"Yes, let me!" urged the spy just as eagerly. "I’ll agree to lick that fellow in one minute!"
"Why, you poor, onery scrub!" exclaimed Buckhart, "he’d knock the hay out of you in about ten seconds! You don’t know what you’re talking about! That’s Dick Merriwell, and I allow he can whip four times his weight in mountain lions!"
"I don’t care who he is! He hit me, and I’ll settle with him for that!"
"Stop that fighting-talk now," ordered Frank Merriwell, "and explain how you happened to be in this room."
"Why, I just walked in. Saw the door open and sauntered in."
"What for?"
"To look at the place."
"Mighty interesting place to look at!" sneered the Texan Maverick incredulously.
"What were you doing under that bench?"
"Nothing in particular."