Then Dick drew the typewritten document from his pocket. They
could talk here, for Mr. Pollock had been the only other occupant
of the room, and that editor has just stepped out to the composing
room.
"Captain Jarvis received this in the mail this morning, sir,"
announced Prescott, in a voice that quivered with emotion.
Coach glanced through the paper, his face showing plainly what
he felt. Then Dick took the paper and passed it to Dave Darrin,
who sat consumed by curiosity.
"The abominable traitor---whoever he is!" cried Dave, rising
as though he found his chair red hot. "And I think I can come
pretty near putting the tag on the sneak!"
CHAPTER IV
The Traitor Gets His Deserts
Mr. Morton hesitated a moment, ere he trusted himself to speak.
"Yes," he murmured. "I fear we all suspect the same young man."
"Phin Drayne!" cried Dave, in a voice quivering with anger.
"I didn't intend to name him," resumed the coach. "It's a serious
thing to do."
"To sell out one's school---I should say 'yes'!" choked Darrin.
"No; I meant that it is a fearful thing to accuse anyone until
we have proof that can't be disputed," added Mr. Morton gravely,
though his muscles were twitching as though he had been stricken
by palsy.
"Listen," begged Dick, "while Mr. Jarvis tells you all he knows
of this dastardly business."
The Tottenville captain repeated his short tale. Then Coach Morton
asked several rapid questions.
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