[CHAPTER XLVII.]
NOT ON THE PROGRAM.
Over their shoulders, Lenning and Guffey caught sight of Merriwell making his way toward them. They exchanged hurried words, and Guffey turned from Lenning and started to leave the field around the lower end of the grand stand.
Frank quickened his pace a little. Lenning walked hurriedly toward Frank. He was plainly nervous and worried, and his shifty eyes held a harassed look.
“Where’s Guffey going?” Merry inquired, when Lenning was close enough to hear.
“He’s sick and is going around back of the stand to lie down,” was the answer. “He’s subject to spells with his head, and he’s got a bad one coming on now. He’ll be back before the last half’s over.”
Merriwell went on. Lenning watched him with growing suspicion.
“Are you going after him, Merriwell?” he asked.
“I want to talk with him,” Frank replied indefinitely.
“He’s in no shape to talk. He——”