“Why should he do that?”
“Well, we’ll have the messenger to pay and the cabman, besides sitting cooped up here like a couple of chumps. To-night the whole college may be ready to give us the ha-ha.”
Jack shrugged his shoulders.
“The game is too simple for Merriwell to play,” he declared.
“Why too simple?”
“He would not go into anything of the sort. If he were trying to even up the old score, he’d be at something on a scale that would make it more even. You have not hit it, Bingham. Besides, I think Merry is willing to let the past remain buried. I confess that he has had fun with me more than once, but I settled his case the night he joined the gang that was hazing me.”
“That’s where your conceit comes in,” said Bingham. “You have an idea that you’re as clever as Frank Merriwell. That’s enough to make anybody sick! Why, he can tell you the trick he’s going to work, and then fool you.”
“Then, indeed, I must be a chump in your eyes!” sighed Ready. “Bing, you are knocking at me because of what I said about that old gal you had out to sup last night. All right! I’ll pay you back; see if I don’t!”
“If you continue to be too fresh, I may take a notion to thump you a little.”
“If you do, old guy, I shall feel it my duty to give you the finest thrashing you ever had, even though you weigh a pound and a quarter more than I do. I shall——’Sh! I see something!”