He managed to pass her, but Buckhart paused to say:
“Well, I should opine not! Why, confound it! I told you once that this yere pard of mine has money enough to buy up your old husband’s railroads and run ’em! Money! Why, when he comes of age he’ll have it to burn in an open grate instead of coal! Money! Don’t insult him by——”
“Brad!” said Dick sharply; “that will do! Come!”
“All right,” said Buckhart, regretfully following young Merriwell. “But I wasn’t half done with her. I was just getting round to say over my opinion of her, and I reckon I’d sure rumpled her fur some.”
“Never mind,” said Dick. “We’ve got other things to think of besides that woman.”
“Don’t you worry none whatever about arrest,” said the Texan. “She’ll not be that big a fool.”
“I hope not,” said Dick.
As Dick said, he had other things to occupy his mind. He was bound to win the game that afternoon and teach Franklin a lesson.
Midday had passed and Dick was entering the gymnasium to prepare for the game when a boy on a bicycle hailed him. He stopped, frowning a little as the boy came up swiftly, for he half-fancied it was some one sent by Mrs. Arlington. As the lad drew near, however, Dick suddenly recognized him. It was Sammy—Sammy of Hudsonville, on a brand-new wheel! Sammy was laughing as he jumped off.
“I wanted you to see the wheel Mr. Arlington sent me in place of the old one,” he said. “I’ve ridden over here on it to thank Miss Arlington and to see the football-game. I’m going to root for you in the game. Say, ain’t this wheel a peach?”