Then he turned and looked down at the man once more.
“In at the death!” he grimly said.
CHAPTER XXVIII—A CHANGE OF SCENE
With the death of Wade, the paid tool of Stephen Fenton, the latter took alarm and disappeared from Springbrook Farm, leaving a clear field to Harry Harden.
Before leaving Springbrook, Frank was forced to repeat the story of the hunt so many times that he became heartily tired of it. He was also tired of being regarded as a hero, and hearing compliments from all sides. A less level-headed lad might have become inflated with his own importance, but “swelled head” was a disease that never secured a hold on Frank Merriwell.
But the boys all voted that they had enjoyed themselves hugely at Springbrook, and each and every one of them was forced to promise that it would not be the last visit to the place.
They might have remained longer, as it was, but the fall term of college was at hand, and several of them were impatient to return to dear Old Yale.
“I want to get back and take a rest,” said Browning. “A big, long rest. I think I need it.”
“Did you ever see the time you didn’t rest a need—I mean, need a rest?” cried Harry.
“Are we to go right straight through to New York?” questioned Jack.