Jabez glared at him.
"Well, you won’t get it!" he snapped.
"Won’t I?" grinned Scudder. "Oh, I don’t know! Perhaps you’ll conclude to cough after you think about it. Of course, I don’t want to make it unpleasant for you, you know, but [illegible][but [illegible]]"
Lynch felt like hitting the fellow.
"Go on!" he grated. "You may be sorry if you try any blackmailing-game on me!"
"Oh, law!" said Scudder, in pretended horror. "Don’t use such harsh language! You shock me!"
Then, with a sneering laugh, he moved off. Lynch glared after him.
"That fellow is going to make trouble for me," thought Jabez. "I’ve told him too much. He can’t be trusted."
But now he gave his entire attention to the playing.
Having secured the ball on downs, Fardale lined up for the assault, and Merriwell was hurled into Viewland’s center. Kernan was a good man there, but the impetus of Merriwell’s rush, backed as it was by Singleton, Nunn, and Shannock, forced Viewland to give for a distance of four yards.