“What’s the matter with Frank Merriwell?”
The crowd thundered:
“He’s all right!”
“Play ball!” called the umpire impatiently.
Hazen resumed his seat beside Wescott, who said:
“Well, you made an exhibition of yourself! What good did it do you?”
“That fellow is a fool!” growled the stout man.
“You might have known you could not buy him.”
“Every man has his price.”
“Not Frank Merriwell.”