“It might be, if Zorn wasn’t in the game. That fellow’d do anything! And he has Hagle completely under his thumb.”
“It’s true,” Sam admitted. “And it’s true, too, that Hagle has shown a sort of friendliness for us once or twice.”
Poke wagged his head sagely. “I tell you, Sam! Mark my words, Hagle knows something about that business of the Trojan’s, and it’s worrying him! And Zorn is terrorizing him, to keep him quiet.”
“But——” Sam began.
“But what?”
“But Zorn said he could clear the slate for us, and I don’t think he’d do it by incriminating himself.”
“Neither would Hagle, would he?”
“It may not sound reasonable, but he might, I think—that is, he’d be more likely than Zorn to weaken.”
“But it was Zorn who spread all the stories through the school. And it was Zorn who cooked up things at the class meeting.”
“I admit that. I also admit I don’t understand the situation, so far as those fellows are concerned.”