"Cranch?" cried several. "It is!"
"Well, if you’re not a peach!" came scornfully from Big Bob, as he glared at the captive. "You should be ashamed of yourself! I’d want to go die if I’d been caught this way."
"Viewland must consider the case pretty desperate when it resorts to this kind of business," said Frank Merriwell.
"Don’t blame the team," said Cranch quickly. "I did it on my own accord, and none of the rest knows anything about it."
"You ought to be proud of the trick," grumbled Big Bob. "I suppose you regard this as square sport?"
"Square or not," said the spy, "we don’t propose to let Fardale beat us this year."
"I’ll bet you anything you like we do beat you!" flashed Dick Merriwell. "All you’ve found out here won’t do you any good."
"Oh, I don’t know. You can change your code of signals, but you won’t be able to use your fancy ‘ends-around’ play against us. We’ll have something to offset that, all right."
"Do you think we’re going to let you go back and carry your information to your old team?"
"I don’t see how you can help it."