the committee, and everything connected with Fardale athletics? Well, you’ll find that you can’t have everything your own way!” “If you do not resign,” said Dick, “I shall immediately take steps to compel you to do so.” “You compel me?” “I shall.” “Why, you crazy idiot! You conceited duffer! You swell-headed——” “That will do!” came sternly from Dick’s lips. “I know you would like to provoke me into attacking you here, in order that you might claim I came to your room and assaulted you. I shall not touch you in this room, but if you continue your insulting epithets I shall call you to account elsewhere the first opportunity that presents.” “Bully! But you can’t frighten me. My father is D. Roscoe Arlington, and——” “That is something you have told everybody in this school a dozen times, or more; but I should fancy you ought to see by this time that it fails to make an impression.”