“Well, there will be row enough,” declared one fellow. “Wait till this news spreads. Why, you’ll hear the worst howl ever raised.”
“My friends will not raise any trouble,” said Frank.
“They will, just as hard.”
“But I object to it.”
“That won’t make any difference.”
Frank turned and left the field. He saw some men getting onto a car as he came out, and he recognized two or three of them. He did not catch that car, but he took the next one. Stubbs accompanied Merriwell. The little fellow was exasperated, and the more he thought about it the angrier he became. He actually swore.
“It will all come out in the wash,” laughed Merry.
“It’s a dirty trick!” snapped Bink. “You must know that your enemies have been working to hurt you.”
“Well, I have seen something of it.”
“Sure thing. Take the newspaper stories. They’ve been saying you had a bad knee, a lame shoulder, and all that sort of guff. Those yarns have come from Buck Badger and Chickering’s set.”