“I know it,” sneered Glanworth.
“Very well. You should be well satisfied.”
Then Frank turned to Inza, to whom he spoke a few words, after which he lifted his cap, reined about, and rode away.
He was well satisfied with the result of his adventure on Rotten Row.
CHAPTER XXVII.
PROPERLY PUNISHED.
That afternoon Frank called on Inza in Warrington Terrace, where Bernard Burrage was stopping.
Mr. Burrage, who was an invalid, greeted the boy pleasantly.
“I am pleased to meet you again, Mr. Merriwell,” he said. “And I thank you for the service you rendered my daughter this forenoon. You will pardon me if I do not rise from my chair. The old trouble, you know.”
“I hoped to see you much improved in health, Mr. Burrage,” said the boy, with an air that stamped his words as more than superficial politeness. “Did you not find the climate agreed with you in the Southern States?”