Frank did not answer. Turning, he hurried after Lenning, vanishing between the end of the clubhouse and the south wall of the gymnasium building.
“Fine business, I must say,” growled Ballard. “If this kind of a spirit lasts up till next Saturday, I can see where we get off.”
“It won’t last,” said Handy. “Lenning’s out of it now, just as he ought to be, and everything is all right.”
But Mr. Bradlaugh shook his head forebodingly.
CHAPTER XXX.
GETTING THE NINE IN SHAPE.
Lenning was well started on the trail to Ophir when Merriwell overtook him.
“I’m mighty sorry,” was all Frank could say, as he dropped a hand on the other’s arm.
“You see how it is, Merriwell,” Lenning returned, in a tense voice, lifting his pale, drawn face for a quick look at his companion.
“Yes, I see how it is,” Frank acknowledged. “I had no right to put you in that position.”