“I don’t see that it can do any harm,” admitted Spencer. “Give the fellows a show, boys, but don’t let ’em get away.”
This did not suit Rolf Harlow at all, but he saw it was useless to try to urge the oarsmen on. They were inclined to obey Spencer.
“All right!” he grated; “listen to their lies, if you like. You’ll be disgusted when you hear what they have to say.”
Spencer eyed Harlow closely, wondering why he should be so eager to keep the strangers from speaking. He seemed to fear something that he knew would be said.
“As for lies,” said Frank, “if I am not mistaken, I fancy you will hear a few from this fine gentleman who has been coaching you, but who is a traitor to you at the same time.”
“A traitor!” cried Spencer. “Be careful! Mr. Harlow is a gentleman and a student of Yale College.”
“A what?” shouted Diamond.
“A what?” echoed Merriwell. “Why, the nearest this fellow ever came to the inside of Yale College was Jackson’s poker joint in New Haven. If he has represented himself as a student of Yale, it shows he began by lying to you right off the reel. This fellow was expelled from Harvard, and was drummed out of New Haven for cheating at cards! That’s the kind of a bird he is!”
CHAPTER XII—HARLOW’S DISCOMFITURE
Something like a grating imprecation escaped Harlow’s lips, and it seemed that he would leap for Frank’s throat.