"Oh, but this is great!" he cried.
"What's struck you ?" queried Dave.
"Oh, nothing, only I reckon we've got a good hold on Mr.Aaron Poole now--in case he tries to make a complaint against you." "To be sure we have!" burst out Roger.

"He won't dare to do it--after he knows what Professor Potts can do." "What are you talking about ?" demanded Nat, curiously.

"Is my father going to make a complaint against Dave?
What is it for ?" "Maybe you'll learn later--and maybe you won't," answered the senator's son.

"But if you see your father you had better tell him to call it off as far as Dave is concerned--if he wants to save you." "Then you've had trouble, eh ?" "No worse than this--if as bad." "Humph! In that case my father won't believe what you say about me!" cried Nat, cunningly.

And then of a sudden he leaped back, turned, and ran around a corner of the barn at top speed.