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When you see a bad man who does none of these things, it is so unusual that you immediately look on him as a representative of his kind." Art nodded. "Perhaps that's so," he acknowledged. "Of course, I do know men who have no vices, and who are good fellows. I swear, Merriwell, you've almost converted me." Frank smiled. "Would that I might wholly convert you!" he exclaimed.
Bart was not a little worried over Frank, for he saw how the lad had changed in a short time, but he hoped that Merriwell would come round in time, and be his old jolly self. That evening, a short while before taps, Frank asked: "I suppose it is another card party to-night?" "Yes," replied Bart, "a few of us are going to get together." "Will Snell be there?" "I presume so." No more was said.
Bloodgood stepped out, turned round, laughed, and then walked away. "Hang it, Merriwell!" grated Diamond, as Frank closed the door; "why didn't you let me kick him out onto his neck!" Diamond was thoroughly angry. So was Rattleton. In his excitement, Harry said something that caused Frank to turn quickly, and observe: "Don't use that kind of language, old man, no matter what the provocation.
Ditson will represent me." Roland Ditson pressed forward. He was a loud-voiced youth who wore loud clothes and sported a large amount of jewelry. "Name your second, Merriwell," he said in an authoritative way. "We want to settle this matter as soon as possible." Frank named Harry, and the seconds conferred together. Merriwell sat down and coolly awaited the result, with his hands in his pockets.
"That letter didn't give me all the information I desired," continued Snell, "but I found I had a friend living in a town adjoining the one Merriwell hails from, so I wrote and asked him to find out a few things for me. He rode over on his wheel, and found out what I have told you." "Why, you are a regular detective, old man!" "Merriwell's mother," continued Wat, "has been dead several years.
Dot Vrankie Merrivell vos a taisy, undt he don'd peen afrait a show to gif anypody. You vait till I tell him vot dose fellers say. I pet me your life he vill gome aroundt bretty kuveek righdt avay." "Oh, don't say anything about it!" exclaimed Snell, as if he really wished Hans to keep silent. "Merriwell knows his business. His friends will stand up for him, no matter what others may say."
"I came right up, Arthur, my dear friend," he laughed, showing his handsome teeth as he entered. "That was right," said Hatch. "Let me introduce you to Mr. Merriwell, Carlos. Mr. Merriwell, the friend I mentioned, Mr. Mendoza." The young Mexican straightened up, and looked at Merry with an expression of the keenest interest. "Mr. Merriwell," he said, "I am happy to know you.
"I want the road, and it would be of great benefit to me," confessed Merriwell; "but not even to obtain that benefit and advantage will I permit the road to be constructed in a manner that I regard as criminal from start to finish." "You talk about not permitting it, young man. In case we decide to build, I don't see how your permission or your refusal will have the slightest effect on us.
Oi towld him a man dhropped inther thot well moight shtay there an' rot widout ivver bein' found. That wur pwhere he meant to dispose av you, Misther Merriwell. Afther that it was yersilf thot saved me loife at Sarrynack Lake.
"You are an insolent lot of young ruffians!" he snapped, "and Merriwell is the biggest ruffian of you all!" "Back it up! back it up!" "I can!" "Why don't you?" "I will when the right time comes." "What's the matter with this for the right time?" "No! no! Turn to the right and let us pass now. We will see you again." "We see you now, and we are going to raise you the limit."
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