“Do you feel shaky?”
“Not a bit.”
“That’s good! You will do it!”
Frank saw that the stage-manager was giving him all the encouragement possible.
Havener himself was playing a part, but he had very little business on the stage with Merriwell.
Cassie soon came round and congratulated Frank.
“Merriwell, my boy, you did it great!” declared the little soubrette. “I was proud of you. You made a splendid appearance. If I wasn’t stuck on Ross, I’d be head over heels in love with you this minute.”
“Don’t make me blush, Cassie!” protested Frank, embarrassed.
“Oh, I ain’t giving you taffy; this is straight goods. I saw Dunton watching you. His face was like a thundercloud, and he glared as if he longed to kill you. Didn’t you see him?”
“No.”