Frank suspected Lynch, but Jabez kept his mouth closed, and deported himself in a manner outwardly beyond censure.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE LISTENER.
"It’s dangerous," said Scudder.
"Nonsense!" derided Lynch.
"It is," persisted Uric, fumbling with his weak chin. "I know."
Jabez shrugged his shoulders, drawing his heavy coat about him, for the day was cold, though the sun was shining. The keen wind set the fallen leaves rustling. The fields were brown, and the woods looked bleak and uninviting.
The two cadets were seated in a little hollow, sheltered from observation by evergreen bushes on the side toward the highway.
"How do you know so much?" questioned Lynch. "You don’t mean——"
"I’ve tried it."
"Then the boy’s accusation was true, and you did have a meeting with Glennon, of the Hudsonville team? You offered to give him points in regard to the style of playing Fardale would adopt?"