“But his uncle is dead, and there is no further reason why he should try to injure me.”
“Don’t fool yourself! He’s ambitious and proud. He wants to pitch this spring, and it is his way to long to be cock of the walk at anything he tries. He knows he can’t be that with you on the team.”
“But he could not have possibly done the trick; he did not throw that stone.”
“I don’t say he did.”
“Then what——”
“He is a fellow to use accomplices.”
Frank shook his head.
“I know all about your hatred for Morgan,” he said, “and I confess the justness of it; but something tells me the fellow did not do this trick, or know anything about it. In fact, even though he may not love me, I do not believe he will make any further attempts to harm me. While Santenel lived he held Morgan under his hypnotic influence and made him do some very nasty things. But Santenel is dead.”
“Well, Morgan still lives, and you’ll see that you will have your troubles just as long as he remains in college.”
Frank knew how useless it was to try to reason Bart out of a conviction so firmly implanted in his mind, and so he made no further effort.