"You had better not follow us," came in ugly tones from Jerry Koswell. "If you do you'll get yourselves in hot water."
"See here, Koswell, and you too, Larkspur," said Dick, in a low but distinct tone. "We know all about what you did at Brill—and so do the authorities know it. Just at present we haven't time to bother with you. But some day we may get after you."
"Bah! you can't scare me!" snorted Koswell. Yet his face showed that he was disturbed.
"Are you staying in Boston?" asked Sam, somewhat curiously.
"No, we are bound for a trip up the coast to"
"Shut up, Jerry, don't tell 'em where we are going," interrupted Larkspur. "It's none of their business."
"Some day we'll get after you," said Dick. "Now we've got to leave you," he added, as the car conductor called out the name of Varmolet street, as Dick had requested him to do.
"You keep your distance!" shouted Koswell after the Rover boys.
"We are not afraid of you!" added Larkspur, and then the car went on again, and the two former students of Brill were lost to view.
"They are off on some kind of a trip," said
