“For my sake?” cried Inza, in great surprise.
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“You know I had trouble with that fellow Merriwell.”
The dark eyes of the girl flashed.
“‘That fellow Merriwell!’” she exclaimed. “I do not like the manner in which you refer to him.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“You had better!”
“I couldn’t help saying it. You know I had trouble with him.”
“Which was your own fault.”