“You—you’ve what?” he yelled.
“Got the money,” asserted Frank.
“Where?” shouted Bart.
“Right here.”
“May I be tickled to death by muskeeters!” gasped Gallup.
“Got two thousand dollars?” said Hodge. “Oh, come off, Merriwell! You are carrying this thing too far now!”
“Just take a look at this piece of paper,” invited Frank, as he passed over the check he had received from Horace Hobson.
Bart took it, he looked at it, he was stricken dumb.
Gallup looked over Bart’s shoulder. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulged from his head, and he could not utter a sound.
“How do you like the looks of it?” smiled Merry.