"I hope not," said Nunn. "It will be a good thing for you to remember. Come on, fellows; let’s leave him."
"But the Indian!" gasped Scudder. "He will——"
"He oughter take your scalp," declared Brad, as he started away.
Then the others turned to leave Uric, who uttered a cry of fear, sprang up, and ran wildly into the woods. Old Joe made a move to follow, but Dick touched his arm, saying:
"Let him go."
CHAPTER XIII.
TREACHEROUS URIC.
Of course, all Fardale Academy soon knew what had happened to Uric Scudder, the story being repeated and told in various forms, and it seemed that the entire academy fell to laughing over it. It appeared to be the universal opinion that the fellow had met his just deserts, and no one seemed to express sympathy.
Thus it came about that the nickname of "Eggs" was applied to Uric from all sides. Dick Merriwell’s appellation stuck.
Scudder was filled with mortification and fury. Whenever he appeared on the grounds where the boys were gathered to chat during intermission he was gravely addressed as "Eggs." If he objected to that, perhaps he was called "Chickens," or "Cluck-cluck," or something equally as irritating. As he hurried past one group a boy commenced to cackle like a hen, while another crowed in imitation of a rooster.
"Merriwell is to blame for it!" he panted, after repeated experiences of the sort. "And I have to room with him!"