“She did.”
“Well, you are dead lucky! Such a girl is not worth thinking about! Don’t let that break you up, Hodge.”
“Wait,” said Bart. “I have not told you all.”
“Go on.”
“I was arrested in one of the most notorious gambling houses in Carson.”
It was plain that the confession cost Hodge much, for his shame was evident, and he hastily added:
“Give it to me, Merriwell! I deserve it! Blow me up!”
“I shall do nothing of the kind,” said Frank, slowly, “although I am very sorry to hear what you have told me. Were you in that house to play?”
“Yes.”
“That is the bad part of it, for you know you can’t let gambling alone once you get at it. I had hoped you were free of your old bad habits.”