“And it’s my opinion that Merriwell is a hustler,” said Havener.
“Well, he has received his instructions. You must be up in time to catch the early train out of here, Merriwell. It leaves at 5:45 A. M. That’s all. I shall not get a chance to talk with you any more, for I must see that everything is settled up here for the move in the morning. We take the seven o’clock train, you know.”
Haley was hustling Merriwell out of the room, when Frank calmly observed:
“There’s one thing you have forgotten, sir.”
“Eh? What’s that?”
“Transportation.”
“Hum! So I did. Ah—Mr. Hawkins, will you kindly attend to that?”
Mr. Hawkins looked sour and doubtful. Mr. Haley was bland and persuasive. In three minutes he had Hawkins feeling for his pocketbook; in five minutes he had secured the needed cash. The “angel’s” leg had been gently pulled once more.
When Frank again appeared in the office, a young man sitting near a window dropped his paper and got up quickly, a look of pleasure on his face. He rushed forward with outstretched hand.
“My dear boy!” he cried; “how delighted I am to see you again!”