When Cyrus Lovejoy became an instructor he did not forget the days when he had been a leader in sc.r.a.pes of all sorts, and he was not inclined to be prying into the affairs of students under him. Not only that, but he could be blind to some things he accidentally discovered.
So when Mr. Lovejoy reported that John Diamond"s eyes, being naturally weak, were inflamed by too close application to his studies, especially in the evening, no one thought of investigating further. The doctor, it was said, had forbidden Diamond to attempt to study for several days, and had ordered him to wear a bandage over his eyes.
Two or three evenings after the fight a party of freshmen gathered in Merriwell"s room, for they were beginning to realize that Frank was likely to be a leader among them.
"I say, fellows," cried Dan Dorman, who was sitting on the sill of the open window, with a cigarette clinging to his lips, "do you know what Diamond is doing?"
"He"s doing his best to cure those beautiful eyes of his," said Bandy Robinson.
"I"m giving it to you straight that he was out to-day and went down to the nearest gun store," declared Dorman. "Collins says he bought a Winchester rifle, a shotgun, two revolvers, a bowie knife, a slungshot, and a set of bra.s.s knuckles."
"Wo-o-oh!" groaned Dismal Jones. "Why didn"t he purchase a cannon and start for some battlefield?"
"Look out, Merry," laughed Ned Stover. "He"s after your scalp."
"He"ll have to get a bigger outfit than that before he takes it,"
declared Harry Rattleton.
"How about it, Merry?" asked Bandy Robinson.
"I"ll tell you, fellows," said Frank, who was not smoking. "Diamond is not the fellow to give up whipped very soon. I"m dead sure to hear from him again."
"He"s a cad," growled Dismal Jones.
"I think you fellows judge him rather harshly," said Frank. "He is a Southerner, and he looks at many things differently than we do. From his standpoint he seems to be right."
"Well, he"ll have to get those notions out of his head if he wants to stay in college," airily declared Dan Dorman. "Now, I came here with the idea of falling into the ways in vogue. Everything goes with me.
That"s the way to get along."
"I am not so sure of that," Merriwell returned. "A man must have some individuality. If you do everything everybody wants you to, it won"t be long before they"ll not want you to do anything."
"Oh, well, what"s the use to be always hanging off and getting yourself disliked?"
"One extreme is as bad as the other. Now, I make allowances for Diamond, and I am not inclined to believe him such a bad fellow."
Harry Rattleton flung a book across the room.
"Oh, you give me the flubdubs!" he exploded. "Why, that fellow hates you, and he means to do you some time. Still you are soft enough to say he"s not such a bad fellow! It"s disgusting!"
"Time will tell," smiled Frank. "All of you fellows must admit that he has sand."
"Oh, a kind of bulldog stick-to-it-iveness," murmured Stover.
"I"ll tell you one thing," said Bandy Robinson; "now that Diamond has not blowed, he"s going to be backed by some of the leading sophs."
"Eh? What makes you think so?"
"Oh, I"ve got it straight. Browning has been to see him."
"No! Why, Browning is king of the sophs!"
"And he is jealous of Merriwell."
"Jealous?"
"Sure. He says Merry is altogether too "soon" for a fresh, and he must be taken down. I tell you I"ve got it straight. He"ll put up some kind of a game to enable Diamond to get square."
"Well, this is rather interesting," confessed Frank, showing that he was aroused. "I"ll have to look out for Mr. Browning."
"He"s a hard fellow to go against," solemnly said Dismal Jones. "He"s a Le Boule man, and they say he may take his choice of the other big societies next year."
"Oh, what"s that amount to?"
"It amounts to something here; but then he"s a fighter, and he is authority on fighters and fighting."
"He is too fat to fight."
"They say he can train down in a week. He was the greatest freshman half-back ever known at Yale."
"Half-back--Browning a half-back! Oh, say, that fellow couldn"t play football!"
"Not a great deal now, perhaps, but he could last year. He"d be on the regular team now, but his father swore to take him out of college if he didn"t stop it. You see, Browning is not entirely to blame for his laziness. He inherits it from his father, and the old man will not allow him to lead in athletics, so whatever he does must be done secretly."
Frank was interested. He wondered how a fellow like Bruce Browning could come to be know as "king of the soph.o.m.ores," unless such a t.i.tle was applied to him in derision. Now he began to understand that Browning was something more than the lazy mischief planner that he had seemed.
Frank"s interest in Browning grew.
"And you say he is backing Diamond?"
"That"s the way it looks from the road."
"Well, Mr. Bruce Browning may need some attention. It is he who puts the sophs up to their jobs on us. We ought to put up a big one on him."
"That"s right! that"s right!"
"Merry," said Jones, "set the complicated machinery of your fertile brain to work and see what it will bring forth."
"That"s right! that"s right!"
"I"ll have to take time to think it over."
"We have a few soph scalps," grinned Rattleton, pointing to a number of caps with which the walls were decorated, all of which had been s.n.a.t.c.hed from the heads of soph.o.m.ores. "Have the rest of you fellows done as well?"
"I have lost two," confessed Dan Dorman. "They seem to single me out as easy fruit."
"And haven"t you made an attempt to get one in return?" asked Bandy Robinson.
"I haven"t had a good chance."