"Lie still a while longer and get breakfast when you want it. I'll see you in your room later, and if you think you're going to be fit, we'll have you in the contest to-night just the same."
"Great Scott!" cried Mellor, "you wouldn't bar me out of that, would you?"
"We were thinking of it," said Hill.
"You'll have to pull yourself together, Mellor," said Frank, seriously, "for unless you can make a good showing we don't any of us want you to appear."
Mellor bowed his head upon his hands, and the others left him. As soon as they were out of hearing Hill said:
"Perhaps it's nothing better than could be expected of a freshman, but anyhow, we've got to bring this matter to the attention of the Princeton managers at once."
The others agreed, and they went to the Fifth Avenue Hotel, where they found the Princeton managers at breakfast.
The case was not explained to the Princeton men in full, but enough was said to make them certain that Yale had reason to suspect a trick on the part of men wearing Princeton colors.
The indignation of the Princeton managers was too great for expression; one of them was so hot-headed that he wanted a row at once with Merriwell for seeming to suggest that Princeton men could be capable of such treacherous conduct.
Frank hastened to assure him that no Yale man thought such a thing possible.