“Conceit!” muttered Bingham. “You need some of it taken out of you.”
“Perchance thou art right, but I’m a bettor that finds no takers, and, therefore, I’m much better than my associates. Git ap!”
Frank Merriwell’s eyes twinkled, and a sudden resolve took possession of him.
“We’re all going to have a hand in the festivities to-night,” he said. “But I hear there is one man among them who has somehow got onto the usual order of things, and means to make a diversion.”
“Is it Morgan?” asked Ready.
“No.”
“Then it must be Starbright,” said Mason.
“No.”
“But they are the two leaders of the freshmen,” asserted Bingham. “First one seems to be the leader, and then the other bobs up. It’s impossible to tell just who is the cock of the walk in that class.”
“This time a new man has come to the front,” said Merry.