Frank Merriwell was busy writing in his room. It was the night following the incidents just related, and the hour was late. So intent was he upon his work that he did not hear the first knock on his door. After a time the knock was repeated.
Merry gathered up the scattered pages of manuscript before crossing the room and opening the door.
Dade Morgan stood outside.
“Hello, Morgan!” exclaimed Frank, when he saw who was there. “Will you come in?”
“Yes,” said Morgan, “if you do not object. I wish to have a little talk with you. Did I disturb you at your studies?”
“No; I have completed studying for to-night.”
“Writing letters?”
“No. I was writing a——” Frank checked himself. “I was writing for my own present amusement,” he declared.
“Queer occupation,” commented Morgan, with a deep look at Merry. “Fellow seldom writes for amusement. But you are different from most fellows.”
“Thank you,” said Merry. “I think I may return the compliment. Take a chair.”