“See here,” he whispered, “do you want to follow Hug Murphy?”
“I ain’t t’inkin’ of doin’ dat.”
“Well, you will if you kick up a disturbance here. Merriwell will spot you, and he’ll push you, too.”
“Speakin’ one ter yerself, I t’ink,” sneered Pink. “Wot would he do ter youse if he ketched ye?”
Manton and his companions were genuinely alarmed.
“Pay him, Manton!” hissed Frost. “Get rid of him somehow.”
But Manton had wagered all his ready money on the game and had nothing left with which to pay the thug. He resolved, however, to get rid of Cassidy, if possible.
“Wait until after the game,” he said. “I’ll have some money then.”
“How’s dat?”