Frank felt a hand touch his arm, and, looking round, found the red-faced man at his elbow.
“Fifty dollars if you let them hit you in the next inning!” breathed Hazen huskily. “Throw the game and the money is yours!”
Merry felt his face turn red.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“Will you do it?” panted Hazen.
“Where is an officer?” demanded Frank. “I want this man put out.”
“A hundred dollars!” came from the gambler.
“Get out!” Frank sternly commanded. “You can’t buy me!”
“Two hundred!” bid Hazen. “Don’t be a fool! I am good for it! Here! Shake hands with me!”
He suddenly grasped Frank’s hand, into which he pressed something. When Merry looked, he was astonished to see the man had left a wad of bills in his hand.