Miguel Bunol was waiting for Chester Arlington in the corridor. Chester started and hesitated when he saw the dark shadow skulking in the gloom by the door of his room. “What do you want?” he asked. “To see you!” returned the Spanish lad, in a low tone that chilled Chester’s blood. “You had better get out!” exclaimed Arlington. “I do not trust you.” He was afraid of Bunol, even though he knew Dick Merriwell had captured and retained the knife the young Spaniard generally carried. Miguel knew Chester was afraid, and he laughed in a low, cold manner. “You come,” he commanded. “I want to talk to you. I have some few things to say, and I say them. If I not say them to you, then I go to Professor Gunn, and I talk to him. You take your choice: you talk to me in your room where nobody hear us, or you let me go to Professor Gunn.” “You had better pack up and get out of here in a hurry. If you go to Professor Gunn, it is likely the professor will have evidence enough to cause you to be placed under arrest. You know what has happened. Captain Thor, of the Springvale team, has betrayed you, and——” “We will not talk of it out here,” said Bunol sharply. “In your room we talk. Either that, or I go to Professor Gunn and tell him a big lot of many things.” “Confound it, Bunol! I’m not to blame for the scrape you are in! You brought it on yourself, and now——” “All right!” exclaimed Bunol, turning away. “I go to the professor.” He seemed in earnest, but Arlington’s heart was suddenly filled with apprehension, and he called to the dark-faced lad. “Wait!” he said. “If it is only to talk to me, you can come into my room.” “As you like,” said Miguel, pausing. “If you like it better for me to talk to professor, then I go to him.” “I’ll have to make some sort of a bargain with him!” thought Chester. “He can make it very uncomfortable for me if he goes to old Gunn and tells all he knows.” So he put aside his fear of Bunol, unlocked his door and asked the young Spaniard in. Arlington hastened to light a lamp, and removed the shade so that the light fell on Bunol’s face. He wished to watch that face, thinking it might be the safest thing to do. Bunol closed the door carefully. He came and stood by the open fireplace. “Now, what do you wish to say to me?” asked Chester. “I am in bad scrape,” said Bunol. “That’s right,” nodded the other lad. “You shall help me out of it.” “I?” “_Si_, Chester Arlington; I say you.”