"I know what he wants to do! He means to tell Merriwell about our meeting!"
"Let him tell. It won’t hurt me."
"It will me!"
"You’ll have to look out for yourself."
"Bet he has that letter! He’s going to give it to Merriwell."
"I don’t care."
"It will be used against me! Let’s stop him! Let’s try to fix it with him!"
"Go on!" sneered Glennon. "Fix it yourself—if you can. Get away from me, and stay away."
Then he again turned his back on Scudder.
Uric ran toward the boy, who did not see him coming. He grasped the youngster by the shoulder, pulling him aside, and saying: