"H-a-r-r-i-s—Harris! Why, that is 'Sport Harris!' A fellow by that name was my worst enemy at Yale College. Do you mean that he is here in this theater?"
Like a flash the wonderful fly spelled one word:
"Yes!"
CHAPTER VII. UNPLEASANT HAPPENINGS.
Up at the rear of the house rose a person, who shouted:
"Yes, I'm here! Your old fly business is a fake, and I know it! You are imposing on the people!"
That person, who was no other than an old-time enemy of Merriwell's, Sport Harris himself, hurled something at the mirror.
That something was a set of brass knuckles, which the young tough carried with him constantly.