But the revolver was still in Merriwell’s hand, and, somehow, its muzzle wandered around, and stopped when it covered Rolf.
The accused lad literally gnashed his teeth.
The others were aghast for a moment, and then Kent Spencer seriously said:
“Look here, sir, you will have to prove that charge. Otherwise, you will find you have made a big mistake in accusing a gentleman of being a blackguard.”
“I can prove it without a struggle,” assured Frank.
“How?”
“In several ways. To begin with, I am a student at Yale myself. It was in New Haven I first met this crook. I exposed him when he was bleeding some of my friends by playing poker with them and using marked cards.”
“A lie!” Harlow almost screamed; “a vile lie!”
“It is the truth,” asserted Jack Diamond. “I was in that game. Harlow beat me, and he would have beaten me worse but for Mr. Merriwell.”
“Mr. Who?” Spencer shouted.