“You are a fatalist.”
“Yes.”
“Then, if what you believe is true, he will not be killed unless it is his time to die. If it is his time, nothing can save him.”
“That is just the size of it.”
“Then he may as well make the attempt.”
Jack was not cold-blooded, but he seemed to have imbibed some of Merriwell’s coolness now.
Having drawn on the boots, Frank took off his coat and vest and cast them aside, throwing his cap upon them.
“Bring me an ax.”
One was quickly furnished him.