Blunt took a long pull at the canteen, and got up.
"If you're afraid to spar--" he began, but Clancy interrupted him.
"You've lost out, Blunt, and Merriwell has bought and paid for the information about Professor Borrodaile.

Give it to him." "That's right, old pard," put in Lloyd.

"Come across, or let some o' the rest of us." "I'll do the talking." Blunt answered.

"Yesterday afternoon," said he, "we stopped for a while at McGurvin's.

While we were watering the bronks, I looked up and saw a man's face at an upstairs window.