fool.
This is the way I answered: 'Dear Gov: I observe you say some chap by
the name of Johnson says the man who writes for anything but money is a
fool. I quite agree with Mr. Johnson. Please send me one hundred
dollars.' That must have hit the old boy about right, for he sent me
fifty."

Danny ended with a gleeful chuckle, and the listening lads laughed.

"That's pretty good--for you," nodded Bink Stubbs; "but speaking about
clothes reminds me that I had a little lunch in a restaurant last
evening, and I found a button in the salad. I called the waiter's
attention to it, and he calmly said, 'That's all right, sir; it's part
of the dressing.'"

"Now he has broken loose!" cried Danny Griswold. "There is no telling
what sort of a rusty old gag he'll try to spring. If we only had a few
stale eggs for him!"

Bink grinned, as he observed:

"There's nothing like poached eggs, as the nigger said when he robbed
the hencoop."

Diamond proposed a song, and soon the boys were at it. When they had
finished one song, Browning soberly observed:

"It seems to me that there is one song which would be particularly
appropriate for this season when all of us are soaking something in
order to raise the wind."

"What is it?" shouted several voices.

"Solomon Levi."

In another moment the merry lads were shouting:

"My name is Solomon Levi, my store's on Salem Street;
That's where you buy your coats and vests and everything that's neat.
I've second-handed ulsterettes, and everything that's fine,
For all the boys they trade with me at a hundred and forty-nine.

CHORUS:
"Oh, Solomon Levi! tra, la, la, la!
Poor Sheeny Levi! tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!

"And if a bummer comes along to my store on Salem Street
And tries to hang me up for coats and vests so very neat,
I kick that bummer right out of my store, and on him sets my pup,
For I won't sell clothing to any man who tries to hang me up."

Thus the rollicking lads spent the time as the train rolled along
bearing them to witness the great ball game of the season with Harvard.

Again and again Frank Merriwell's friends expressed regret because his
hand, on which there had been a felon, prevented him from taking part in
the game. They could not forget that he had pitched the deciding game
between Yale and Harvard the previous year, and had won it.

Frank had also done some good work during the present season, and
sporting