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The others seemed to feel like doing something of the sort, and they left the room in a body, descending to the office of the hotel, where Frank called for their mail. There happened to be letters for several of the party. Merry received one, which he opened and began to read at once.

As Frank was reading his letter he heard two men talking near at hand. One of them was saying:

“It would draw a big crowd, and there would be money in it. Why don’t you get Merriwell’s team for another game, Wilson?”

“What’s the use?” said a voice that Frank recognized as that of the manager of the Stars. “Those fellows put up the best game they are capable of to-day, and we’d simply beat them to death next time. I don’t want to play any poor games, as that will spoil baseball in this town. The Stars are drawing well now.”

“I know a man who says he’ll bet five hundred even that you can’t beat Merriwell again.”

“He’s crazy!”

“No. It’s Livingstone.”

“Why, Hazen will give him two to one.”

“But Hazen has queered himself to-day. The crowd is onto him. It’s current to-night that he tried to bribe Merriwell, and that, failing in this, he bought Derring.”