“I dunno.”
“He must!” said Ted in his queer way. “He’s betting on Rivermouth!”
“Is that so?” muttered Buckhart.
“That’s what they say,” nodded Ted. “Of course he wants to give his money away. It’s just like him. He loves to give his money away. That’s why he’s betting on Rivermouth.”
“Well, we will do our best to see that he gives it away this yere day,” asserted the Westerner.
It was a fact that Chester had bet on Rivermouth. He made no effort to hide his belief that the visitors would win.
The game began promptly on time, with Rivermouth at the bat. The first man started off in a manner to delight the visitors, for he drove out a single with perfect ease.
Buckhart shook his head a little and pounded his fist into the hole in his big mitt.
Still Merriwell continued to pitch with his left hand, and the next batter, in an effort to sacrifice the base runner to second, rolled the ball into Dick’s hands. Scooping it up quickly, Dick snapped it to Gardner, who covered the bag for Tubbs. Earl whistled it up to Singleton, and the handsome double play set the cadets into a roar.
“Dern my picter!” squeaked Obediah Tubbs. “That was too easy!”