“There’s your scout, Dan,” chuckled Billy. “Only it looks like he was friends with the wrong side.”
The stranger waved a hand at them.
“Go in and win!” he cried. “You’ve got ’em licked, Merriwell!”
“You bet!” returned Clancy quickly. “Just watch our smoke, Whiskers!”
The stranger’s white teeth flashed through his beard, and he turned his attention to the Clippers as they fell to work.
“They seem to do better than they did yesterday,” he remarked suddenly.
Colonel Carson leaned back and grinned complacently.
“I reckon they slept well last night, Smith,” he drawled. “Any team is liable to an off day, you know.”
“Yes, I know,” returned Smith sharply. “It looks to me as if you had let me in for a bit of sharp practice, Carson.”
“Sport is sport,” observed the colonel, with a grin. “You risks your money, and you takes your chance.”