"I thought so!" muttered Darrell grimly. "He saw Frank Merriwell speak to me, and here is where he gets his little knife into my back. I doubt if I’m given any kind of a show."
But Dick was speaking to Frank of quite another matter.
Leaving Dick, Frank walked over to Cogswell, the captain of the scrub.
"Cogswell," said Frank, "I see there is a new man by the name of Darrell out to-day."
"Yes, sir."
"Give him a try."
"Where, sir?"
"Any position at all that happens to be weak. He seems to punt well, catch the ball in form, and is a fast runner."
"All right," said Cogswell, "I think I can use him."
And, having watched every move, Hal Darrell believed that Frank had notified the captain of the scrub to avoid using him. With his heart full of bitterness, Darrell walked over to Doris and Zona.