On first reading this brief communication Buckhart looked relieved and delighted, but in a few minutes the shadow returned to his face, and it seemed deeper than ever. Dick noted this and questioned him as to the cause of it.
“Oh, nothing,” answered the Texan somewhat gruffly.
“But it is something. I thought you would be pleased to hear from Nadia?”
“I am.”
“You look it!” said Merriwell sarcastically. “Here you have been worrying because she did not meet us, and now that you know where she is you put on a face like a funeral.”
“It’s all right,” muttered Brad, failing to meet his companion’s eye. “It’s all right! I don’t care!”
“What’s all right? What is it you don’t care about?”
“She didn’t have to write to me! She had a right to address the letter to you if she wished.”
Suddenly the truth dawned on Dick; Brad was hurt because Nadia had not addressed the letter to him.
“Well, you’re the limit for silliness!” Dick exclaimed.