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It seemed that the freshmen were trying to split their throats. And not a few juniors joined with them, showing how much admiration Merriwell had won outside his own class. Walter Gordon cheered with the others, but Roland Ditson stood at a distance, beating his heart out with rage and jealousy. He was all alone, for at Yale not one man was left who cared to acknowledge Ditson as a friend.
Frank seemed to have quite forgotten that such a person as Roll Ditson existed. Ditson was an outcast. The fellow with whom he had roomed had left him shortly after his treachery was made public, and he was forced to room alone, as he could get no one to come in with him. Roll did not mind this so much, however.
"Blamed if I understand you! You seem cool enough, and still you act as if you actually meant to meet him with deadly weapons." "I shall meet him with any kind of weapons he may name." Roll Ditson came forward. "Of course you understand that I have no feeling, Merry, old man," he said; "but Diamond has chosen me as his second once more, and so I can't refuse to serve him.
The sophomores crouched like savage warriors in ambush. Merriwell's peculiar, pleasant laugh was heard as the two unsuspecting freshmen approached. Rattleton was talking, and, as usual, he was twisting his expression in his haste to say the things which flashed through his head. "It doesn't make a dit of bifference if we haven't proved anything against him, I say Ditson can't be trusted.
Merriwell had him by the collar in a twinkling. "Looking for you," he said, "and we have found you! So you are the chap who hired this man to break my arm in order to fix me so I couldn't pitch any more! Well, I declare I didn't think anything quite as low as that even of you!" Ditson protested his innocence. He even called Kirby a liar, and Frank was forced to keep the ruffian from hammering him.
"No, I do not," declared Ditson, an angry flush coming to his face. "He is a scrapper, and I do not think I am his match in a brutal fight." "Brutal is good! An' yer wants his arm bruck? Don't propose to give him no show at all, eh?" "I don't care a continental what is done so long as he is fixed as I ask." "I s'pose ye're one of them stujent fellers?" "Yes, I am a student."
The sophs were inclined to regard this as a jolly, and they continued confident of winning over the freshmen with the greatest ease. "I say, Merry," said Rattleton, the day before the race was to come off, "you can't guess who Gordon is chumming with lately." "I don't know as I can. Who is it?" "Ditson." "Get out!" "That's on the level."
But he did not yet recognize the kind of stuff of which John Diamond was built. "Come! come!" impatiently called one of the spectators. "Quit ducking and dodging and get into the game." "That's right! that's right!" chorused several. "This is no sport." "And it's no six-day walking match," sneered Roland Ditson. "Merriwell seems afraid to stand up and face Diamond." "Is that what you think?"
"It strikes me that you are very partial to sophs," said Dismal, giving Roll a piercing look. Ditson was not fazed. "They're a rather clever gang of fellows," he said. "Freshmen are very new, as a rule. Of course there are exceptions, and " "I suppose you consider yourself one?" "Oh, I can't tell about that. But supposing I am; by the time I become a soph some of the newness will have worn off."
"I have left off," said Harry, with an effort. "Left off? Oh, say! that's too good! You leave off!" A bit of color came to Rattleton's face, and he gave Ditson a look that was not exactly pleasant; but Roll was too occupied with his merriment to observe it. Frank was studying Ditson. He watched the fellow's every movement and expression.
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