“Won’t you tell me your name? You may be sure of my friendship. You need not fear to trust me.”
“I do not fear to trust you, for I am sure that a fellow with your grit is on the level; but I do not deserve your friendship, and I will not tell you my name. It makes no difference who I am. You may be sure I am of no account, or I would not be in with such a gang.”
“Why don’t you cut clear from them? You have the making of a man in you—you are a man! It is a mistake for you to be associating with such a crowd.”
“Perhaps you are right. I never thought much about that, but I shall think of it in the future. You have made me ashamed of myself to-night, Frank Merriwell; and I believe I shall turn over a new leaf.”
“I hope you will. If you ever need a friend, come to me. All you will have to do is to mention this time.”
“I believe you. Good-by.”
“Good-by.”
Thus they parted.