What could Harry be up to that he appeared so excited?
He was motioning for Frank to come forward cautiously and join him.
Now, Merriwell did not believe in playing the eavesdropper on any one, but he fancied Harry saw something he wished to show him, so he went forward lightly, placed another chair, got upon it, and looked over the screen.
In the meantime Ditson was saying: "Yes, you've helped me.

You know Merriwell is coaching the freshman crew--or has been--for the race to-morrow.

Well, I don't let any chance go to get a jab at him." "I don't see what that has to do with my helping you," mumbled Gordon, vainly trying to light a cigarette with a broken match on which no brimstone was left.
"Course yer don't," laughed Ditson, who was almost as full as his companion.

"This isn't the first time we have been out together, eh, old boy ?" "No." "Only we had to be quiet about it when you were on the crew--or when you thought you were on it." "That's right." "We have been pretty full once or twice." "I thought so when we got up the next morning." "Well, you have told me lots of things about Merriwell and what he was doing with the crew.

You're a great talker when you're loaded." Gordon stiffened up a bit and tried to give his companion a sober stare, but the effort was a ludicrous failure.
"Wazzyer mean ?" he asked.