Dick Merriwell's Trap; Or, The Chap Who BungledStandish, Burt L.
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Dick Merriwell's Trap; Or, The Chap Who Bungled
Standish, Burt L.
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Football -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
“I decline to believe,” said Dick, “that the fellows here at the academy
can be bought.”
“Say, when congressmen and senators can be bought at Washington you
don’t want to bet your pile that fellows here at school are much
different.”
“Still I will not believe it,” said Dick. “I don’t care to take any part
in this affair, Brad. I have enough to think of without dipping into
this. If my friends oppose Arlington they may work against him but I am
going to keep out of it.”
“That’s where he wins! Why, you can go out and defeat him in an hour!
Just you go to work against him and you will carry things as you like.
But if you sit down and don’t do a thing, the fellows will think you are
indifferent, and he’ll carry them.”
Dick was strongly tempted to take a hand in the affair, but again he
thought of his promise to Mrs. Arlington, and that held him in check.
“If Chet Arlington gets on that committee,” said the Texan, “he’ll have
you in a step all the time. You hear me shout! He will work against you
in every possible way, and he’ll have power to hurt you. Why, you know
that fellow has tried his best to injure the team! Do you regard him as
a fit man for the committee?”
“You know I do not regard him as fit,” came instantly from Dick.
“Then it’s your duty to get out and hustle to keep him off!” exclaimed
Buckhart. “What keeps you from it?”
“My word,” said Dick, in a low tone. “I cannot break a promise.”
“Is that it? Well, if you made any promise that keeps you from doing
your duty now you ought to be lynched! That’s good and plain, if I have
to fight you for it! Why, maybe your promise will lead you to stop your
friends from working against the dog?”
“No; I shall not interfere with my friends if they choose to try to
defeat him.”
“I’m glad to hear it!” exclaimed Brad scornfully. “Then I’m going out
and get into gear. I’ll work like a tiger, and it won’t be my fault if
he gets there.”
Brad strode out, slamming the door and leaving Dick to his reflections,
which were not entirely pleasant.
“It was a foolish promise!” he finally exclaimed. “I should not have
made it, but I did not think at the time that it might put me in a
situation like this. I was thinking she meant his honest ambitions, and
I would be the last fellow in the world to try to crush a chap who had
sincere ambition to get along. I wonder if that promise really binds
me?”
But when he had thought upon it for some time he concluded that he was
bound and could not exert his influence to defeat Chester Arlington in
this matter without breaking his word.
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