“Then what did you mean by what you said?” asked Mark, more calmly.

“I will tell you.  I got an idea, from what Frank said once, that he was in charge of you—­well, not exactly that, but he looked after you.”

This was a wicked falsehood, as Frank had never intimated any such thing.  In fact, he had generally kept quite aloof from James.

Mark, however, fell into the trail, and never thought of doubting what his companion said.

“If Frank said that, I’ve a great mind to whip him,” said Mark, angrily.

“Oh, I wouldn’t notice him, if I were you!” said James.  “For my part, I didn’t believe what he said.  I felt sure that a fine, spirited boy like you wouldn’t submit to his dictation.”

“I should say not—­the impudent follow!”

“When he spoke to you just now,” continued James, “one would really have thought he was your uncle, or guardian, and that you were a little boy.”

“I’ll show him what I think of him and his advice.  I hadn’t thought of going to the saloon to-morrow, but now I will.”

“Bravo!  I like your spirit!” said James, admiringly.  “It is just the way to treat him.  Shall I come round with you about the same hour as to-day?”

“Yes, I wish you would.”

When the two boys parted company, James Carson smiled to himself.

“What a fool Mark is!” he thought.  “He thinks he is his own master, but I am going to twist him round my little finger.  He’s a sweet youth, but he’s got money, and I mean to have some of it.  Why, he tells me his father allows him eight dollars a week for spending money.  If I manage well, I can get more than half away from his in bets.”

The next day James called for Mark, as agreed upon, and again the two boys went to the billiard saloon.  The performance of the day before was repeated.

James Carson, while flattering Mark’s poor play, managed to beat in every game but one on which money was staked, and came out the richer by a dollar and a half.

“I am very unlucky,” grumbled Mark, in a tone of dissatisfaction.

“So you were, Mark,” admitted his sympathizing friend.  “You made some capital shots, though, and if I hadn’t been so lucky, you would have come out the victor in every game.”

“But I didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t; but you can’t have such beastly luck all the time.”

“I guess I’d better give up billiards.  In two days I have spent five dollars.  It doesn’t pay.”

“No doubt Frank will be gratified when he hears that you have given up playing.  He will think it is because you are afraid of him.”

James had touched the right chord, and poor Mark was once more in his toils.

“It’s lucky for me that Frank spoke to him,” thought James.  “It makes it much easier for me to manage him.”

One thing, however, James had not taken into account.  There were others besides Frank who were liable to interfere with his management, and who had the authority to make their interference effectual.