CHAPTER SEVEN.
HOW A PLEASANT TREAT IN STORE WAS PREPARED FOR MY MASTER.
Gus proceeded then to divulge his plan for giving Tom Drift his revenge on my master.
"Let's take him to Gurley races on Saturday," said he.

"You know it's a holiday, and if we can only get him with us, well astonish his sanctimonious young soul.

What do you say ?" "You'll never get him to come," said Margetson.
"Won't we?
Well see about that," replied Gus, "he needn't know where he's going." "But even so," said Drift, "you won't get him; he's not in love with me, and I don't fancy any of you are much in his line." "Oh, you'll have to manage that part, Tom.

You know how the young idiot's pining to make it up with you, for your dear old mother's sake!" "Now you needn't start that nonsense again," put in Tom sulkily.
"All right; but don't you see, if you were to take a forgiving fit and make up to him, and talk about the old lady and his watch, and all that, he'd be out of his wits with joy?
and then if you asked him to come for a day's fishing on Saturday, we could meet you somewhere on the road, and then he'd have to come whether he liked or not; and won't we astonish him!" Tom mused a little.
"It's not a bad idea," said he presently, "if it would only work.

But I can't make up to the young puppy as you think.