“It wouldn’t cost me quite ten thousand now,” retorted the shot-putter. “Only nine thousand nine hundred. I have a hundred coming.”
“That’s right,” admitted Manton; “but winning that hundred may cost you dearly before long. I generally get even.”
“Welcome to try.”
“If you linger until our open meet comes off,” said Manton, again addressing Merriwell, “we’ll try to find some one to defeat you at something.”
“Jumping or pole vaulting, for instance,” said Farley Fisher.
“In a club made up of specialists you should be able to defeat an ordinary all-round man,” said Frank. “You know it is the rule that an all-round man seldom excels at any particular thing.”
“He fancies he is the exception to the rule,” said Frost, in his cold, chilling way.
“Gentlemen!” exclaimed Bert Fuller reprovingly; “don’t forget that Mr. Merriwell is a guest!”
“Oh, never mind them,” smiled Frank. “They’re amusing themselves by seeking to get me on the string. It doesn’t disturb me, and it may give them pleasure.”