“Not at all,” he hastened to say. “I assure you that it was entirely on account of my awkwardness.”
He was about to pass on, but her gloved hand fell on his arm, and she said:
“I wish to speak with you, Mr. Merriwell.”
“You know me?” exclaimed Frank, surprised.
“Indeed, I do. Why should I not? All Denver knows you to-day.”
“Am I so famous as that?” smiled Merry. “I fear you flatter, madam.”
“It is not flattery. You must not doubt my sincerity.”
“Very well, I will not; but you must speak hastily, for I have a train to catch in an hour and thirty minutes, and I haven’t too much time to attend to all I have to do.”
“But you must give me a little of your time—you really must,” she said, persuasively, putting her hand on his arm again. “If you will come with me—please do!”
“Where?”