“You’re crazy!” sneered Fillmore.
But suddenly he found himself looked on with aversion by Merriwell’s companions, who began to mutter among themselves. Their black looks and ominous behavior alarmed him.
“I believe the fools are going to jump on me!” he thought.
Fear overcame him, and he made haste to get out of the room and the building, leaving Hashi to follow when he would.
Although he had not broken Frank Merriwell’s leg, Hashi had the five hundred dollars.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE OLD HOME.
The town of Bloomfield was agog. Strange things were transpiring there, and gossip was busy.
Old Jacob Worthen, the richest man in town, known to be a miserly old curmudgeon, came knocking along the wooden sidewalk with his crooked cane.