“Mr. Merriwell, I see you are a squealer.”
CHAPTER XXVI.
A DESPERATE ATTEMPT.
The man’s manner was quite as offensive as his words, but Merry looked at him calmly, betraying no emotion, as he asked:
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Your acceptance of my challenge was a squeal,” declared Morley.
“How?”
“My challenge was to play for a purse and the entire gate-money.”
“And I accepted, stating my reasons for declining to play for a purse.”
“Which was a squeal.”
“Which was nothing of the sort! I have not started out with the intention of running this ball-team to make money. We are out for sport, and nothing else. I am not a gambler, and I take no satisfaction in playing ball for purses.”