“It looks like a young cannon, doesn’t it?” smiled Dick, as he procured a sheet of wrapping paper and carefully wrapped the pistol.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I’m going to return it to its owner. Remember he that is devoured by much inquisitiveness causeth disturbance.”
Carrying the carefully wrapped pistol under his arm, Dick knocked at the door of Mike Lynch’s room. Mike was on the point of going out. He flushed as Merriwell entered.
“Here’s that pistol you asked for,” said Dick, handing the weapon over. “Here are also the silver bullets. What do you propose to do with these things?”
“So you got my letter, did you?”
“Yes, I received it.”
“And read it?”
“Every word.”
“I’m going to hang this pistol on the wall yonder. I’m going to keep it there as a reminder of my pledge to you. It will be a warning of what my folly led me into. It will also remind me of your generosity toward me. That letter ought to convince you that I mean business when I say I’ve turned over a new leaf.”