“Hello, Arlington!” said Jack Harwood. “Why, you look ugly enough to chew nails!”
“I am! I am sick of a school where a lot of fellows can get excused from drill in order to put in baseball practice. I believe in using every one alike.”
“Do you?” smiled Jack. “Why, it has been hinted here that you fancy you should be used better than any one else.”
“Well, I haven’t been! I have been used worse! Merriwell is the only fellow who can do just as he pleases around here. Where is he?”
“Why, I saw him a while ago,” said Jack. “I saw him strike off to the south.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“With a ball suit on?”
“Yes.”
“Wonder where he was going?”