“I can try.”
“But after that—is he to continue to be an amateur athlete in good standing?”
“Not if we can secure the needed evidence to expose his rascality. What was it you overheard about a jungle in some dead timber and a path over a hill?”
“Why, Huntley said he had found a number of short cuts over the course, one of which was through Dead Timber Jungle and the other over Ragged Hill.”
“To-morrow, when the course is given out, we’ll go over it and look for these short cuts. True, we may not find them in such short time, but we’ll do our best. Plainly, unless we do find them, Huntley will have a decided advantage.”
“No doubt of it.”
“Then it is up to us, and may luck be with us.”
“But how about their dastardly scheme to destroy your certificate of membership in the Amateur Athletic Union of the United States?”
“Leave that matter to me,” smiled Frank. “Don’t worry about it in the least.”
“You mean to place the certificate where it cannot be found? Put it into the safe at the hotel, Merry.”