Frank Merriwell's Own Company; Or, Barnstorming in the Middle West

by Burt L. Standish

CHAPTER XVIII. HAVENER'S DISCOVERY.

That night, after the show, Frank had reached the office of the hotel when a man appeared and said:

"I want to see the feller that threw me out of the hall to-night.

"Won't somebody jest p'int him out to me?"

"Skip, Merriwell," advised Sargent. "He's come loaded for you, and there will be a hot time if he sees you."

But Frank did not skip.

"I am the one who threw you out of the hall, sir," he said, stepping forward.

Bill Dyer looked him over from his head to his feet.

"Waal," he said, slowly, "I'll be hanged ef I kin tell how ye done it so easy! You done it, all the same, an' done it well! I thought you was a dood, but I reckon there's some purty good stuff in ye. I'd like to shake hands with ye."