“Who are they?”
Jack Hazard smiled in a mysterious manner.
“I had rather not state, Mr. Merriwell,” he said, “but I assure you that there is a big surprise in store for you if you accept my proposition. My men know you like a book, and they feel confident that they can defeat your team.”
“Merriwell,” said Ready solemnly, “it behooves us to remove some of their confidence. We must get against the festive Mysteries and bump ’em hard.”
“Then you will play the game?” questioned Hazard.
“If I find your references satisfactory,” said Frank, “we will play the game to-morrow, which shall be our last game for the season.”
“Good!” laughed the visitor. “You’re beaten!”
“Nit!” chuckled Ready.