“Don’t I?”
“Do you?”
“It looks like it. I saw them together down there.”
“I believe you lie!” grated Hal. “Why, Doris told me herself——”
Chester began to laugh.
“So she told you she would never have anything more to do with Merriwell, did she? Ha! ha! She probably thought so then; but you know how he fascinates the girls. They can’t resist him. He is a perfect sneak! He charms them!”
“Your sister——”
“Now don’t say a word about her!” harshly exclaimed Chester, in a low tone. “I’d give fifty dollars to have her here now so I could show her! I have done everything possible to break her foolish friendship with that fellow.”
Darrell felt his blood burning hot in his veins. His admiration for Doris had remained unchanged through everything, but the manner in which he believed she had “turned him down” for Dick had made him bitter and morose. At last her eyes had been opened to the fact that Merriwell admired June Arlington more than any one else, and again she had turned to Darrell. This had filled him with deepest satisfaction, and over and over he vowed Merriwell should never again interfere between them.
Now—now, what if they had met by appointment at the bridge!