“No; of course not.”
“I am going to ask Frank Merriwell’s pardon on my knees! I will do it now!”
Both Mabel and Bessie were so astonished that they could hardly speak. The idea of Fanny Darling getting on her knees to any one was utterly preposterous. But there seemed a most astonishing change in her, and now she started to find Frank.
But Frank was gone. Charlie Creighton came in and told the girls that Frank and Bart had departed to their hotel.
“Oh, it’s too bad!” cried Fanny. “I should have gone to him at once, but truly I was so ashamed that I could not face him. Tell me, Charlie, was he burned much?”
“Well, the doctor could not tell just how severe the burns on his hands might prove to be.”
“Well, the very next time I see him I’ll do my best to let him know I appreciate his heroism,” said Fanny.
In the meantime Frank and Bart had taken a car and were on their way to the Continental. Bart showed considerable agitation concerning Merry’s hands.
“I hope you will not be knocked out so you’ll be unable to go in for athletics the same as usual this fall, Merry,” said Hodge. “What would the Yale eleven do without you?”
“They would get some other man equally as good,” smiled Frank.