“Well,” he slowly said. “I have heard that you could fight as well as you could do anything else, but I swear I did not think you could whip that kind of a ruffian! Why, what you have done should make you famous on the Penobscot.”
“Well,” smiled Frank, “I was forced into it.”
“Tell us about it.”
Frank did so. When he had finished Fred grasped his hand.
“You are a fellow after my own heart, Merriwell!” he cried. “Sullivan is a good foreman, but he’s a brute, and I’m glad he was whipped. But you must look out for him. He may try to get square.”
“Oh, I shall keep my eyes open,” declared Frank.