With you it is different." "What do you want of me ?" demanded Rains, the third time.
"I will give you the proofs, and you can carry them to Lieutenant Gordan, who will follow it up, and see that Merriwell is expelled.

In that way, I will not get entangled, and no one will suspect you." With one wide stride, Rains reached Bascomb, caught him by the shoulders, and thrust him backward, thus forcing him to look up.
"You have insulted me!" came fiercely from Paul's lips.

"I am no sneak and informer! Did you think I would do the dirty trick you are too much of a coward to try?
Well, you made a big mistake! I dislike Merriwell, but I am not ready to make myself contemptible in my own eyes by blowing on him." Bascomb put up his big hands and thrust Rains off.
"Whom are you calling a coward!" he snarled, as he got upon his feet.
"You!" shot back Paul.

"You are a coward and a sneak!" "Why, I'll thrash you well!" "No, you won't!" cried Rains, flinging up one hand to stop the advance of the big plebe.

"If you lay a hand on me, I will make known to the entire school the scheme you just proposed to me.