I don't care to go into the lawyer's office without a competent witness." "Then I'm yours, old fellow." "I know that, Greg." Despite himself Holmes began to feel decidedly uneasy.
"What on earth can Dodge be up to ?" muttered Greg.

"He threatened a libel prosecution one day last month.

Can it be that he has found people who can be bribed to perjure themselves, and that he is going to make his hint good ?" "It half looks that way," assented Dick.
"Then may a plague seize the cur!" cried Greg, vehemently.

"Why, if the fellow can buy other people into making out a case of libel against you-----" "I might be convicted, and that conviction would cut short my Army career," replied Prescott as quietly as ever.
Greg stopped short in his walk, staring aghast at his chum.
"Why, can Dodge be scoundrel enough for that ?" he gasped.
"The best way to judge a man, like a horse, is by the record of his past performances," responded Prescott as quietly as ever.
"So that unutterable cur, since he couldn't remain in the Army, is determined that you shan't, either! Dick, old ramrod, I'm shaking all over with indignation and contempt, and you're as cool as an old colonel going under fire again for the thousandth time!" "If there's any real danger I guess I'd better remain cool," spoke Prescott slowly, though there was a flash of fire in his eyes.
"There's Bert Dodge again!" quivered Holmes, glancing along the street.

"Hurry up! Let's meet him.