“Is there anything in the world that Merriwell knows nothing at all about?” exclaimed Tilton Hull, looking over the top of his wonderfully high collar despairingly.
“Sure thing,” nodded Skelding, scowling. “His weak point will be found some time, and then he’ll go down with a crash. Every man has a weakness, you know.”
“I take extheptionth!” cried Lew Veazie, with great vigor. “I weally defy anybody to dithcover my weak point.”
“Claret punch,” said Ollie Lord.
“Well, you can’t thay a word,” grinned Lew.
Merriwell and his party had passed on. Rattleton had called attention to Chickering’s crowd, but Frank did not even deign to glance at the group by the fence.
“They are not worth noticing,” he said. “Don’t mind them, anybody.”
“I’d like to eat that little runt Veazie!” exclaimed Bink Stubbs.
“Well, he’d make you sick if you did!” returned Danny Griswold.
“We were speaking of the money question,” grunted Browning. “Which side of that question are you on, Jones?”