Frank was silent. There was a grim look on his face, and it was plain that he had been not a little disturbed by the sight of the mysterious stranger.
The boys turned toward college, discussing the queer actions of the unknown as they walked along. One or two of them fully believed the man must be a lunatic.
That night, as Frank and Harry were preparing for bed, the former declared:
"That strange man is about as large a mystery as I ever ran across. He is beginning to be a decided nuisance."
"What do you make of him, anyway?"
"That he is a Westerner, or wishes to be thought such. His language betrays that. And he is the last man I could dream would be staking enough money on a game of college baseball to be able to offer a bribe of two thousand dollars to make sure that the game would result in his favor."
"By Jove!" cried Rattleton; "if any other fellow but yourself had told me that a stranger had made them such an offer and had forked over one-half cash in advance I should have considered him a looming byer—no, a blooming liar!"
"And you would not be to blame for thinking so. To me it seems like a dream, but I know it actually happened."
"Well, what is he hanging around New Haven for?"