Flemming was suspicious.
"Why should you hate Merriwell?" he asked.
"Because he kicked me," was the fierce reply.
"He kicked you? Then you are the man he fired out of the boathouse? I heard about that little affair."
"I am the man."
"You should have known better than to try to bribe Merriwell to throw any sort of game or race to Harvard. That chap is so honest that he has wings sprouting under his clothes. He said you pushed a thousand dollars at him?"
"I did—I put it into his hand."
"And he flung it into your face?"
"Yes, curse him! Then he threw me out of the window!"