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before—something said to be impossible. Where would he be if you had broken his wrist?"

      "He could coach the freshmen just the same, and the very fact that he can do all these things makes me well satisfied that I did not fix him so he couldn't."

      "Wait! wait! What if the freshmen beat us out at Lake Saltonstall? What if they come out ahead of us?"

      "They won't."

      "I know the fellows are saying they will not, but I tell you this Merriwell is full of tricks, and there is no telling what he may do with the fresh crew. He is working them secretly, and our spies report that he seems to know his business."

      "Well, if he makes them winners he will deserve the credit he will receive. But he can't do it. No man can coach a crew and pull an oar at the same time. The very fact that he is attempting such a thing shows he isn't in the game."

      "Don't be so sure. They say he has a substitute who takes his place in the boat sometimes, and that gives him a chance to see just how the crew is working."

      "Rats! Who ever heard of such a thing! Merriwell is all right, but he doesn't know anything about rowing. He may think he knows, but he is fooling himself."

      "Well, we will have to wait and see about that."

      "I really believe you are afraid of Merriwell. Why—ha! ha! ha!—you are the only one who has an idea the freshmen will be in the race at all."

      "I know it, but few have had any idea that the freshmen could do any of the things they have done. They have fooled us right along, and—"

      "Oh, say! Give me a cigarette and let's drop it. From the way you talk I should say you would make a good sporting editor for a Sunday-school paper."

      "That's all right," muttered Hartwick, sulkily, as he tossed Bruce a package of Turkish cigarettes. "Wait and see if I am not right."

      After this Bruce went about telling all the sophomores what Hartwick thought, and urging them to "jolly him" whenever they could get a chance. As a result Evan was kept in hot water the most of the time, but he persisted in claiming that the freshmen were bound to give them a surprise.

      One evening a jolly party gathered in Browning and Hartwick's rooms. Cigarettes were passed around, and soon the smoke was thick enough to cut with a knife.

      "How are the eggs down where you are taking your meals now, Horner?" asked Puss Parker.

      "Oh, they are birds!" chirped little Tad, who was perched on the back of a chair, with his cap on the side of his head.

      This produced a general laugh, and Parker said:

      "Speaking of birds makes me think that riches hath wings. I dropped seventy-five in that little game last night."

      Punch Swallows groaned in a heartrending way.

      "That's nothing," he said, dolefully. "I lost a hundred and ten last week, and I've been broke ever since. Wired home for money, but the gov didn't respond. After that game all I could think of was two pairs, three of a kind, bobtail flushes, and so on. I made a dead flunk at recitations for two days. The evening after I lost my roll I was to attend a swell affair up on Temple Street. I was in a rocky condition, and I took something to brace me up, for I knew there would be pretty girls there, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything. The memory of that horrible game was still with me, and whenever my mind wandered I was thinking of jack pots and kindred things. Well, I went to the party, and there were plenty of queens there, but I didn't seem to enjoy myself, for some reason. I fancied it possible they might smell my breath, and that worried me. I thought I would go off by myself, and so I wandered into a little room where I imagined I would be alone, but hanged if I didn't run into the hostess and a stack of ladies. Then, with my mind confused, I made a fool of myself. 'Er—er—excuse me,' I stammered; 'what room is this?' 'This is the anteroom, sir,' replied the hostess. 'What's the limit?' says I, as I fumbled in my pocket. Then I took a tumble to myself and chased out in a hurry. I saw the girls staring after me as if they thought me crazy. It was awful."

      "Oh, well, you mustn't mind the loss of a few dollars," said Andy Emery. "A man can make a fortune in this country picking up chips—if he puts them on the right card."

      "Put a little perfumery on that before you use it again, Emery," grinned Tad Horner. "It's got whiskers."

      "I think Swallows all right, but he reminds me of a man I knew once on a time. I haven't seen Swallows when he had over twenty-five at a time since he's been here, and still he says he dropped a hundred and ten in one game."

      "How about this man you knew?" asked Parker.

      "He was a great fellow to stretch the long bow, and it became such a habit that he could not break it. He seemed to prefer a falsehood to the truth, even when the truth would have served him better. Well, he died and was buried. One day I visited the cemetery and gazed on his tombstone. On the top of the stone was his name and on the bottom were these words: 'I am not dead, but sleeping.' Now that man was lying in his grave, for his habit—"

      Parker flung a slipper at Emery, who dodged it. The slipper struck Tad Horner and knocked him off the back of the chair.

      "That's all right," said Swallows, nodding at Emery, who was laughing. "I'll square that the first chance I get."

      "Do! But when you get a roll, remember there are Others who are looking for you."

      "Drop this persiflage and come down to business," said Browning, winking at the others and nodding toward Hartwick, who did not seem to be taking any interest in what was going on. "Let's talk about the races."

      "Yas, by Jawve!" drawled Willis Paulding, who tried to be "deucedly English" in everything. "Let's talk about the races, deah boys. That's what interests me, don't yer know."

      Hartwick squirmed. He knew what was coming, and still his disposition was such that he could not resist a "jolly" in case the jolliers expressed opinions that did not agree with his own.

      Browning enjoyed seeing the gang get Hartwick on a string, and he was ever ready to aid anything of the kind along. By nature the king of sophomores was a practical joker. He had put up more jobs than any man who ever entered Yale. That was what had given him his reputation.

      "I understand the freshmen are rapidly coming to the front," observed Hod Chadwick, with apparent seriousness.

      "Is that right?" asked Parker. "Heard anything new?"

      "Why, they say this Merriwell has the genuine Oxford system."

      "Where'd he get it?"

      "He has been abroad. It is even reported that he has studied at Oxford. He has watched the work of the Oxford coach, and he is working the freshmen eight on the same lines."

      "That's right—that's right," nodded Hartwick, and the boys winked at each other.

      "How do you know it is right?" asked Emery. "What do you know about Merriwell?"

      "I know he has been abroad, and I have it straight that he spent considerable time at Oxford."

      "That's nothing. Any lubber might watch the work at Oxford, but what would that amount to?"

      "Merriwell is no lubber, as you fellows should know by this time."

      "We don't seem to know much of anything about him. Who are his parents? What about them?"

      "I hear his father was drowned in bed," murmured Tad Horner.

      "By Jawve!" exclaimed Willis Paulding. "How could that happen?"

      "There was a hole in the mattress, and he fell through into the spring," gravely assured Tad.

      Willis nearly lost his breath.

      "That's all wrong," said Browning. "It's true Merriwell is no lubber. Why should he be? His father was a skipper."

      "What! A sea captain?" asked Hartwick.

      "No, a bank cashier. He skipped to Canada."

      "Wow!" whooped Tad Horner.

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