"Is that what you wish to tell me?" asked Frank, sharply.
"Steady, young colt! Don't be in too much of a hurry. It doesn't pay to be in a hurry—none whatever."
Frank's impatience increased. He did not like the stranger's manner, for there was something crafty and insinuating about it.
"If any one were watching us, he'd be sure to think we were putting up some sort of a crooked game," thought Merriwell.
"My time is valuable," he said aloud.
"Then you can't make more out of it than you can by spending it gabbling with the crowd."
The man's manner was offensive, but Frank's curiosity caused him to hold himself in check and listen to what the stranger should say.
"You are interested in other sports besides rowing, I reckon?" said the unknown, inquiringly.
"Yes."