Lawrence was confused for a single instant, and then he laughed pleasantly.
"My dear boy," he murmured, "you quite misunderstand me. You have a right to do as you like with your money. Of course you might not have given anything away to Riddle, but you didn't know him, and the fellow is pretty clever, as you must acknowledge."
"Clever as he was, he did not get the best of me when he attempted to stick up King's play bills in the place of ours."
"That's right, Merriwell. You showed you could hustle when you were out ahead of the show. The notices you got into the papers were simply great."
Frank understood the flattery of Lawrence's words and manner.
"I think we understand each other pretty well," he said, quietly.
"Well, I don't suppose you will hold any hard feelings?"
"Why should I?"
"That's it, why should you?"