There was a great catching of breaths.
Lawrence caught Dunton by the arm.
"He's a mark!" whispered the leading man. "He's stage-struck, and we can get that five hundred behind us without a struggle. Talk about angels! Here's one!"
Then Lawrence pushed his way forward and grasped Frank's hand.
"I congratulate you, old man!" he said, in a most friendly manner. "Not many chaps could have done that. You're a hummer! If you want to back a company, here's one ready organized for you. I rather think we'll let you back us."
That was too much for Cassie Lee to stand. Her eyes glittered, and she surveyed Lawrence scornfully.
"You've changed your mind mighty quick!" she cried. "Little while ago you was saying we didn't want Merriwell anyhow, and now you are eager enough to get him in, when you find he's got a little money. But I don't guess you'll fool him that way. He ain't going to be the angel for this gang."
"Oh, you know I was joking, Cassie," laughed Lawrence, lightly and easily, not disturbed in the least. "I've always regarded Merriwell with the most friendly feelings."
"Your friendship is good just as long as the other feller's money holds out. When that's gone, your friendship gits cold in a hurry."
"You do me a great injustice, Cassie, but I have nothing more to say about it. Of course Merriwell will do as he pleases with his money."