"You seem to have had your head about you," remarked Frank. "How did you happen to get to drinking champagne?"
"I don't know," he answered, gloomily; "the ale seemed to make me half drowsy, whereas usually I don't feel any effect from it at all, and I guess I thought that a drop of wine would brace me up."
"I see it all!" exclaimed Frank.
The others looked at him inquiringly.
"Knockout drops!" he said.
"By Jove! I bet you're right!" exclaimed Rowland.
"It was anything to get the Yale champion fuddled and they knew well enough that he wouldn't take more than one glass of ale, so unless I'm greatly mistaken they drugged his ale and got him completely unbalanced."
"It's a monstrous outrage!" cried Rowland.
Hill looked contemptuous and said nothing.
Merriwell turned to Mellor with the remark: