ch will be the
one intended to draw me into some sort of a trap. Oh, the game is too
thin!"

Harry looked into his roommate's face, and saw that Frank Merriwell was
aroused at last.

"What are you going to do?" asked Rattleton.

"I am going to have a few words with Fred Flemming at the first
opportunity. I have been easy with Flemming, for I could not believe the
fellow all bad, even though he had tried to injure me, but, if he is
going to hire a ruffian like this unknown man to try to work my ruin, I
shall draw the lines on Mr. Flemming. He is rich, but that will not save
him."

"They say he has money to burn."

"I don't care if he is a Monte Cristo. He cannot ride over me with all
his money, and I do not believe that a scoundrel will be tolerated at
Yale after his villainy is exposed, even though he may be rich and have
influential parents and connections."

"What do you think the game is?"

"As to that I am more or less at sea; but I believe that the bribe which
was offered me to throw the ball game to Harvard was a trap meant to
work my undoing."

"Flemming must have known your hand would not permit you to play in that
game, so he could not have been in that piece of business."

"My dear boy, I do not fancy I was expected to pitch that game. It was
thought that I would keep the money. That money was marked. This man
would have gone forth and blowed that he had bribed me. He would have
told what marked money he had given me. I should have been
cornered--perhaps arrested--then searched. You see what that would have
meant. The marked money would have been found on my person. It would
have been exactly as the stranger had described it. It is certain that
somebody was watching and saw him give me the money. That person would
have testified against me. Then Frank Merriwell's college career would
have come to a sudden termination. In some ways it was a bungling plot,
and in others it was crafty enough."

"But a cool thousand--that was an awful roll to push at a fellow!"

"It was a bold and desperate stroke, and the fact that such a sum was
offered shows that the one who put up the job knew I could not be bought
with a petty amount. He did not know that it made no difference whether
it was one dollar or one million--I would not sell my honor and betray
dear old Yale for any sum!"

"You have other enemies besides Flemming."

"Yes--Thornton."

"He doesn't count, for he lacks nerve."

"Whom do you mean?"