But up rose another man, who loudly declared:
“You’ve been fooled, all right, but he’s no professional. He’s a college pitcher, and you ought to know him by this time. Didn’t you hear his friends when they cheered? Didn’t you hear them singing? Why, I know who he is!”
“Who?” cried hundreds of voices.
“He’s Frank Merriwell!” declared the man.
A hush—then a cry of surprise rose to a shout of wonder. Everybody present, it seemed, had heard of Frank Merriwell.
Was it possible this chap could be Merriwell in disguise?
“By the Lord Harry!” gasped Trueman, “I believe that fellow is right!”
Then he jumped at the “jay,” demanding:
“Who are you? Is that man telling the truth? Are you Frank Merriwell?”