“Why, it was nothing,” declared Elsie. “I wasn’t going to break up your trip just because I happened to be a bit out of sorts. I suppose the climate was too severe after spending the early part of the winter in the West.”
“We wanted you to keep on with us,” reminded Frank. “It was your own fault that you returned East when you did.”
Fillmore was urged to sit down, and he accepted the invitation.
“Let’s see,” he said, “I believe Miss Burrage told me you were organizing a lacrosse team, Mr. Merriwell.”
“It’s practically organized,” nodded Merry. “We’re going to play a few games at the close of the college season. We’ve arranged for two games already.”
Fillmore lifted his eyebrows in surprise.
“Well, you’re a hustler!” he smiled. “Are you going to have some Harvard players on your team?”
“Five of them. Three were former Hopkins men.”
“Will Herb Onslaw be one of the five?”
“Yes.”