The boy’s face had been pale, but now it was flushed, and he begged to be put down. They did not seem to hear him.
"Dick Merriwell!" they roared. "Dick Merriwell! Dick Merriwell! ’Rah! ’rah! ’rah! ’Rah! ’rah! ’rah! ’Rah! ’rah! ’rah! Dick Merriwell!"
Frank Merriwell stood looking on, smiling a little, a flush in his checks and pride in his heart. Surely this was a brother worth having, and he had a right to be proud. Frank felt somebody catch hold of him, and saw Teddy Smart at his side.
"Oh, dear! dear! dear!" moaned Smart. "How sorry I am! Oh, my goodness! how bad I feel! Wasn’t it just perfectly too bad to do it! I know I shall cry my eyes out—I know I shall! Aren’t you ashamed of having a brother like that? You ought to be ashamed, and I don’t blame you. He’s a disgrace to you and to Fardale!"
"Smart," said Merry, "you did well to get him here in time. I was afraid you wouldn’t succeed."
"Shouldn’t if it hadn’t been for that old Indian." confessed Ted. "Doctor refused to let him come. I found Old Joe outside the door, and told him. You should have seen Old Joe rip things up! It was perfectly tame the way he walked into that hospital! No guard could stop him. No doctor had any business trying it. He told Dick you wanted him, and Dick was ready in short order. I’m afraid they’ll want to give Old Joe a reward of merit for his doings. You’ll have to make it easy for Joe."
"I’ll see to that," laughed Frank.
Uric Scudder found Jack Glennon ready to leave the field.
"Didn’t I tell you!" said Scudder. "I knew what he could do!"
"Get out!" growled Glennon savagely. "What did all your telling amount to? He didn’t come into the game in time to give anybody a show at him. If you’d really tipped me to anything worth anything, it might have been different. Go ’way back and sit down!"