“I know that,” agreed Necker. “It was my fault. I thought I had it won.”
The men who followed made a sorry showing beside Necker.
Then came Merriwell.
Manton grinned sneeringly, and Dent Frost laughed coldly.
“This day the great champion is not doing so much,” said the gentleman pugilist. “Grafter won’t be offering so much money for his secret method. Secret method! Bah!”
“Has he a method?”
“Oh, that’s rot. He’s a mark. He’s just a little better than ordinary athletes, and he poses as the greatest wonder in the whole world.”
At the very start Frank had the bar placed at six feet.
“Never!” exclaimed Frost. “He can’t do it!”