“I am not sure you will be allowed to take part in these things, but I will find out about it.”
Then, lifting his hat to Inza and nodding to Frank, he strode away. The girl watched his retreating figure, and Frank watched her face.
“I don’t care, I won’t believe it of him!” she exclaimed. “No matter what Dan Carver says, I feel sure Swiftwing is a noble fellow.”
“I am afraid, Inza, you are getting altogether too interested in him,” said Frank, reproof in his voice.
She turned on him swiftly, indignation and surprise showing on her face and in her eyes.
“What do you mean to insinuate?” she flashed.
“Now, don’t flare up like that, Inza!” urged Merry. “It is for your good that I wish to caution you.”
“Oh, indeed!”
“Yes, indeed. I fear your admiration for John Swiftwing may lead you to treat him with such friendliness that he may mistake your motives.”
“Frank Merriwell!” she cried; “I did not think this of you!”