“You’re a regular young sport!” said Elrich, with apparent admiration, his words being intended to flatter the boy.
“Are you a sport?” asked Dick.
“Well, I allow I have some sporting blood in me.”
“Then I’m no sport!” the lad quickly asserted. “I don’t want to be like you.”
Elrich’s smile turned to a frown, but he said:
“You’re pretty sharp with your tongue, but you may have some of your flipness taken out of you some day. All the same, I like you, and I’ll give you a drive back to the hotel in my private carriage, if you’ll go.”
“Hardly,” said Merry. “He can have all the drives he likes at his own expense.”
“Oh, very well!” said the gambler, turning away and starting to talk in a low tone to Morley.
Mr. Carson was speaking with those of Frank’s friends whom he had met before. Now he turned to Merry once more.
“I reckon I’ve got you to thank for getting my boy onto the Yale ball-team,” he said. “Berlin said it was through you he got a chance to show what he could do.”