the Princeton crowd that had the most money."
"Why," asked Frank, in a surprised tone, "it wasn't the Princeton contestants who were doing the betting, was it?"
"No, but some of the students."
"That's queer."
"Why?"
"Here it is Tuesday afternoon and the Princeton fellows who are going to see the contests are not due before to-morrow afternoon. It doesn't seem to me probable that the Princeton faculty would let the general run of students come up here at this time any more than the Yale faculty would allow our men to come."
"Can't help that," said Rowland, "there's a raft of Princeton men in town going around with orange ribbons in their buttonholes and hunting for chances to bet money against Yale, Harvard and Cornell."
Frank made no response, but remained for a moment in thought, while the others continued to talk about the betting. Presently Frank asked where Higgins and Mellor were.
Mellor was another freshman athlete. He was a giant in stature, and one of the best wrestlers that had ever been seen at Yale.
There was a good deal of confidence that he would win the cup for wrestling, for from all that could be learned of the wrestlers representing the other colleges, there was no one who could compare with him in strength, and his skill seemed to be all that would be needed.
"They're taking in the town," answered Browning.
"What!" exclaimed Frank, aghast.
"Oh, not in any improper sense," said Browning. "They're just out for a walk, and I didn't see any objection to their taking it in such a way that they could see some of the principal streets."
"No, that's all right," responded Frank, in a tone of relief; "when are they due back?"
"In about half an hour."
More than half an hour passed, and neither Higgins nor Mellor had shown up at that time. Rowland and Hill were away on some other business concerned with the management.
Frank was getting anxious. He could not have said exactly why, for so far as Mellor and Higgins were concerned, he had a good deal of respect for them, but he was fearful of accidents, as if they were little children unable to care for themselves.
He did not betray his anxiety to Browning or the others, but remarked after a time that he had another errand to do, and went away, leaving instructions that no contestant should leave the hotel until his return.
Then he went down to Madison Square and stood for a moment looking doubtfully at the several hotels in that vicinity. He knew that the Princeton athletes had had rooms engaged at the Fifth Avenue, but this thought was not in his mind at the moment.
"The Hoffman House," he was thinking, "is one of the most celebrated hotels in New York, and a place to which all strangers like to go."
As it was the time of year when days are short, it was already dark as night, although it was yet some time before the usual evening dinner hour.
Frank strolled across to the Hoffman House, and went in at the main entrance. A number of men were in the lobby, but apparently there were no students among them.
He went slowly past group after group, and turned at length to the barroom.
This place was famous at that time for its remarkable collection of valuable paintings and statuary; it was often referred to jocosely as the "art gallery." Every stranger in New York regarded it as one of the most interesting sights of the town.
It was pretty well filled with customers when Frank entered, but everything was quiet and orderly.
At the farther side of the room, and partly concealed by the bar, which took up the very middle, was a group of young men just on the point of leaving by the door that opens upon Twenty-fifth Street.
"Too bad you've got to hurry," one of them remarked in a pleasant voice.
"I'm overdue at the hotel already," said another, "and must get back before they become anxious about me."
Frank could not see the speaker, but he recognized the voice as that of Higgins.
"He has no business in here, confound him!" thought Frank, angrily. "No one but a freshman would go into a barroom even out of curiosity, at such a time as this."
He crossed the room, intending to speak to Higgins and walk back to the hotel with him, and give him some earnest advice on the way.
Higgins was a little in advance of the group as they went out, and so Frank did not catch up with him before they were all out upon the sidewalk.
He noticed that all the men who had been speaking with Higgins wore orange ribbons in their buttonholes, but it struck him, too, that somehow they did not look like students.
He had no time to reflect upon this doubt, for just as he stepped out upon the dark street he saw one of the crowd pretend to stumble and fall rather heavily against Higgins.
"I beg pardon," this man said, quickly.
"It's all right," Higgins responded, as he staggered to the curb under the force of the shove.
At that instant Frank saw another in the crowd making a movement which showed that he was going to trip Higgins and cause him to fall.
The attempt was not made, for acting instantly upon his impulse, Frank leaped from the doorway and caught the fellow a terrible blow upon the side of the face.
It sent him reeling halfway across the street before he finally lost his balance and fell full length.
The attack was so unexpected and sudden that most of the others in the group did not stir for a second.
There was one exception to this.
It was a man who had edged forward in order to make sure of tripping Higgins if the first man should fail, and he was so intent upon accomplishing this that he did not stop when Frank's form shot past him to attack the other.
Therefore when Frank wheeled about to defend himself in case the others should fall upon him, he saw this man just in the act of giving Higgins a violent kick upon the shins.
It was all happening so quickly that at this instant Higgins had just made his reply to the apology of the man who had shoved him, and was only beginning to regain his balance.
The kick in the shins did the business for him. He fell upon his hands and knees, and just then Frank struck out again.
He was never so thoroughly aroused in his life, and his blows fell like rain upon the Princeton man's face and chest. The latter would have suffered a square knockdown if he had not been standing so that he fell against his comrades.
The others, recovering a little from their first astonishment, made a feeble effort to close in on Frank, but it would have taken more than them to stop him then.
He beat them off vigorously, striking without mercy at any one who came within reach.
"Cheese it, there's a cop!" exclaimed one of the party suddenly, and they all took to their heels.
Higgins by this time had got up and was supporting himself against a lamp-post.
