“Well, the fellow who has anything to do with him will be regarded as no better than he is.”
They had passed Hooker, who looked lonesome enough. Frank’s heart was touched by his wretched appearance.
“And so no one has the moral courage to give him a helping hand and a word of cheer,” said Merriwell. “I’m glad I’ve learned something about him. Excuse me, gentlemen.”
“Why, where are you going?”
“I’m going back to see Hooker,” said Merry, turning square about.
“Hold on!” exclaimed Harry. “What’s the use to——Well, that’s just like him!”
“Yes,” growled Bruce, with a tired air; “you might have known he’d do it!”
“Well, where does my ten dollars come in?” sighed Jones.
“You’ll have to wait for it till Merriwell gets through with Hooker,” grinned Stubbs.
“And then Hooker may have it,” said Griswold. “You’re up against it, Jones.”