“But you see now what dangers beset you. In a moment, when you know not, death may descend upon you. Your enemies believe you are dangerous to them. You cannot convince them otherwise.”
“Come, Frank!” urged Diamond. “You know I am not a coward, but this business is altogether too much. You can’t fight such sneaking and dastardly foes. A brave man hates to retreat, but foolish persistence is not bravery.”
Frank actually laughed aloud.
“This is the first time on record that Jack Diamond ever gave anybody such counsel,” he declared. “If he were in my shoes, I’ll wager he would be stubborn enough to stick right here, no matter what came.”
“Oh, no!” cried Jack. “I can fight an enemy that comes out into the open, but I want nothing of the kind that skulks and sneaks.”
“What will you do?” asked Mr. Noname, his eyes fixed on Frank’s face.
“Think it over till to-morrow,” was the answer. “Give me the fan.”
“No; I shall keep it.”
Frank was disappointed.
“It is a thing I should prize.”