“I don’t know about it. He felt most keenly the disgrace of being kicked out of Eagle Heights.”
“He brought it on himself.”
“He thinks you were the cause of it all. He doesn’t blame himself. At least, he doesn’t seem to.”
“Well, I’m much obliged for your warning, Grafter. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”
Grafter and McGann now took their departure, bidding Frank and Bart good day. The manager had secured Merriwell’s address, so that he might communicate with him if he should desire to do so before Saturday.
“Well, Bart,” said Merry, as the manager of the Outcasts and the shot-putter of the Eagle Heights A. A. were disappearing from the lot, “how do you like the prospect?”
“It’s great!” answered Bart. “Merry, if it is in us, we must defeat those chaps. I’d rather beat them than any team we have met this season.”
“It would give us more glory.”
“Glory is not all. I can tell by the way McGann talked that they believe themselves the only ones on earth. He fancies he has a snap in the arrangement that the winning team shall take all the gate money. He’s chuckling in his sleeves over the fact that you refused his offer and then stepped into a trap by which we’ll get nothing at all. His manner made me sore. I’d rather take that game than any ten common games.”