“It’s too bad!” declared Creighton, as soon as they were in the room. “I’m sorry anything of the kind should happen.”
“I’m glad of it!” exclaimed Diamond, whose dark face was flushed and who seemed to be well satisfied.
“Oh, it’s all right,” laughed Frank, as he began to strip off. “There’s no damage done, old man.”
“But there may be. Hegner has an ugly temper.”
“Unless he can control it, it will be all the worse for him.”
“I don’t know. You can’t tell what he will do.”
“Don’t let it worry you.”
“But you do not profess to be away up in fighting and that fellow can fight like a tiger.”
“All the same, I shall do my best to give him a lively go.”
Creighton was worried, and he did not get over it quickly. In his heart he feared that Frank would get so much the worst of it that he would be regarded with derision, and he had bragged a great deal about Merriwell as an all-around athlete.