She did not doubt him then, and she saw that the character of Frank Merriwell was one to be admired, his one concern being for perfect and complete justice, even though by justice he might be the sufferer. Inwardly she was struck with the conviction that her father seldom made inquiry into the justice of any project he wished to carry through, his one concern being to accomplish his ends by any method whatever, so long as it did not involve him in difficulties of a nature too serious.
"Mr. Merriwell," she said quickly, "you must leave Holbrook just as soon as you can!"
"Why?"
"The man who tried to shoot you is here—the man with the wicked face and evil eyes."
"I am not given to running away from one man."
"It's not that. He is an assassin! See how he tried to kill you without giving you a show! You don't know what moment he may try it again. If he were to meet you face to face it would be different. You cannot defend yourself from attacks in the dark. You have no show."
"Well, there is some truth in that," smiled Merry.
"He will attack you that way again. I know it! He will strike at you from behind."
"Possibly."