"What do you think of yourself?" asked Rowland.
"You're a fine man to carry Yale's banner to victory, aren't you!" demanded Hill, savagely.
"Hold on, fellows," interrupted Frank; "there's no use in rubbing it in. How did it happen, Mellor?"
"Oh, it's just my confounded foolishness," Mellor replied, with a groan; "I wanted to see a little bit of city life, but I had no idea of drinking. I had heard of a place where all sorts of toughs resorted, and I went in there simply to look on."
"Better have stayed in the hotel," muttered Hill.
"Go on," said Merriwell.
"Well, there was quite a crowd there, and among them were two or three Princeton students."
"How do you know?"
"Why, I saw the orange colors that they wore, and I heard them offering bets on Princeton to other men who were standing around."
"Did you speak to them?"