“An’ yo’ didn’t approve of that?”
“Well, I didn’t like it much. You can bet your life I did not bow before him, same as most of the fellows came to do.”
“Bucked agin’ him, did yo’, boy?”
“Dicidedly.”
“An’ he slammed yo’ down hard?”
“Confound him! he always had a way of coming out on top. But I’ve got a score to settle, and I’m going to settle it! He disgraced me before the whole crowd one night, and I swore then that I’d find a way of getting even before I died. Oh, I suppose I’ve got the best reason for hating him that a fellow ever had! No matter just what it is; I don’t like to talk about that. He did me dirt, and I’m going to get back at him.”
“Yo’ say he’s comin’ here?”
“Yes. He’s the pitcher on the Yale baseball-team, which plays Virginia here this afternoon.”
“Well, what’s your game?”
“Virginia must win. I have learned that Merriwell will pitch here to-day, for Yale means to take no chances.”