“Hang it all!” mused Mersfeld as he tried to quiet an uneasy conscience, “I don’t want to get those fellows into trouble, but I want to be back in my rightful place as pitcher on the Varsity.”
And then he and North went into the details of the plot against our heroes, against Bill more particularly, for it was he whom Mersfeld wanted to displace.
CHAPTER XIX
THE PROFESSOR’S WARNING
“Say, Cap, don’t you think things are rather slow, not to say dreary around here?” asked Bob Chapin a few days after the ball game, as he strolled into the elder Smith lad’s room, and appropriated the easiest chair. “It’s the spring fever or the summer sleeping sickness coming on, I’m sure.”
“What’s up now, Bob?” asked Bill, as he tossed aside his chemistry, glad of an excuse to stop studying.
“What Bob needs is to train for the eleven or get into a baseball uniform,” added Pete. “He’s getting fat and lazy, and he hasn’t any interest in life.”
“Get out!” cried the visitor, who did not go in for athletics, and who preferred to be considered a “Sport,” with a capital “S,” wearing good clothes and spending all his spare time in a town billiard parlor. “You get out, Pete. Didn’t I try for the glee club?”