“I do not mind your warnings. I shall stay here until after the next game with the Stars.”
“The next game?”
“Yes. We play again day after to-morrow.”
“Well, you’ll be pie. Say, Hazen, that will be your chance to make a stake. Bet all your money on the Stars. The next game will be a walkover.”
“All of that,” nodded Hazen.
“You thought so to-day, sir,” said Frank; “but at one time you were so worried that you tried to bribe me to throw the game. When you failed, you did bribe Derring.”
“It’s false!”
“It’s true! But we’ll win the next game, for all of your crooked work and for all of the umpiring.”
“Just so,” chirped Ready. “We’ll win in a walk, and nothing can stop us. The Stars shall fall, and great will be the fall thereof.”
“Come,” said Frank, to the others; “let’s move on. I do not care to be seen talking to these men.”