Forest’s face showed his earnestness, and Frank Merriwell wondered still more at the marvelous change in the youth. At the same time, Merriwell was greatly interested, feeling within himself a growing desire to see and know something of the men and the life of which Fred was speaking.
“That is stronger still,” said Diamond.
“It’s a pipe dream,” muttered Browning. “Here, Forest, have a cigar to soothe your nerves. The weed is all right. Didn’t buy it here; brought it with me.”
He took out a case and offered Fred a selection.
Forest drew back, lifting his hand.
“Thank you,” he said; “I do not smoke.”
“What? Why, you were said to have all sorts of habits at college.”
“I think I did have them all, but I have quit smoking, drinking and spending money foolishly for anything. It was necessary to economize, you know.”
“I’ll be hanged!” snorted the big fellow.