Jack seemed to strike at Frank like a flash of lightning, but once more he hit nothing but empty air, as Merriwell had dodged even a little quicker than the freshman struck. The spectators uttered their approval, some of them urging Jack to keep it up.
“What is it?” grinned Ready, staring at Frank. “Talk about your artful dodger! This takes the plum-pudding!”
“It is the easiest thing in the world,” asserted Frank.
“How do you do it?”
“Why, I know when you are going to strike, and so I’m ready to dodge as soon as you are ready to strike.”
“Well, how do you know so much.”
“I can read you,” asserted Merry smilingly. “You are like an open book to me. Your thoughts are transmitted to my brain fully as soon as they are formed in yours.”
“Well, say, you are a great bluffer! I thought you had a reputation for telling the truth.”
“So I have.”
“Then it’s ruined now.”