“Merriwell,” he said, huskily, “I never knew what a blamed cheap cuss I am! You are a white man! You would have served me right if you had blown the whole thing. I can’t see why you didn’t. I don’t expect friendship from you—I wouldn’t accept it; but I don’t think you and I will have any more trouble.”
Then he turned and walked quickly away.
CHAPTER XX.
BARNABY HALEY RECEIVES A TELEGRAM.
“Barnaby Haley——”
“Here! That’s my name.”
“Telegram, sir.”
“Let’s have it.”
“Thirty cents, collect.”
“Who’s it from?”