Bart knew his actions must seem suspicious to any one at the clubhouse who happened to observe them; but he minded that not at all, being determined to learn, if possible, if there existed a secret understanding of any sort between Hollingsworth and Huntley.
The Buffalo man hastened his steps. Finally he was so near that Bart could no longer watch him through the crack, being too high for that. A moment later he heard Hollingsworth speak and knew the fellow was behind the stand and almost directly below.
“What’s the matter, Arthur?” asked the Ashport trainer.
“You’ve been talking too much,” retorted Huntley, and there was suppressed anger in his voice.
“Talking?” exclaimed Hollingsworth.
“I said so!”
“’Ow—’ow ’ave I been talking?” cried the trainer, growing excited and beginning to misuse the eighth letter of the alphabet. “Hexplain what you mean!”
“You’ve been talking to Merriwell.”
“What if I ’ave? He didn’t get much satisfaction hout of it.”
“He got enough to discover that we are friendly.”