“You are right,” nodded Dustan; “but we can put an officer on the track of him. We’ll run him down.”
“It isn’t worth while, for it will cause me a large amount of trouble. I shall have to appear against him and testify, and I do not wish to take the time for that. He will not trouble me again, so I will let him go.”
“It’s your affair,” said Dustan, “so you may do as you like, but no person can try to stab me and get off so easy.”
By this time it was known on the street that an encounter had taken place between two guests of the wheelmen, and the report that one of them had tried to stab the other was enough to provide a fertile topic for conversation.
But when it was known that the one murderously assaulted was Frank Merriwell, the famous star twirler of the Yale baseball team, the tongue of gossip wagged freely.
A crowd gathered in front of the building in which the club rooms were located. The greater part of the crowd were boys and young men, and their conversation showed that every one had heard of Merriwell and all were eager to see him.
One of the club members came in after passing through the crowd, and he was laughing.
“I was not aware you were so well known in Belfast, Mr. Merriwell,” he said. “Those youngsters out there are wild to get a peep at you. I just heard one of them say you were a bigger man than the President of the United States.”
“By Jove!” he exclaimed. “If this thing keeps up, I’ll have to travel through Maine in disguise. Had to get out of Camden because I was too well known.”
“They are talking about your famous double shoot. I wonder how that story started.”
“Why, the story about that double curve. Of course, there may be an out drop, or something like that—in fact, we know there is such a thing. But a double curve that consists of an in and an out is an utter impossibility.”
“Because there is no scientific explanation of it.”
“There is no scientific explanation of any shoot.”
“What is that? Why, it can’t be that you mean to tell me that, Mr. Merriwell?”
“Mr. Wallace is an authority around here on baseball, Mr. Merriwell,” said Howard Dustan, quickly.
“Do you claim to explain the science of shoots and curves, Mr. Wallace?” he asked.
“Why, it is simple enough,” assured Wallace, boldly. “What astonishes me is to hear a college man like you, reputed to be a great pitcher, declare there is no scientific explanation of shoots.”