“I have just one question to ask,” said Dick. “Wolfe’s name was hitched to that confession as a witness. Did he read it?”
“Oh, no; he simply saw me sign my name. I didn’t permit him to read it.”
“I thought not,” nodded Dick.
CHAPTER XLIX.
A WASTED WARNING.
Another surprise followed. Lynch came out to watch the team practice that afternoon. When Kates failed to appear, Mike asked permission to cover first.
“Let me try it, Merriwell,” he begged.
“You’re asking the wrong man,” said Dick. “I’m not captain of the team. You’ll have to call on Jones.”
“But he won’t give me a show unless you say something. Won’t you say something? You know I can play baseball. The rest of them know I can play, too, but they won’t trust me. It wouldn’t do any hurt to let me practice with the team. Just say a word to Jones, won’t you, Merriwell?”
Thus importuned, Dick trotted over to Blessed and told him of Mike’s appeal.
“That fellow!” growled Jones. “Forwardness is in his heart, he deviseth mischief continually; he soweth discord.”