"They have found that Merriwell is a man. He uses us square, and we should do the same with him."
"Oh, I know—I know all about your reasons for sticking by him. Can't fool me! But I'm done!"
"You don't seem to have any reason about it."
"I'm not to be jollied along by a game of talk."
Sargent turned as if to walk away, but Havener caught hold of him and yanked him round.
"Wait!" he grated. "I've got something to say to you! I'm stage manager of this show. You know that."
"Yes."
"Well, you are under my orders now."
Sargent was silent.
"Go into that dressing room," commanded Havener, pointing, "and make up for your part."