“Oh, don’t worry about that. I know a little drug that will take all the color out of my face and make me look as pale as my goody-good brother.”
“And would you use it?”
“In a minute!”
“Then I believe you can carry out my plan.”
Packard rubbed his hands together again.
“It’s worth trying—worth trying!” he muttered. “Oh, it would be great sport to have Merriwell defeated in feats of strength before all his friends!”
“But the best thing to do would be to have him defeated at boxing first, following that with a fencing-bout. In this bout Hawkins could——”
Defarge leaned over and whispered the rest of the sentence in Packard’s ear:
“Run Merriwell through the body!”
“Whew!” whistled Packard once more. “Will he do it?”