“Young feller,” he said, “you delivered the goods. I didn’t believe it was in yer; but I’ll back you against anyt’ing on two legs dat stan’s! You’re der real stuff!”
CHAPTER XXV.
CAUGHT IN THEIR OWN TRAP.
Although Fred Fillmore was among the first to congratulate Merriwell, he found an opportunity to slip out of the shed while efforts were being made to restore Husker Galway.
Hackett followed him.
“I’ve got to have a drink!” exclaimed the latter. “I want something to brace me up after that.”
“Just what I’m after,” said Fillmore. “That was enough to drive any one to drink.”
They found their way to the bar and both ordered whisky, regardless of the fact that they had been drinking beer and an abundance of that.
“What do you think of it, Fred?” asked Hackett, his hand unsteady as he poured his drink.