“Say!” cried Ditson challengingly; “what’s this yarn that’s come to our ears?”
Mike, with a towel bound round his head, rose from his chair by the window.
“What yarn?” he asked quietly.
“Why, we understand you’ve been out practicing with the Merriwell crowd.”
“Yes, and we want to know about it!” snapped Wolfe.
“I’ve been out practicing with the team.”
“Oh, you have?” snarled Ditson. “Now, what do you mean by that?”
“I suppose he’s going to try to get onto the team,” sneered Wolfe.
“You couldn’t make a better guess if you had several more tries,” said Lynch coolly.
This seemed to be a staggerer for Bern.