“Don’t you try it! Don’t you touch me!”
“Don’t worry,” retorted Dick. “If you haven’t learned your lesson by this time you never will. You’d better own up about the shooting.”
“Don’t know nothing about no shooting,” sullenly persisted the Maplewood boy.
“Didn’t you hear the shot?”
“No.”
“Now you know he’s lying, Dick!” cried Buckhart. “Of course he heard it! I reckon he fired it himself!”
“That’s a lie!” shouted Jack excitedly. “If any one says such a thing about me he lies!”
“It was fired from that island,” said Merriwell, “and the bullet came pretty near me, too. Weren’t you on the island with Fernald?”
“No.”
“But we saw you leaving it.”