“It is not the first time you have saved me from injury or death. I have much to thank you for, Mr. Merriwell.”
“Mr. Merriwell! Once you were not so formal.”
“Forgive me, Frank!” she cried, impulsively. “I know I am mean and horrid. I had no right to treat you so, but—but——”
“Never mind explaining it here, Inza,” said the boy, swiftly, knowing they were watched by curious eyes, and that there were listening ears close at hand. “You may tell me later. Of course you will permit me to call now?”
“Of course. Here, take this card. It has my address written upon it. I shall be pleased to see you at any time.”
“This afternoon?”
“If you like.”
“I will call.”
“Very well.”
“What hour?”