Somebody has been blowing to them about our crew." "I know it," was Ditson's surprising confession, "and that's why I dropped in here.

I wanted to tell Merriwell about it." Jones gasped for breath.

He was too surprised to speak for some minutes.
Ditson took out a package of cigarettes, offering them first to Harry, who shook his head.
"What ?" cried Roll, amazed.

"You won't smoke ?" "No." "What's that mean ?" "I have left off," said Harry, with an effort.
"Left off?
Oh, say! that's too good! You leave off!" A bit of color came to Rattleton's face, and he gave Ditson a look that was not exactly pleasant; but Roll was too occupied with his merriment to observe it.
Frank was studying Ditson.

He watched the fellow's every movement and expression.
Roll knew it was useless to offer cigarettes to Merriwell or Jones, so he selected one from the package, kneaded it daintily, pulled a little tobacco from the ends, moistened the paper with his lips, and then lighted it with a wax match.
"Say, Harry, old man, I pity you," he said, with a taunting laugh, looking at Harry.