I heard Emery ask Hartwick how he knew so much about us." "What did Hartwick say ?" Frank eagerly asked.
"He said he had a nice fresh flat who thought it a fine thing to play the spy and blab all he found out." "Blay bluses--I mean blue blazes!" cried Harry, banging his fist down on the table.

"That's what makes me cot under the hollar! A man who would do a thing like that will steal a sheep! I'd like to have the pleasure of thumping him a few times--just a few!" Merriwell was silent, a dark look on his face.
"It will not be healthy for the spy if I catch him," he finally declared.

"I'll make it pretty hot for him around here!" "Which would be a highly commendable action," bowed Dismal.
"Have you any idea who would do such a low-down thing ?" asked Harry.
"Sometimes we have ideas which we do not care to express." "That's right; but in a case like this--confidentially--to us, you know--" "Well, if I say anything, it is to be strictly confidential." "Sure!" cried Frank and Harry in a breath.
"You both give me your word for it ?" "We do." "If I knew, I would not hesitate to come out openly and accuse the fellow," said Dismal; "but this is merely a case of suspicion, and I will tell you who I suspect." "Go ahead." "Well, there is a certain fellow who has not been above playing into the hands of the sophs in the past, and it is natural for me to suspect him.
His name is--" The door opened, and Roland Ditson came in without knocking..