“It was just a case of bad judgment on Merriwell’s part,” said one. “Mason can’t play ball.”
“Everybody is kicking about it,” declared another. “Mason must be dropped from the team.”
“He’d never made the nine in the first place, if he had not been one of Merriwell’s friends,” declared the third.
Then they moved away together, still talking baseball.
Hock Mason stood quite still, his face rather pale.
“So that is what they’re saying!” he muttered. “They are blaming Merriwell for taking me onto the nine. Well, I’ll get off it at once.”
And he started to find Frank.