"The jig is up!" thought Uric. "Glennon will croak on me!"
In that case, he knew what to expect, and he was shaking in his boots.
Glennon had made great haste, and was nearly dressed when Scudder was marched in. It had been his intention to get away from the vicinity of the academy as soon as possible.
"That’s the feller!" cried the boy, pointing at Glennon.
"This boy," said Dick Merriwell, "has made a charge of treachery[treachery] against this fellow here. The boy says this chap wrote to you and offered to tell you how to beat Fardale to-day, and that you met him in the village this forenoon. If the charge is true, it is right for us to know it here, and I ask you fairly to answer if it is so."
Glennon’s eyes met those of Scudder, and he saw there the light of fear that caused his lip to curl a bit. Then, with a scornful gesture, he said:
"Nothing in it—nothing at all. Never saw the fellow before in my life."
Scudder was saved.
One mystery, however, remained unsolved. The doctor had said that Dick Merriwell had been drugged. How the trick was done, and why it was done, remained a puzzle to some who knew of it.
But Frank Merriwell believed in his heart that he knew the full explanation. In some manner the drug had been given to Dick at the table, in water, or in his food.