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In the old days at Yale, Dade had been for a time Frank's bitterest enemy, having been taught from early boyhood by his uncle and guardian to loathe the very name of Merriwell; but in the end Merry's manliness, bravery, generosity, and nobility had conquered Morgan's hatred and had finally made the fellow Frank's friend. Starbright was right in saying Dade Morgan was proud and high-strung.
He felt touched as she said this, and glancing at her, said to himself that he was indeed in luck to have secured so priceless a woman as his wife. "We have had happy times together, Cyril," she said, returning his glance. "Yes, Sylvia," he answered, and once again he thought of Merry's face. "Nothing can alter that," she continued. "Nothing, my love," he said.
"Who could have done such a thing?" "Somebody who came from this room!" rang out Merry's clear voice. "This shall be investigated!" declared the engineer. "Look around! See if you can find the man who attacked you. The only ones here are myself, Mr. Gregory, and the wipers." "I want a look at those wipers," said Frank. "You shall have it. Mr.
"Ha!" panted Del Norte, as he was flung back by a surge of Merry's powerful arm. "Next time, gringo next time!" He was at Frank again in a twinkling, but once more the young American met and baffled him. Out of the shadows stalked Red Ben, holding his rifle in both hands and standing near as if ready to use it in a twinkling.
Even Roxy expressed her pleasure in seeing "things kind of spruced up," and Merry's gentle treatment of the hard-working drudge won her heart entirely.
Of Merry's remaining firm and faithful he had no doubt; and although he acknowledged the escape of the peddler boy, he urged that the lad had seen no other of his party besides himself, whom he mistook for a common marauder.
"Oh, you're defiant, I see, Señor Gringo!" snarled Merry's enemy. "Soon I will make you groan with agony. Your sweet señorita is near in this very cave, but you shall not see her. She is guarded by one of my faithful ones. When I take her from here we'll leave your lifeless carcass behind. Have you still a grain of hope in your soul? Cast it away.
Merry afterwards threw in his lot with the French Revolution, and died in America. He married, as Lamb says, Elizabeth Brunton, an excellent tragic actress, in 1791. But that was in England. The journey to America came later. The story of Merry's avoidance of the lady of his first choice is probably true.
"Thot's the stuff! It's a diclaration of indepindince! Oi wonder who'll be at the reunion, Ephie?" "I dunno," answered Gallup, shaking his head. "Merry's telegram said there'd be a lot of the old flock there. I'll be all-fired glad to see 'em. Wonder how the fellers have prospered. I hope they've all done as well as we have, Barney."
Where are you going?" "Out," replied Tom briefly. "But what's the news?" "Better not go," advised George, speaking more composedly now. "There's been a lot of fellows cutting for it to-night, and just before I came in a bunch was rounded up by the proctor, and rushed to Merry's office. I just escaped. Don't you take a chance, Tom." "No, I guess I'd better not.
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