"Mum is the word with me, and I'll keep right on working for a place with the freshmen.

Oh, if we can win the race at Saltonstall!" Frank knew that he stood well with Old Put, who was to manage the freshman team in the spring.

If the freshman crew could defeat the sophs, Put would have more confidence than ever in Merriwell.
Frank was thinking these things over, when Harry came in with a rush, slamming the door and tripping over a rug in his haste.
"Say! say! say!" he spluttered, staring at Frank.
"Well, what is it ?" "Is it true ?" "Is what true ?" "I heard Paul Pierson was seen talking to you on the campus." "Well, what of that ?" "Then it is true ?" "Yes." "Gracious! Pierson was never known to thing a do--er--do a thing like that before!" "Is that so ?" "Is it so! Why, you know it is so! Think of Pierson--the great and only Pierson--talking to a freshman on the campus in the middle of the day! Wow!" "You are excited, Harry.

Sit down and cool off." "I'll sit down, but you must tell me what he was saying to you." "Must I ?" "Must you?
I should say yes! I am dying to know what he could be saying to a freshman!" Frank was troubled, for he saw his roommate's curiosity was aroused to the highest notch, and he knew it would be no easy thing to satisfy Harry without telling the truth.
"Go ahead," urged Rattleton.

"What did Pierson say to you ?" "Oh, he said a number of things," replied Frank, awkwardly.
Harry lifted his eyebrows.
"Haven't a doubt of it," he returned; "but what are they ?" Frank hesitated, and a cloud came to his friend's face.
"You see, it is a private matter," Merriwell explained.
"Oh!" There was infinite sarcasm in that ejaculation.
"You know I would tell you if I could, Harry," said Frank, rising; "but this is a matter which I--" "Oh, you needn't trouble yourself!" Rattleton cut in, sharply.