“Is that so? A second George Washington, it seems! I’ll not attempt to undeceive you.”
“It would be quite useless.”
“If I had remained in Baltimore I’d felt it necessary to give Mr. Merriwell all that was due him. A quarrel with him would have made your position here in my sister’s home far from pleasant, and so I saw fit, on your account, to leave the city. I longed to smash his face.”
“You tried to smash his head on the field in the game, and you did give him a scalp wound.”
“That was an accident.”
“It was not!” denied the girl positively. “I was watching closely, and I saw you strike him over the head with your stick.”
“Had I done it intentionally the referee would have put me out of the game.”
“He warned you. You did not tell the truth when you protested that it was unintentional. Frank was angry. You know you skipped from Baltimore after the game because you did not dare remain here and face him.”
He laughed, snapping his fingers.