“Let me fale ’em,” said O’Farrel, reaching out.
“Wait a bit,” said Frank, putting the money behind his back. “There is a condition. You can do a certain person a favor.”
“Oi thought there wur something behind all thot. Pwhat shall Oi do?”
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“Kape me mouth shut? How?”
“About the manner in which you were hurt. Tumble? Catch on?”
O’Farrel looked doubtful.
“Oi dunno,” he confessed. “Will ye be afther makin’ it a bit plainer?”
“That’s easy. Certain persons in New Haven—friends to you—are interested in the chaps who were concerned in this unfortunate affair. They are also interested in you. They do not wish you to bring harm to the students, and they do not wish you to be at any loss on account of that unfortunate encounter.”
The injured man looked still more bewildered.