“Indeed!”
“You used to think I was not such a bad fellow.”
“Perhaps I did not know you as well as I know you now.”
“It was not that. You did not know some one else.”
“Ah?”
“Yes, you did not know this tenderfoot with the swelled head.”
“Who is the tenderfoot with the swelled head?”
“Frank Merriwell.”
“Oh, I don’t know! He seems to be all right.”
Charlie twisted one end of his black mustache into his mouth and began to chew it in a savage manner.