"Of course, it’s right! He won’t deny it."
"I won’t deny anything," said the captive. "What’s the use?"
"Well, I’d like to get my paws onto that traitor!" broke forth Buckhart. "I’d kick him into shoestrings! You hear me shout!"
"Make him tell who it is," suggested Burrows.
"Yes, go ahead and make me!" laughed the spy defiantly.
"Bring him out here where I can get a good look at him," urged Don Kent. "I believe I know him."
So the captive was pulled out to a spot where the light from the windows fell on his face.
"Sure thing!" cried Kent. "I know him! Some of you others ought to know him, too."
"Who is he?"
"Phil Cranch, Viewland’s left end last year."