“See those chaps over there?” and Bink jerked his thumb toward Frank and Phil.
“Yes.”
“Merriwell is cooking your goose.”
“I suppose so. Well, let him cook it. I’ll get back at him some time!”
“That’s the talk!” said Stubbs, approvingly. “I hope you’ll do it, too!”
Noon sauntered on.
That evening Hodge came hurrying into Merriwell’s room, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“Old man,” he cried, with unusual enthusiasm, “I want to thank you! You have worked it!”
“Worked what?”
“Got me on for a trial.”