Among those who had been watching for Merriwell's appearance was Wat Snell. The fellow ground his teeth with rage as he saw Frank come out in a baseball suit.
"He shall not win this game!" vowed Wat. "I have the stuff in my pocket that will fix him if I can get it into him."
Then Snell hastily sought some chaps who were grouped in a little bunch, talking in low tones among themselves.
"Mr. Bixton," said Wat, "I want to speak with you a moment."
He drew one of the young men aside and whispered in his ear. Bixton scowled and nodded, answering:
"I've got fifty dollars on this game."
Then Snell whispered some more, but Bixton shook his head and said aloud:
"They'd kill the feller they caught doin' it. French is a reg'lar fool! He wants to beat Camden, but he wouldn't win in a crooked way for a thousand dollars. He'd be the first to jump on a chap that was caught doin' up a Camden man."
"He needn't know it," said Snell, and then he whispered some more, but he couldn't seem to win Bixton over.
"All right," said Snell. "You'll be sorry when you lose your fifty plunks."