College students -- Juvenile fiction; Sports -- Juvenile fiction; Yale University -- Juvenile fiction
The knot of fellows now approached the station, where there was a great
throng of Yale lads who had seen the race.
Yates was very pale, but there was a burning light in his eyes. He
advanced straight to Frank, and distinctly said:
"Mr. Merriwell, you beat me this time through an accident; but I will
run you again, and I'll win."
Frank bowed with the utmost courtesy.
"Mr. Yates," he said, "you will find me willing and ready to run with
you any time."
"Whoopee!" squealed Danny Griswold, turning a handspring. "That's
business straight from headquarters!"
"Here comes the train!" was the cry.
Then there was a scramble for tickets and for seats on the train.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
ENEMIES AT WORK.
It happened that Merriwell and his friends entered the smoker. They
found Bink Stubbs curled up in a corner, puffing away at a cigarette.
"You seem to be well fixed, Stubbs," said Frank.
And the little fellow cheerfully returned:
"Oh, I've got a snap, as the bear said when he stepped into the steel
trap."
Then room was made for a jolly little party in the corner, and all the
fellows who smoked lighted up cigarettes or cigars.
"I've got ten more to put on the game to-day," cried Rattleton,
gleefully. "And I took it out of Flemming. That is what pleases me the
most."
Jack Diamond smiled.
"It pleases me to say that I pulled a sawbuck out of Emery," he said.
"He squirmed a little, but it was too late to squeal."
"We'll all come back with our clothes stuffed with money," declared
Browning. "Yale is sure to win to-day, and that will put lots of fellows
on their feet. Some of the boys have soaked everything they could rake
together to get money to put on the game, for Heffiner's arm is in great
form, and he says he will make monkeys of the Harvard Willies."
"Speaking about hocking things," said Bandy Robinson, "I let my unc.
have a dozen white shirts, among other things. If Yale doesn't win, I
won't have a shirt to my name."
"That's nothing," declared Ben Halliday, nonchalantly, as he blew out a
big whiff of smoke. "I've soaked my entire wardrobe, save what I have on
my back. But Willis Paulding did the slickest trick to raise the wind."
"Paulding?" cried Diamond. "I'd never dreamed he could do anything very
smooth."
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