"Listening?"
"Well, I couldn’t help hearing what you were saying, though that didn’t amount to much."
"Of course, he’s a spy," said Elmer Dow. "That’s how he happened to be here. He was here to find out about that new play and to get onto the signals."
"Do you deny that?" asked Frank of the captive.
"Of course, I deny everything," answered the fellow defiantly. "What are you going to do about it?"
He showed his teeth in a sneering smile.
At this moment Dick Merriwell brought out something he had discovered beneath the desk where the fellow had been.
"Look here!" he exclaimed. "A pad and pencil. He’s got the signals scrawled here on the pad! He was taking them down!"
Then there was a moment of silence, followed by an angry murmur from the Fardale men, which grew louder and louder.
"Spy!"