Merry had hustled since striking town, accomplishing a great deal in a remarkably short space of time.
Frank ate heartily, for he had a good appetite.
Riddle finished first, and he was waiting for Frank in the office, smoking a good cigar.
“You seem full of business, Merriwell,” he observed.
“Yes,” answered Frank, shortly, and tried to move on.
“What are you doing?”
“Attending to my business.”
“Don’t be crusty, old fellow. We’re in the same line, and there’s no reason why we should snarl at each other. I don’t see where you are going to get board room for your paper in this town. Our stuff is up on everything.”
“I’ll find room enough,” declared Frank, grimly.
“Then you’ll have to put up new boards.”