“I will attend to the paying for it. Here, Rattleton.”
Harry came out from the group of students, who were not laughing now, but were looking on in wonder, which was not unmixed with shame.
“Call a cab, Rattleton,” directed Frank. “This poor woman has hurt herself, and she cannot walk.”
Harry hastened away to procure a cab, with which he quickly returned. Then Frank Merriwell actually lifted the withered old woman in his strong arms and placed her inside the cab. She seemed almost as light as a feather to him, and he felt his heart throb with pity for her.
“Don’t put me in there and leave me to pay!” pleaded the woman. “I ain’t got no money, and the driver would have me arrested.”
“Don’t worry about that,” said Frank. “I will attend to it. Where do you live?”
She told him, and he gave the driver directions, after which he turned to Rattleton, saying:
“Come, let’s see her home, old man. Get in.”
They both got into the cab with Mother Muggs, the door slammed, and the cab rolled away, leaving a dozen college men staring after it, silent, shamefaced, awed.
They had been given a glimpse of Frank Merriwell’s heart!