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In his heart, however, Bascomb did not feel at all sure that Rains would prove the victor in the jumping contest. "Merriwell is the hardest fellow to beat that I ever saw," he told himself. "It doesn't seem possible to down him, and keep him down. If one seems to get the best of him for a bit, he bobs up serenely directly, and comes out on top. It is just his luck!"
"It seems to be bad luck to go against him, and so I am going to keep away from him in the future. Poor Gage! Merriwell was bad medicine for him." Bascomb was a coward, but he could hate intensely in his two-faced, treacherous way. The moment Merriwell joined the group, Bascomb noted it. "He's watching Rains," mentally decided the big plebe. "He wants to see what the fellow is made of."
"Then let me be your friend," argued Merry. "I'll try to find something that shall make life worth living for you." "Enough trouble I have been to you already. You save my life! You send me here! I am not in the free ward; I am where it costs. I ask who pay. They tell me Señor Merriwell pay for everything. Then I think and think a long time.
He turned back and approached Warren Hatch, who was standing and frowningly watching the efforts of the one who was tinkering at the automobile. "Good morning, Mr. Hatch," said Merry. The face of Hatch cleared a little, and he shook hands with Frank. "Glad to see you, Merriwell. Did you just drive up?
"Merriwell takes the cake," Poke declared, with a chuckle. "He's been on a regular frolic for the last week, and he can invent more kinds of fun than any fellow living besides himself." "That's right," agreed Sammy. "Frank is a dandy! Things would be rather dull here this winter if it wasn't for him." "Well, he'll never let them get dull, and I believe he is the best fellow that ever lived!"
When the bridge to the mainland was reached they paused once more to make inquiries. A man and a woman had just crossed from the mainland. They had seen Merriwell dash over the bridge and were sure a rapidly driven carriage had preceded him by a brief space of time. Frank was finally found talking to an officer in front of the Tower Hotel.
There was a clash of steel, and then the fight was on with more fury than before. Diamond was utterly reckless. He left a dozen openings where Frank could have run him through. But Merriwell was working to repeat the trick of a few seconds before. The frightened spectators were beginning to think of intervening, when once again Diamond was disarmed.
Harris was on the point of betting Rattleton odds that Merriwell did not get a hit, when Frank found what he was looking for and sent it sailing into left. It was not a rainbow, so it did not give the fielder time to get under it, although he made a sharp run for it. Then it was that Merriwell seemed to fly around the bases, while the man ahead of him came in and scored.
This team was dressed in blue suits, and on the breast of each shirt was a large white letter M. Frank Merriwell had found these old suits stored away and brought them forth. At sight of them his friends were seized with the old-time enthusiasm for the great American game, and it did not take them long to get into the suits and onto the field.
Nothing was said to Ditson, who was left in suspense as to what course would be pursued. A day or two later came the very thing that had been anticipated and discussed, since the freshman game at Cambridge. Merriwell was selected as one of the pitchers on the 'Varsity nine, and the freshmen lost him from their team.
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