pected to look on
that man's face again, unless I looked on it as a corpse."

"Confound him!" exploded Harry Rattleton. "I'd like to hake his break--I
mean break his head! What does he want around here?"

Frank was silent. There was a grim look on his face, and it was plain
that he had been not a little disturbed by the sight of the mysterious
stranger.

The boys turned toward college, discussing the queer actions of the
unknown as they walked along. One or two of them fully believed the man
must be a lunatic.

That night, as Frank and Harry were preparing for bed, the former
declared:

"That strange man is about as large a mystery as I ever ran across. He
is beginning to be a decided nuisance."

"What do you make of him, anyway?"

"That he is a Westerner, or wishes to be thought such. His language
betrays that. And he is the last man I could dream would be staking
enough money on a game of college baseball to be able to offer a bribe
of two thousand dollars to make sure that the game would result in his
favor."

"By Jove!" cried Rattleton; "if any other fellow but yourself had told
me that a stranger had made them such an offer and had forked over
one-half cash in advance I should have considered him a looming
byer--no, a blooming liar!"

"And you would not be to blame for thinking so. To me it seems like a
dream, but I know it actually happened."

"Well, what is he hanging around New Haven for?"

"I'll give it up, unless he hopes to get at Heffiner or Dad Hicks, one
of whom must pitch the game at Springfield."

"He'll get used rough if he pushes his dirty dough at either Heffiner or
Hicks!" cried Rattleton.

"I think so," nodded Frank. "I believe they are loyal to dear old Yale,
and nothing can buy their honor."

"Most Yale men are. There may be one or two sneaks who would sell out,
as there are black sheep in every flock. I don't believe Flemming would
be above such a trick."

"Oh, I don't know! I do not wish to think that bad of Flemming. I know
he is my enemy, and I believe he hates me so he would do almost
anything to injure me but I do not wish to think that a fellow like him
even would stoop to such a dastardly trick as to betray old Yale."

"You always think every fellow is white till you are convinced to the
contrary beyond the shadow of a doubt."

"I had rather believe all men honest and deceive myself in that manner
than to suspect everybody and thus think that one honest man was a
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