"Yes. Nothing better over there, I think."
"Then there will be no dead-easy business about it. They're not going to
lie down and let us walk over them, just for the purpose of stiffening
the spine of that Kansan!"
Jack Diamond was disgusted with the outlook.
"Have I said that they are easy?" Merriwell asked. "I only said I felt
sure we could defeat them. And we can. Badger is a good pitcher. You
know that. And if he loses his nerve, I shall very promptly take his
place. There will be no monkeying. You are the fellows that seem to be
in the notion of lying down."
"Oh, well play!" grunted Bruce. "We're just airing our little opinions.
I expected to see you in the box Saturday, and I'm disappointed. I
suppose that's all!"
He gave a tug at his pipe and rolled over lazily on the lounge, as if
that settled it.
"Of course we'll play," agreed Diamond. "But I don't like to go into the
game with Badger in the box. I don't like him. The fellow has made
himself an insufferable nuisance. I don't agree with you that he is such
a wonder. He's a very ordinary fellow, with a rich father and a swelled
head. Out West, where he came from, everybody got down on their knees to
him, and here at Yale that sort of business don't go. Nobody cares
whether his father is a cattleman or a cow-puncher.
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