“Can you do that, Merrill?” asked Scott Clemmons, who stood near him, and there was a sneer in his tone and manner.
“I think so,” was the quiet response, and Mark Merrill threw himself upon his hands and began to go around the track, when suddenly, with a loud ring, the missing gold-piece rolled from his pocket amid almost a roar of amazement from his brother cadets.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A DOUBLE ACCUSATION.
Barney Breslin had just completed his walk on his hands around the track of the gymnasium, and the applause with which he had been greeted had ceased, when Scott Clemmons asked Mark Merrill if he could accomplish a like feat.
When the gold coin fell from Mark’s pocket and the loud murmur of amazement was heard, Barney Breslin had sprang forward, and seizing the piece of gold cried:
“It is your luck coin, Clemmons, as I live!”
“It certainly is, but surely there must be some mistake, for Merrill could not be guilty of——”
“I tell you now that he is the man I saw leaving our room,” said Breslin, interrupting Clemmons.
And all this time, unheeding the dropping of the coin from his pocket, Mark Merrill had continued his hand-walk around the track, accomplishing the feat with an ease far greater than Barney Breslin had done.