to let Nat Poole have any of this nice salad!" cried Phil. "I'd see him in Guinea first! "
"He shall have some—after it has been properly doctored."
"Eh? Oh, I see," and the shipowner's son began to grin. "All right then. But doctor it good."
"I shall make no mistake about that," returned Dave.
While Shadow was telling a story of a little boy who had fallen down a well and wanted somebody to "put the staircase down" so he could climb up, Dave went to a small medicine closet which he had purchased during his previous term at Oak Hall. From this he got various bottles and powders and began to "doctor" a nice portion of the chicken salad.
"Say, Dave, that won't hurt anybody, will it? " asked Ben, who saw the movement.
"It may hurt Nat Poole, Ben."
"Oh, you don't want to injure him."
"This won't do any harm. I am going to give him what Professor Potts called green peppers. Once, when he was particularly talkative, he related how he had played the joke on a fellow-student at college. It won't injure Nat Poole, but if he eats this salad there will surely be fun, I can promise you that."
"How are you going to get it to him?"
