Carson was worn out with lack of sleep and exhaustion. When Clancy dragged him to the fireplace, took a burning brand from the fire, and approached him, he let out one frightened yell.
The red-haired chap knew that he could not carry out his bluff, but he held so desperate a countenance that Carson was overborne. Even Billy himself half thought that Clancy meant to put his bluff into effect.
“I give in!” yelled Carson wildly.
Clancy drew a long breath of relief, but did not let Carson see it.
“Where’s Chip Merriwell?” he demanded grimly.
“Don’t burn me!” yelled Carson frantically. “Give me a drink!”
“You’ll drink when I get ready, and not before,” roared Clancy. “Where’s Chip Merriwell? Hurry up, you galoot!”
“He’s at the Brundage Farm, on the other side of Orton,” gasped Bully. “For Heaven’s sake, give me a drink!”
The bully had given in completely and absolutely. None the less, he knew that since it was getting on toward noon, all hope of getting to Fardale for the game must now be over.
“Get up,” and Clancy kicked him to his feet. “Billy, take him out to the car and you take the wheel. I’ll come along in the Hornet. Make him guide us to this Brundage place, and do it quick!”