“No. I don’t think he was struck. He fell, and one of the fellows kicked him. I think so, anyway, for I saw a fellow stumble over him. A moment later I saw there was blood on Starbright’s fingers. But I’m sure he wasn’t hit by a ball.”
“Why didn’t you make a report of it to Merriwell, or to me?” Morgan demanded.
“Well, to tell the truth, I was afraid to.”
“Afraid to?”
“Afraid of Dick. He would say it was a lie, and perhaps try to take it out of my hide. So I kept still.”
“And only told Pike?”
“Yes. Pike and I have been pretty good friends, and we got to talking about the fight, and I told him.”
“And I insisted that he should come and tell you,” said Pike. “I thought you ought to know it.”
Morgan looked at Seldon.
“This is all right!” he declared. “I’m glad you came to me with it. You needn’t think I’ll blab and get you into trouble. It’s not my way.”