"It is getting serious."
"Yes, yes, for pop would not think of swearing at me when he is all right. The old wicked glare was in his eyes—his red eyes! Frank, I'm afraid! I know something is going to happen! I've got the feeling—here!"
She pressed her hand to her breast.
Merriwell was more troubled than he showed.
"Don't worry, Cassie," he said. "I'll get after him."
"Find the whisky—take it away! It's the only thing you can do, Frank. Oh, everything is going wrong!"
"You are discouraged, little girl."
"But I know—I know! I have heard the others talking. They all think we'll break up here. It's too bad, Frank, after you put all your money into the company!"
"Don't worry about me, Cassie. I'll pull along all right. Can't throw me down and keep me down. It's the rest of the people I am thinking about. It will be tough for them."