“I always did say you sophs were a lot of guys,” said Ready, “but I didn’t think Merriwell and his chums could be fooled so easily.”
“Ready,” said Frank, “you can make your mark on the stage. That was one of the finest pieces of acting I ever witnessed.”
“Thanks,” laughed Jack. “It was a little trick.”
“Will somebody please kick me?” grunted Bruce Browning.
“I’d like to be nit on the hut—I mean hit on the nut!” came from Rattleton. “Never felt so foolish in all my life!”
“And you all look foolish enough to kick,” said Frank. “I expect I look just as foolish. I feel worse than you chaps look, if possible. Why, we thought we had it on him, and he turned the tables on us. Talk about nerve!”
“He’s got it!” they cried.
“How did you catch on?” asked Ned Noon.
“Catch on!” chuckled Jack. “What was there to catch onto?”
“Well, wasn’t you fooled for a minute?”