“Have you been making bets?”
“Yes.”
“Put up much?”
“Well, I’ve staked something, and I got odds, too. I considered it like finding money; but now I have changed my mind.”
“Wait!” Merriwell advised. “There will be plenty of time to hedge before the game.”
“Don’t fool yourself! By the time it gets abroad that you’re not going to play, the odds will be five to one on Harvard. And it will be known all over the country to-morrow.”
While they were talking a poorly dressed old woman came along the slippery sidewalk. As soon as they noticed her, some of the students cried:
“Here is Mother Muggs, fellows.”
Instantly the body of the group shifted their attention to the old woman. They began making observations about her, and she gave them a look of rage.
“You are a pack of young reprobates!” she cried shrilly. “You are learning the ways of criminals and ruffians!”