CHAPTER II.
A GHASTLY SUBJECT.
"But you know the consequences if you are caught," said Frank, warningly.
"Of course I do," nodded Bart, "but you must acknowledge there is not much danger that I shall be caught, as long as I make up a good dummy to leave in my place on the bed." "Still, you may be." "That's right, and there's where part of the sport comes in, as you ought to know, for you are quite a fellow to take chances yourself, Merriwell." "That's right," admitted Frank.

"It's in my blood, and I can't help it.

Anything with a spice of risk or danger attracts and fascinates me." "You are not in the habit of hesitating or being easily scared when there is some sport in the wind." Frank smiled.
"I never have been," he admitted.

"I have taken altogether too many risks in the past.

A fellow has to sober down and straighten up if he means to do anything or be anything." Bart made an impatient gesture.
"Any one would think you were a reformed toper, to hear you talk," he said, with a trace of a sneer.
"Not if they knew me," said Frank, quietly.