“Denton Frost is the representative of this club. They say he is a wonder.”
“Yes, I know about him. He’s a good man, too. Here’s hoping you have luck.”
Bart Hodge had been wandering around. He came back to Merry after a while.
“Manton is here,” he said, in a low tone.
“Is he?”
“Yes. He’s looking pretty well, too. Shows scarcely a mark.”
“Well, I’m looking for no further trouble from him.”
“I don’t think he’ll tackle you personally, although I have no doubt that he would enjoy cutting your throat.”
A little later Wallace Grafter, accompanied by a thickset, florid-faced, baldheaded man, came upon Merry.