“Oh, say! I think I tumble. It is a case of lovers’ quarrel. Now, now, now! Don’t be foolish, my boy! It will come out all right. You know true love persistently refuses to run smooth. You’ll make it all up in time.”
Hodge grinned, but there was nothing of mirth in the expression. It seemed to Frank as if some wild animal had shown its teeth.
“Oh, yes, it will come out all right!” he sneered. “We’ll make it all up in time! It’s too late, Merriwell.”
“You think so, that’s all.”
“I know so. She’s married!”
Frank gasped.
“Married?”
“Yes.”
“Married? Why, she is a mere girl! And you—where do you come in?”
“I’m not in it, and I think I’m lucky. That’s not worrying me.”