“It’s a lie!” said a yellow-haired chap, rising behind Hickman, and stepping forward.
“That’s exactly what it is!” agreed the third fellow, as he also rose and joined the others.
“Here’s where we get into a scrimmage!” thought Buckhart, with a glow of genuine satisfaction. “Here is where we wipe the floor with three young gents from Franklin!”
But Dick was not there to get into a row.
“Such information reached me a few days ago,” said Dick, “and I wrote at once to Mr. Rankin, your manager.”
“Well, you heard from him, didn’t you?”
“Yes; he answered that the report was untrue.”
“Well, that should have satisfied you,” said Hickman. “What more do you want?”
“To-day,” said Dick calmly, “I have been told that on your team there is a regular professional by the name of Plover.”
“Plover?”