“And the game——”
“We’ll pull it off if the committee don’t kick up on us.”
“Good enough! I’ve called a waiter, and he’s bringing us a round of drinks. Shall we have them here?”
“That suits me,” nodded Branch.
Frank and Bart exchanged glances.
A moment later a colored waiter appeared with a huge tray that was loaded with brimming glasses of beer.
“I didn’t ask you what you would have, Merriwell,” explained Fillmore. “I knew you were a good fellow, and, of course, you’ll drink the same as the rest of us.”
“I’m very sorry——” began Merry.
“Oh, come, come!” cried several. “You’re with us, Merriwell! Of course you are!”
“But I don’t drink beer,” said Frank quietly.