“Then you were there? But you were not in your place.”
“If I had been, they would have seen that one college man did not rise when Merriwell’s name was called.”
“And you would have brought on yourself the scorn of every one. Can’t you see that by his generosity, his fine character, and manliness, he has risen far above you?”
“No! I see that he has a trick of fooling everybody but me. He can make his enemies forget that they were once enemies, but I am not like the others. I want to tell you something, Oll. You think Merriwell has triumphed, but you are wrong. I am the one who has triumphed, though no one save myself knows it. Some time Merriwell shall know, and then he will realize that one of his enemies was more than a match for him.”
“What do you mean?” asked Oliver, amazed. “Are you crazy?”
“Never mind what I mean, but I speak the truth. I have triumphed, and Merriwell is my victim. I’ll talk no more about it, so you may as well close your face.”
And Oliver could get nothing further from his brother.
CHAPTER VII.
THE END COMES.
The day of graduation came. The sun shone bright and clear on this great day in the life of Frank Merriwell, but still that feeling of sadness was lingering in his heart, for he felt that he was bidding farewell to his dear home.
Frank had competed to be a Townsend teacher, and he had been chosen one of the fortunate six who were to speak for the DeForest gold medal.