“Bah!” Dunton almost howled. “So you fling about that! I didn’t think this of you! You’ve gone back on me.”
“No, dear fellow.”
“Yes, you have! You’re afraid of Merriwell! You are a blamed coward!”
“In your excitement, Dug, you are saying a number of unpleasant things. I have found out a few things about Merriwell, and I know he is a bad man to fool with.”
“Rot!”
“All right; but take my advice and let him alone.”
“I’ll let him alone when I’ve done him up.”
“And you’ll get done up yourself, old man. Why, this Merriwell was in Yale less than a year ago, and was called the champion all-around athlete of the college. He was a great oarsman, football player, sprinter and jumper. As for scrapping, they say he whipped the bully of the college without getting a mark.”
“Lies—all lies!” palpitated Dunton. “I don’t believe the fellow ever saw Yale College.”
“The trouble with you is that you won’t believe anything you don’t want to believe; but I guess this stuff about Merriwell is straight goods.”