“Oh, say!” snapped Harry. “There isn’t anything to laugh about. I am in earnest. Now, look here, Frank, I want to tell you something. By chance I heard some of your particular admirers talking about you.”
“Who were they?”
“Gordan, Gooch, Pooler, Paulding and Marline.”
“Marline’s all right.”
“I should think so!” burst forth Harry. “He’s the fellow who was going to kill you!”
“In a fair duel.”
“Oh, he’s a bloodthirsty dog!”
“He has seemed friendly enough since our encounter.”
“Hasn’t dared be any other way. He was in the gang, and he doesn’t like you any too much. He thinks you are holding your head too high, and he’d like to see you taken down several pegs.”
“Well, what were they saying?”