A flash of scorn came to Dick’s dark eyes.
"That is the way you reason, Scudder. You do not pause to consider that you brought it on yourself. I know a few things about you that I have never told. I know that within a week after entering this academy you were playing the sneak and the traitor to your class. You were carrying tales to the yearlings."
"It’s a lie!"
"If you were worth it, I’d make you swallow that! You know it is true. I know it! I know you met Singleton and several others of the yearlings in the Wolf’s Den within a week after entering school, and there plotted to do me up. The result of that plot was a little fight in Chadwick’s pasture one night, and you had to meet me first. If, at the time, I had known as much as I do now, I’d have used you rougher than I did."
Scudder could not deny the accusation, and he inwardly confessed that Merriwell seemed to have a way of finding out every move made and every word spoken against him.
"That old sneak of an Indian told you!" he snapped. "Somebody ought to shoot him!"
Dick smiled grimly.
"He’s a bad chap to fool with, Scudder, as you and your sort have already discovered. Better let him alone. In fact, in the future, you had better mind your own business and let me alone. You will be better off, for I shall get mad pretty soon, and when I get mad I may hurt you. Let him alone, Douglass. He won’t do anything. I doubt if he would have had courage enough to strike me with the chair when I wasn’t looking."
And Dick Merriwell coolly sat down and resumed study.
"Better take heed," said Douglass. "Because if he doesn’t soak you by and by, I shall. You ought to be fired out of Fardale."