“It will be a long day before Yale sees another leader like him!” cried Spaulding enthusiastically. “You made plenty of enemies in your day, Merriwell, old man. I believe my cousin Wallace was one of them.”
“Wallace Spaulding—is he your cousin?” asked Frank, in some surprise.
“I regretfully confess that he is,” grinned Maurice. “Wallace regarded himself as the real thing in his college days, and, as far as things go, he was.”
“I don’t see how you’ve kept up in athletics as you have since leaving college, Merriwell,” observed Henry Harriman. “Most chaps take a slump unless they go into professionalism. Of course there are exceptions.”
“And Merriwell is a shining star among the exceptions,” nodded Cutler Priest.
“Hail to the all-round amateur champion of the United States!” cried Vincent Carroll. “What’s the secret, Merriwell, old chap?”
“Never let up,” answered Frank quickly. “That’s the secret of success in most things.”
“Is that your motto?” questioned Harriman.
“One of them,” answered Merry.
“But you’ve had some things besides athletics to occupy your time and attention since toddling out into the world,” observed Raymond Harrow. “I understand you’re in the mining game.”