"You had no business to run into me!" exclaimed the other lad, as he got up and began brushing off the dirt from an evidently new suit. "I shall report you to the head master for this."
Something in the tones of the voice caused Frank to look more closely at the speaker. He could not repress a start of astonishment, for confronting him was the dude of Harbor View.
"Chet Sedley!" gasped Frank.
"Frank Racer!" exclaimed Chet.
"What in the world are you doing here, Chet?" Frank went on.
"I'm coming here to school, what do you suppose I'm doing?" was the pert answer. "But I'm not going to play football if you're as rough as that," and the dudish youth continued to brush off his clothes and dust his shoes with a highly perfumed handkerchief.
CHAPTER XXV
A HAZING
Frank was so surprised at first at the sight of the Harbor View dude, as he was called, that he paid no attention to his companions, who came racing up after his run down the field with the ball.
"Friend of yours, Frank?" asked John North, and he eyed the new arrival with no friendly eyes, for Chet had a proud and supercilious air that did not add to his charm.