“Who was it?” he asked. “I remember talking to that upstart who’s made arrangements to put a college team against us to-morrow. He got sassy, and I decided to take it out of him.”
“You made a slight miscalculation, Buzzsaw,” murmured Gentle Willie. “He knocked you stiff.”
“It’s a lie!” snarled Stover. “Somebody hit me from behind.”
“No,” denied Clinker, “that young fellow ducked your blow and rose with a wallop on your jaw that sent you to by-bye land.”
It was beaten in upon Buzzsaw at last that he had been knocked out in a flash by a single blow of Dick Merriwell’s fist. He struggled to his feet a bit weak, but shook off the supporting hand of Warwhoop.
“He took me by surprise,” he snarled. “I wasn’t looking for it. Wait! I’ll get him for that, and I’ll get him good and hard!”
CHAPTER XXII.
ALL ARRANGED.
Having disposed of Buzzsaw Stover and seen him cared for by his two friends, Dick Merriwell quietly walked away and sought Charlie Loring at the Sunset House, a small hotel at which most of the Outlaws had found accommodations.
It fortunately chanced that Loring was there, and soon Dick was explaining his business. Surprised, the manager of the Springs nine looked Merriwell over with a queer smile on his face.