“That other? What other?”
“Her half-sister.”
“Isa Isban?”
“Yes.”
“You met Isa?”
“In Sacramento.”
“And she looks as she did long ago—just as handsome?”
“A hundred times more so!” cried Bart, his eyes kindling and a flush suffusing his cheeks. “Merriwell, she is the handsomest girl I ever knew!”
Frank whistled, regarding Bart searchingly and uneasily.
“What’s this? what’s this?” he exclaimed. “What has she been doing with you? Why, hang me if I don’t believe—I know you were hard hit by her!”