CHAPTER XX.
RATTLETON’S WARNING.
Hodge felt no little curiosity to know what those conditions were, but, as Merriwell did not show an inclination to state them, he refrained from asking questions.
Bart had begun to understand Frank very well, and he could tell when Merry wished to talk and when he chose to be silent. With rare good judgment, Hodge seldom attempted to induce Frank to talk when he showed a disposition to be reticent.
Merriwell rolled down his sleeve and picked up his coat. He felt that he had practiced quite enough for the time.
Just then Harry Rattleton entered the park and approached hurriedly, his face betraying no small amount of excitement.
“I want to Merry you, see—I mean I want to see you, Merry,” he spluttered.
“All right,” smiled Frank. “Here I am. Take a good look at me.”
“Want to tell you something.”
“I will listen.”