“I don’t see that I have made much out of this,” he thought savagely. “I have simply smoothed out things for Merriwell and left myself in a hole. But I won’t give it up! I am not beaten yet. I will trap Mr. Darrell if I live long enough.”
Zona appeared at his side.
“Come Mr. Thundercloud,” she laughed. “Why, you’re the picture of tragedy and revenge! Don’t let anybody get onto it.”
“What do I care for this bunch of flubs!” he exclaimed.
“We’re the only ones left,” reminded Zona, as Billy escorted the little dark-eyed girl from the room. “Aren’t you coming?”
“No!”
“You’re not? What are you going to do?”
“I am going upstairs,” said Chet. “I have got a headache.”
Although she urged him not to do this, he persisted, and to her chagrin she was left to enter the dining room alone. June met her at the door.
“I was just looking for you,” she said. “Where is Chester?”