CHAPTER XXI.
THE REVENGE TALK AT MILLER'S "Let's get out of this place," whispered Dick in Dave's ear as Darry helped him to staunch the flow of blood from his nose.
"There, the bleeding has stopped," muttered Dave.

"Now, put on your coat and button it up.

Then the blood stains on your shirt won't show." Tom Drake had very little to say, but he kept close to Prescott.
"Shall we walk down the road a bit, Mr.Drake ?" asked Dick, as soon as he had his coat on.
"I'm in a hurry to get home," nodded the young workman.

"I shall know where I belong, after this.

No more of Miller's for me! For that matter," the young man added, with a hearty laugh, "I don't believe Miller would ever let me in his place again.