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He swore it was some kind of a plot to injure him, and he called on the boys to know if they would take the word of a wretch like Kirby in preference to his. "Oh, get out!" exclaimed Putnam in disgust. "Take my advice and leave Yale at once. If you do not, I'll publish the whole story, and you will find yourself run out. Go!" Ditson sneaked away.
"It looks to me like a blasted lyre," said Merriwell. "You'd better give it to Ditson." Then everybody but Ditson laughed. Diamond was in a wretched condition.
An additional flush arose to Merriwell's cheeks, and he dropped his hand by his side, turning away without another word. A few moments later Diamond left the building, accompanied by a single companion, and that companion was not Roland Ditson. Ditson remained behind, and he was among those who crowded about Frank Merriwell and offered congratulations.
"Will you be kind enough to see?" asked Ditson. "This is a personal matter something I want kept quiet." The barkeeper disappeared into a back room, was gone a few minutes, and then returned and said: "The professor is quite alone. Will you go up, sir?" "Y-e-s," said Roll, glancing around, and then motioning for the barkeeper to lead the way.
You'll break over before two days are up yes, before one day is up. It's no use." Rattleton bit his lips. "Why, you are dying for a whiff now!" chuckled Ditson. "I know you are. I got along a whole day, but it was a day of the most intense torture." "There may be others with more stamina than you, Ditson," snapped Rattleton.
"If you had said that Browning's name was on the cup, it would have seemed a matter of some consequence." "It may be, for all I know. Sophs are not in the habit of telling us everything. Steer clear of Browning, Merry, old man." "Thanks again! You have made me so nervous that I think I will take your advice." "That's right, my boy that's right," nodded Ditson, swelling with importance.
Frank and Harry dressed quickly, and away they went with Robinson and his companion toward Billy's. On arriving at Billy's they were told that Ditson and Gordon were in the little corner behind the screen. Gordon was opening champagne, and both fellows were pretty well intoxicated. Harry slipped up behind the screen, stood on a chair, and peered over.
"He can have told her nothing," he muttered, "he must be as ignorant of the truth as she is. Good God, what a coincidence!" Joles came and Ditson was sent for. When the confidential secretary arrived, Mr. Stanton and he went into the private study. Hélène followed them. "Will you need me any more, father?" she asked anxiously. "No, no!" replied Mr. Stanton. Hélène went out and closed the door.
Ditson looked at Merriwell curiously, as if in doubt concerning his sincerity, but Frank simply continued to smile. "Indian red," said Roll, reading the lettering on the stick. "You don't mean to become a big chief, do you?" "Perhaps so." "Well, you are pretty sure to become a big chief here at Yale, old man," said Ditson, with apparent earnestness. "You will be a leader here some day."
Walter thumped the table with his fist, growing angry suddenly. "You're a hanged two-faced fraud!" he huskily cried. "That's jusht what you are, Ditson! Somebody's been telling things to the sophs. They found out everything. It was you! And you pumped your points out of me when I was full." "That didn't hurt you," Ditson hastened to declare.
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