"'Fi told you anything it was in strictest confidence." "Cert; but then, you know, anything to knife Merriwell." Gordon braced off, his hands on the table before him.

Ditson laughed and went on: "Now, if we make a combine against him we can do him bad." "Wazzyer mean ?" Gordon again demanded.

"Mean that you repeated anything I tol' you in confidence when I was full ?" "Not publicly," grinned Ditson.

"I may have used it to injure Merriwell, but I was careful how I used it." Walter thumped the table with his fist, growing angry suddenly.
"You're a hanged two-faced fraud!" he huskily cried.

"That's jusht what you are, Ditson! Somebody's been telling things to the sophs.