“Perchance thou wouldst send me down to see the fair damsel—but I doubt it,” murmured Dunton.
“No,” said Frank, “I think I had better go down myself.”
He went down to the door and found the girl who was waiting there. He was surprised to see her standing with her head bowed, in an attitude of apparent dejection and shame.
“Did you wish to see me, miss?” he asked.
She nodded her head, but did not look up, not a little to his perplexity and wonderment.
“I am here.”
“Mr. Merriwell,” she murmured, “I have come to thank you.”
“To thank me?” exclaimed Merry. “For what?”
“For your kindness to me in St. Joseph.”
Frank’s heart dropped.