Frank Merriwell caught the eye of a good-looking girl, smiled at her, received a smile in return, and then, seeing there was no floor manager, lost no time in introducing himself and asking her to dance.
Jack was left alone, with the prettiest girl in the hall sitting near him.
A young man in good clothes and looking rather intelligent approached the girl and said:
“Aren’t you going to dance with me once, Jennie?”
“Oh! Bill, I don’t dare to!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t dare?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“He is here, and he says——”
“I don’t care what he says!” exclaimed the young man, fiercely. “I’m not afraid of him!”