“I see. Well, now, Bates, let’s see where we stand. You produce this White chap Saturday before the game and if he can put a quietus on this story I’ll be satisfied. No one has heard anything about this matter except--the fellow who found these pieces of paper and I. And no one will hear. I guess I’m pretty well convinced already, my boy! Now don’t let this bother you. It will come out all right, I’m sure. And if it does--as it’s going to--we’re going to need your best work the day after tomorrow. Come and see me Saturday, Bates, and---- By the way, what time do you expect this Mr. White?” “I think he will be in on that train that gets here at twelve-ten, sir.” “Hm, rather late! But that can’t be helped. You switch him over here to me as soon as he arrives and we’ll nail this thing right away. That’s all, Bates. Sorry this had to come up, but as it has I’m glad we’re going to clear it up so nicely.” Mr. Driscoll offered his hand and Dick shook it and went out. CHAPTER XXII BLASH CONFESSES “Of all the crazy things to do!” marvelled Stanley when, at noon, Dick found him in the room and poured out the story to him. “Didn’t you know you weren’t supposed to give your plays away like that?” “I guess I didn’t think,” said Dick humbly. “Besides, Leonardville is so far away----” “Well, no use talking about it now. Who do you suppose found the letter?” “I don’t know. Most anyone might have. I dare say I tossed the whole thing at the barrel and this piece that Mr. Driscoll has fell outside.” “Yes, that’s probably what happened. But where did the bit of envelope come from? I don’t believe that was any accident, Dick!” “What do you mean?” demanded Dick warmly. “Do you think I lied----” “Hold your horses! What I mean is that--well, I don’t know just what I do mean, Dickie. But if anyone had found that piece of your letter and wanted to get you in wrong all he’d have had to do was----” “I thought of that, Stan, but there isn’t anyone who----” Dick stopped and frowned thoughtfully at his chum. “Sure of that?” asked Stanley. “You mean----” “Yes, how about Sandy? He has it in for you, hasn’t he?” “Why, yes, I suppose he has. In fact, he’s got a good big mad on with me, Stan. I didn’t tell you, but I had a bit of an argument with him yesterday afternoon, down in front of the door. Do you think----” “What sort of an argument?” asked Stanley suspiciously.