“Didn’t mean to hit you hard enough for that, Rattles,” said Frank, apologetically.
“Don’t mention it,” grinned Rattleton. “It’s nothing much. I don’t mind a little thing like that.”
Frank took off his gloves and hung the set up, after which he quickly set the room in order.
Rattleton’s nose bled very little, and he soon recovered.
“It seems to me you are worse than ever since your trip into Maine, Merriwell,” said Harry. “You’ll be a swift one on the football team this fall.”
“I shall not give much time to football,” Frank declared.
“No?” shouted Rattleton, Diamond and Hodge.
“Is that so?” grunted Browning. “You talked like that last fall, and you know what came of it. You had to get into gear in order to save Old Eli from being thrown down.”
Merriwell nodded.
“I know all about that; but it seems to me that I have done my part in the way of upholding the honor of Old Eli, and there should be somebody to fill my place by this time.”