“I thought you did, until I saw you get one of the same kind. Now I don’t know what to think!”
“Oh, I guess you threw it, all right!” Morgan grunted. “You were mad because I told you to mind your own business.”
Starbright walked away.
“I don’t know who did it,” he said to Merriwell, explaining the whole matter. “Dade thinks I threw the stone that struck him, but I wouldn’t be fool enough to bang up my own head in this way.”
“I’ll try to look into the thing,” was the promise. “Dade is too weak to go on with the play. It was a rascally piece of business, and I’m tempted to call off the battle because of it. The freshmen want you for captain during the continuance of the fight if it’s to go on. But you’re looking pretty weak.”
“Oh, I’m all right!” Dick earnestly asserted. “Give us another man in the place of Morgan, and we’ll take the fort from the sophomores, or know why!”
CHAPTER VI
CAPTURING THE FORT.
The snowball battle was raging again, with Dick Starbright captain of the freshmen and Jack Ready of the sophomores.
There had been some hasty preliminary work given to the manufacture of an abundant supply of ammunition. Now, with great heaps of snowballs near each man and deposited along the line of advance, and with other snowy heaps inside the reconstructed fort, the conflict was on once more.