“My father chose the spot,” said Fuller proudly. “He saw what could be done here. Although we are up among the hills, we have one of the finest athletic fields in the country. Let’s go in. I know many of the boys are anxious to meet you.” “And I am one of them,” declared Wallace Grafter, advancing to the steps. He was introduced to Frank and Bart, shaking them heartily by the hand. Phil Phipps and Farley Fisher followed. “We have a Yale man here, Merriwell,” said Fuller. “I know you’ll be welcomed by a son of Old Eli. Mr. Manton——” He stopped short, for Hobart Manton, with Denton Frost at his side, had already turned away and was entering the clubhouse. The president flushed. For a moment he seemed surprised and confused, but he quickly recovered, smiling a little, as he said: “Evidently Manton’s modesty prevented him from pressing forward at once. He intends to wait to meet you inside.” Frank nodded. He knew something was wrong, but he did not show it. He did not even return Bart’s queer look of questioning. They entered the building. In the parlor they met other members, all of whom were very cordial. In the reading room were still others. Manton and Frost were there when they entered. The pair surveyed Frank and Bart with an air of indifference, and together, just before Fuller would have presented them, they sauntered away into another part of the house. Fuller was furious, although he tried to conceal it. There was no mistaking this repetition of the act. It was a deliberate slight. The president made a resolution to give Manton and Frost a prompt calling down, but, not wishing to leave Merry just then, he waited for another opportunity. The visitors were conducted through the building until they finally came to the gymnasium, which they found lavishly fitted with the finest modern apparatus. In the gym a number of fellows were at work. The only spectators were Manton and Frost. But now neither Fuller nor the visitors gave the two chaps the slightest notice, although walking past them within a few feet. At one side of the room, and running the full length, was a string of flying rings. Coming to the end of these, Hodge was seized by a sudden desire to test some of the energy he felt seething within. Giving a short turn, he sprang into the air, caught the first ring, swung to the second, from that to the third, and so on until he had traversed the complete line. Manton and Frost left the room, laughing softly and saying something to each other about showing off. Bart had not thought of “showing off,” but he realized that his action might be regarded as the outcome of a desire to exhibit himself, and his face grew dark. “When the time comes right, one or both of you chaps are going to get something from me,” he thought. They next inspected the billiard room, coming at last to the bowling alleys. There they again found Manton and Frost, who seemed on the point of starting a string.