"Oh, we"ll play, of course!" Bruce grumbled, rolling back again.
"Sus-sure!" declared Gamp. "Whatever Mum-Merry says, gug-gug-gug-gug----"
"Are you trying to say goshfry?" Danny mildly asked, wetting the end of an unlighted cigarette.
"Gug-goes!" sputtered Gamp, giving Danny a kick that fairly lifted him from the floor. "You mum-mum-mum-measly runt, I"ll kuk-kill you!"
"Because he"s a joker, Danny thinks he is the only card in the pack!"
said Dismal.
"If Merry says we can go into that game next Sat.u.r.day with Badger in the box and earth the wipe--I mean wipe the earth with those fellows from Hartford, we can do it!" Rattleton declared emphatically. "You know he wouldn"t say such a thing if he wasn"t sure of it."
"There are only two absolutely sure things, death and taxes," said Merriwell soberly. "If I put too much emphasis on my belief, I"ll have to withdraw it. I mean to say that I believe we can."
"And that"s about the same as saying that we can!" Rattleton a.s.serted.
"I"m only doubtful about Bart," said Dismal, like a prophet of evil.
"He will never catch for Badger!" Diamond declared.
"I think he will!" sputtered Rattleton. "He will see it just as we do, after Merry talks with him. Of course, we don"t any of us love Badger, but what"s the difference?"
"Let "er go!" cried Bink, holding up his hands as if they gripped a bat.
"Of course, we"ll play ball!"
"Of course!" said Dismal. "We"ll pitch Bart out of the camp if he makes a kick. The fellow that balks on that, when he understands it, is "fit for treason, stratagem, and spoil!""
Shortly after, Merriwell met Hodge on the campus, coming from the fence.
He saw at once that Bart was "steaming."
"Look here, Merriwell," said Hodge, bristling with indignation. "It surely can"t be true that you"re going to put Badger into the pitcher"s box next Sat.u.r.day?"
Frank took him by the arm and turned with him away from the crowd.
"Yes," he answered, "I have promised to do that."
Hodge"s face grew black with wrath.
"You"ve made a fool of yourself!" he roughly declared. "I wouldn"t believe it. I said it was a lie, and I threatened to thump the face off of Donald Pike because he told it. Say, Merry, you don"t really mean it?"
Frank had dropped Bart"s arm, but they still walked on together. It was easy to see that he did not like Hodge"s tone and manner.
"I must say you are outspoken and far from complimentary," he observed.
"I know I don"t talk like this to you often."
"That"s right. If you did, I"m afraid we might not be such good friends."
"But I must talk straight now, Merry!"
"I"m willing that you shall drive ahead, but I want you to hold in your temper. Don"t let it run away with you."
"Great Scott! how can I hold in my temper under such provocation?"
"Simply by holding it in."
"But you know how I hate Badger? You know that we"re bitter enemies! You know what I think of him!"
"I think I"ve heard you express some sentiments along that line."
"You know that he was drunk when he went aboard that excursion steamer!
And he can"t pitch!"
"You are wrong there!" Frank declared positively. "He can pitch."
"Why, Merry, those Hartford fellows will just put it all over us. I tell you it won"t do! You must give it up!"
"I suppose you know why I promised to let him pitch?"
"Well, I haven"t heard, but I can guess. After you"d saved him from drowning himself, and he came to realize what everything meant, he came licking round you, professing grat.i.tude and friendship, and all that sort of stuff. And you----"
"See here, Hodge!" said Frank, with uncommon sternness. "I won"t stand talk like that, and you ought to know it. I"m your friend, as I"ve proved many times, but I can"t remain your friend if you treat me that way. I"m ready to hear your opinions, but I won"t stand abuse from you or any other man!"
"I told you a good while ago that whenever you and Badger ceased to be enemies you would become friends!" Bart declared, somewhat softened.
"And now it has come true. You are wanting to befriend and help him now, just as I knew you would. And after all the dirt he has done you! Why, he"s put dirt all over you a dozen times!"
The memory of it caused Bart to lose his head again.
"Badger is my enemy! A man who is his friend is no friend of mine! That is flat! I don"t think I can make it plainer."
"You can"t; it"s plain enough. Badger is not my friend, but I am not his enemy."
"Don"t tell me, Merriwell! You are his friend. You wouldn"t ask such a thing, if you weren"t. You must know that every one of the fellows will kick. What did you make such a fool promise for?"
Merriwell"s face was flushed.
"You are making reckless talk, just because you are badly excited, old man! I am sure you will be sorry as soon as you cool off. If I didn"t think so, I"d say some things that would be hot enough to take the skin off your face! Now, listen here! I have promised Dunstan Kirk to let Badger pitch next Sat.u.r.day in that game against Hartford. Kirk thinks it will brace Badger up a little, and perhaps it will. I am willing to help Badger. He can pitch. We need good pitchers. Besides, I have given Kirk my promise. I mean to keep it."
Up to that moment, angry and unreasonable as he was, Bart had half-believed that Merriwell might yet back out of his position, and refuse to let Buck go into the box. He saw now how mistaken he had been.
"And you expect me to catch for that scoundrel?" he demanded, shaking with rage. "I tell you, Merriwell, I won"t do it! I"ll do any reasonable thing you want me to do, but I won"t do that! I draw the line there, short and sharp! I won"t play in a nine with Buck Badger!"
"Very well, then, we"ll have to get along without you!"
"Do you mean it, Merry?" Hodge gasped. "Do you mean that you will choose him before me?"
"Nothing of the kind, and you ought to know it. You would know it, if you were not just blind with anger and prejudice. I am not choosing Badger in preference to any of my friends!"
"Why aren"t you?"