Glennon turned from the traitor in disgust.
At this moment Scudder uttered a cry, caught Glennon by the arm, and pointed toward a ragged boy who was trying to force his way into the shouting crowd that surrounded Dick Merriwell.
"Look!" he hissed.
"What is it?" demanded the other.
"The boy!"
"What boy?"
"The one we chased! There he is!"
"Good!" said Glennon, in relief. "I was afraid he had been drowned."
"He’s trying to get to Merriwell."
"Let him try."