“You’re not standing for it—you’re sitting. Somebody gave away our plans to carry Tucker off to that old warehouse last night. Who did it? Who peached?”
“Why do you come at me like this? Am I the only one who knew about your plan? Didn’t the others know? Why don’t you make your talk to them?”
“Because I know Ditson, Poland, Toleman, or Wolfe would not breathe a word of it. I don’t know about you.”
Mel squirmed and tried to rise again, but was once more pushed back by Mike.
“Don’t get up,” said Lynch. “I’ve asked you a question.”
“And I’ve given you all the answer you’ll get from me!” snarled Daggett. “I didn’t peach on anybody. You’ve never seen me trying to get in with the Merriwell crowd. You can’t say as much about some of the rest of your friends. I’m not calling any names, but you know who I mean.”
“Yes, you mean me,” said Wolfe. “Perhaps you think I’m the one who gave it away?”
“I didn’t say so. I’m not accusing anybody. Lynch is making all that sort of talk that’s being made.”
“Because I mean to find out how it happens that Merriwell gets wind of everything we plan to do. Of course, if you say you didn’t let anything slip, we’ll have to take your word for it, Daggett.”
“You needn’t take my word for it if you don’t want to. But if you continue to insinuate, I’ll fight you as sure as I live. Perhaps you can do me up, but we’ll see.”