"Not a bit of it. He's the best man on the Yale eleven. Besides that, he is one of the best baseball pitchers who ever twirled a ball. He has done more for Yale sports and athletics than any one man ever did before in the same length of time."
"He had the opportunities to-day," said Marline. "That's how he happened to do so much."
"He made the opportunities," declared Benjamin. "What kind of an opportunity was it when three of our men piled upon him and he carried them more than fifteen yards? That was something wonderful!"
"Don't speak so loud, Jack," cautioned Paula. "He is in the parlor, and he might hear you."
"Well, I'm sure I'm not saying anything that could offend him."
"It might give him the swelled head," put in Marline.
Inza turned on him like a flash.
"It is evident you do not know him very well, Mr. Marline," she said, severely. "Frank Merriwell never gets the swelled head."
Marline was somewhat embarrassed, but, with the utmost suavity, he bowed to her, smoothly saying:
"It is possible I do not know him very well, as you say; but I am sure almost any fellow might be in danger of getting a touch of swelled head had he done the things Mr. Merriwell did to-day."