"And I don’t wish to talk to you here."
"Why not?"
"Because it may arouse suspicion. I——"
"Now, don’t get on your high horse with me!" said Uric, in a low tone, suddenly assuming a defiant air. "I know all about you, and you’re not a bit better than I am—if as good. Just because I declined to be your tool, don’t think you can play the lofty with me. You acknowledged that you had been caught, and——"
"Stop that kind of talk here! I don’t want to play the lofty; but we’re both known as Merriwell’s enemies, and some of these suspicious ones may see us talking together. We’re not in the same class. You’re a plebe. If I have too much to say to you, it will excite comment. That’s all."
"I’m glad that’s all," said Uric, with sarcasm. "All right; I’ll not call suspicion down upon you. But if you’re banking on Viewland winning to-day, I fancy you’ll lose. Your game didn’t work, did it?"
Somehow, this pricked the curiosity of Lynch. Was it possible Scudder knew something about the disappearance of Cranch?
"My game?" said Jabez. "You mean——"
"Oh, you know."
"What makes you think it didn’t work?"