It was a proper calldown for Manton. At first the fellow seemed ready to fly into a burst of uncontrollable passion. His face grew crimson and then turned ashen. He dared not make an insulting retort to the president.
“You’re taking me in a literal sense,” he finally managed to say. “Can’t you let me chaff Merriwell a bit? It seems to be the only satisfaction we can get out of him.”
“Unless he enters for some of the special events at the meet,” put in Frost. “The broad jump and the high jump, for instance.”
“And the pole vault,” said Manton. “But I presume he’ll put some of his friends in for these things.”
“That will save him,” nodded Frost.
Frank laughed.
“I’m not here to kick up trouble. Do you think your best men will engage in the events named?”
“Sure.”
“Well, I had not thought of participating; but, just to please you, I’ll agree to enter for the jumping and the pole vaulting.”
“Good enough!” cried Manton. “I see your finish!”