“Not a score,” growled Hazen.
“I’ll bet a thousand dollars we beat the Stars!” cried Dick, boylike.
“I’ll take the bet!” came from Hazen. “Put up your money.”
“If I had it, I’d put it up. Frank, let me have the money—do! You may take it out of my share if I lose. But I can’t lose! Won’t you let me have the money?”
Merry shook his head.
“I do not believe in betting, Dick,” he said. “It is gambling, and gambling has ruined many good men.”
Hazen and Derring laughed scornfully.
“You’re a squealer, Merriwell!” declared the stout sporting man. “That’s what’s the matter with you! You lack nerve!”
“That’s not true!” flung back Dick. “Anybody knows better than that!”
“It is true. If he had the least nerve, he would back you up. I took your bet.”