“What do you mean? Are you going back on me?”
“No.”
“Well, then, what——”
“I’m simply going to let Merriwell alone in the future, and I advise you as a friend to do the same.”
“To blazes with your advice—and you, too! You’re a squealer! That’s what’s the matter with you!”
Sargent simply shrugged his shoulders and went on making the necessary changes.
“A squealer!” repeated Dunton, grinding the words derisively through his teeth. “You are scared of Merriwell, and so you are going to quit. I hate a quitter!”
“Now you are getting very excited, Dug,” murmured Sargent, applying some powder to his neck. “What you need just now is a good, cold shower bath.”
“What you need is a good thumping!”
“That’s what you said Merriwell needed, and I went up to his room with you to watch you give it to him,” reminded Sargent.