This drink seemed to be the one that aroused Yates to action. He suddenly jumped to his feet, and there was a fierce look on his face as he cried:
"Come on!"
"What are you going to do?" asked Flemming, quickly thrusting the flask into his pocket.
"I am going to find Frank Merriwell!" came hoarsely from Yates' lips.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
BASEBALL.
There was a crush in the rear end of the smoker. A crowd had gathered there, and the lads were singing, shouting, laughing and making merry in various ways.
Some fellows were sitting on the backs of the seats. The trainmen could not drive them down. It was useless to try with such a set of lads.