“Dern his picter!” whispered Obediah Tubbs. “You will have to trim him, Dick. There ain’t no way out of it.”
Suddenly Dick’s mind was made up.
“One string settles it, does it, Arlington?” he asked.
“That will be all you will care for,” laughed Chet. “You will get all the satisfaction you want in one string.”
“Get off your coat,” said Dick. “I will bowl you one string.”
Among the spectators who gathered around were a few sympathizers with Chester. These chaps were in every instance dissatisfied fellows, who themselves had failed to be particularly successful at anything, through lack of determination or industry, and who were envious of others who succeeded.
Chet joyously removed his coat and hung it on a hook. He also took off his collar and tie and rolled up his sleeve, displaying his forearms.
A coin was flipped to decide who should lead off, and the lead fell on Arlington.
“Get them right on the spot, every one of them, boy!” he called to Smart.
“I will do it,” retorted Ted. “It will be such a beautiful sight to see them standing there after you roll! They will be all up for Merriwell when you get through!”