He was speaking to Jack and the pretty girl. Diamond gave her a glance, and she smiled again.
“Shall we dance?” he asked.
She bowed. He rose instantly, and she accepted his arm. Frank Merriwell nearly “dropped dead” when he saw the haughty Virginian lead the girl onto the floor.
CHAPTER XX.
THE FIGHT.
The figure of the dance was new to Jack, but the girl was perfectly acquainted with it, and she piloted him at first, till he caught on, for it proved simple enough.
She was a graceful dancer. Jack found opportunities to converse with her. At first she was rather reticent, but he drew her out, and he was surprised to find her an agreeable and intelligent talker. He introduced himself, and she told him her name was Jennie Wren. She said her father had been to Virginia to get out ship timber, but she had never been farther away than Boston.
“Boston is a splendid city,” said Jack. “I haven’t been able to spend much time there.”
“I spent several months there,” she declared.