“If that is what he considers as a joke,” put in Brad; “mebbe he allows it’s a joke to spring a lot of ‘ringers’ on us!”
“Who are you?” savagely asked the captain of the visiting team, glaring at Brad. “What right have you to dip into this matter?”
“Who am I? Well, I’m Brad Buckhart, the unbranded maverick of the Rio Pecos! I’m playing with Fardale, and I allow that I can dip in some. If any of you gents think not, I’m willing to argue it with you any old way you say. You hear me chirp!”
“Have you come to raise a fuss, Mr. Merriwell?” cried Hickman.
“I have come to warn you,” said Dick, with unabated grimness.
“Warn us—of what?”
“That you are making a grave mistake.”
“Are you going to squeal? Are you going to back out?”
“We shall play you this afternoon if your team is made up entirely of professionals.”
“Then what——”