“Yes.”
“For what?”
“For getting them into this scrape.”
“I don’t see how they can blame me.”
There came a sound of feet outside and a bang on the door, which was flung open before Frank could reach it. Into the room stalked Granville Garland, followed by the remainder of the company. Plainly all were excited.
“Well, Mr. Merriwell,” said Garland, assuming an accusing manner and striking a stage pose, “we are here.”
“So I see,” nodded Frank, calmly. “What’s the matter?”
“You engaged us to fill parts in your play.”
“I did.”
“We hold contracts with you.”