“I have seen him. He is well known in town. His name is Moran.”
“Yes, that’s my name,” acknowledged the fellow. “Where are the others? Where’s my gang?”
“The whole bunch stampeded,” answered Brad.
Moran was surprised and disgusted.
“They’re a fine lot,” he muttered. “Look here! what sort of a slugger did I go against? Arlington told me the fellow would be easy.”
“Well, you’re a fine specimen,” growled the Texan. “Whatever were you trying to celebrate?”
“I got the coin, and I reckon I earned it, too,” was the retort.
“So Arlington paid you for this job, did he?” questioned Dick.
“Sure thing! But I made a mistake. I put the price too low.”
Merriwell’s indignation was unbounded.