I have discovered enough already to convince me of that.

I saw him do something to-day, too, which puts a big club into my hand!" Badger's face changed, but he would not admit that he might be wrong in laying the dastardly deed at the door of Bart Hodge.
"When you've got the proof, I'll look at it," he doubtingly remarked, turning about.
"Oh, don't talk to him!" Hodge growled.

"I wouldn't waste words on him." "I'll hammer your face for this some day!" Badger panted, turning back.
"It's right here, ready for the hammering whenever you get ready to try it!" Hodge snapped, and then moved away with Merriwell.

Seeing that they were heading toward the campus, the Westerner went now in a different direction.
"I don't know why I should let Merriwell come in and interfere in that way," he grumbled.

"I allow that it really was none of his affair.