"Good gracious!"
"You—you did it when you showed old Dan where Frank hid that whisky! You put the devil into the miserable old father who is wailing and tearing his hair at the bedside of his dying girl! You are responsible for it all!"
"I—I didn't think!" stammered Sargent. "I—I didn't mean to—to do anything wrong!"
"You lie!" roared Havener, pointing one finger at the terrified fellow—"you look like the dog you are! You did mean to do something wrong!"
"No, no!"
"Silence! You were trying to injure Frank Merriwell; you can't deny that. You knew old Dan was drunk, and you hoped to get him down, so he would break up the play. You knew Frank had taken the whisky from him."
"But—but I never dreamed——"
"It makes no difference; you are responsible, and nothing can save you!"
"Save me? Why—why, what do you mean? It can't be——"