“How much money did yo’ say there was in it?”
“Fifty dollars.”
“Cash in advance?”
“Twenty-five in advance; twenty-five afterward.”
“I’ll do it. Where’s the letter an’ the money?”
“Wait. I don’t want anybody to see me give you the letter or the money. Let’s walk out here a piece where we’ll be alone.”
“All right.”
They made a strangely mated pair as they walked down the station-platform and passed round behind the freight-building.
“Here is the letter,” said Roland, as he took a square envelope from his pocket and passed it over to Cunningham.
On the envelope was written: “Mr. Frank Merriwell, kindness of Mr. Muldoon.”