As he ran quickly over in his mind the list of those who would
come under the head of suspicion, he put them aside, one after
another. It was certainly not Lef Seller or Bill Klemm; another
look, and he was just as positive that it could not be either Asa
Barnes or Tony Gilpin.

Perhaps, after all, this cunning spy might be some enthusiast from
Clifford, who, believing that his team had suffered through
treachery on the preceding Saturday, when Bellport overwhelmed
them, wished to even matters by picking up Columbia's signals.

"As if two wrongs ever yet made a right," said Frank bitterly, as
he continued to chase after the unknown.

He was gaining rapidly. Still, in order to do so, he had to keep
his eyes fixed for the most part on the moving figure ahead, and
in this way was unable to properly watch his footsteps.

Consequently, it was not at all surprising when he suddenly
stepped on a stick that broke with a sharp twang. And, before he
could dodge behind a tree, the fellow beyond had turned his head.

Frank knew instantly that he was discovered. He had stood
perfectly still, in the hope that he might escape observation; but
when he saw the other take to his heels, he realized that it was
now destined to be a stern chase. So he, too, started to run at
top speed, which meant a hot pace, since Frank was something of a
sprinter on the cinder path.