"I was a fool to meet you, anyhow!" said the other. "What has it amounted to? All you told me was of no consequence. We’d found out for ourselves that Merriwell was dangerous, and then we could have put him out of the game without your advice. You’re a pretty cheap kind of a chap, to go back on your own team to ‘do’ a fellow you hate."
"Now, don’t begin calling names! That kind of business won’t go down with me!"
"It’ll have to go down!" sneered Glennon, rising to his feet. "What are you going to do about it? You must know you’re a cheap fellow. Of course, if you had anything to tell me about the secret practise of your team, I was ready to hear it; but that didn’t make me think anything of you. All the while I regarded you as a poor tool, and that’s just what you are. If that boy doesn’t turn up all right, I’ll tell everything concerning the affair."
"You’ll blow on me?"
"I’ll tell the truth, as the best way out of a bad scrape, that’s all."
Uric caught hold of his companion’s arm.
"But don’t blow till you have to!" he entreated. "Perhaps the boy is all right. Perhaps he jumped in there to dodge us. I believe he did. I am pretty sure of it now. That is just what he did, and he’s hiding down there, or he swam off. Ha! ha! We’re foolish to get all worked up over it. The young rascal! He played a slick trick on us."
Glennon looked at Uric suspiciously, but the latter continued the bluff.
"If I had time," he said, "I’d stay right here and watch for him; but I’ve got to get back to the academy, or I’ll have trouble. Come on; we might as well give it up. The boy has fooled us."
He urged Glennon away, and so they departed.