“He told you?” questioned Merriwell.
“Yes; I pumped it all out of him. He doesn’t know I ever met you in all my life. I slipped in here on the sly, so they would not catch on that I had warned you.”
“It was kind of you.”
“No; it won’t half pay back what you did for me—the risk you ran. I was thinking of that.”
To Frank it seemed a case of “bread on the waters.” But he had not learned what plot had been formed against him, and his curiosity was aroused.
“Joe says Sam is just furious,” the girl went on. “He is fierce enough to kill you. He would kill you, if he dared. He loaded up his guns and swore a mighty oath to make you regret the day you were born.”
“There is considerable wind about Sam Hooker,” said Frank; “but still he might be driven to something desperate.”
“You know he’s been a cowboy?”
“Well, he says so.”
“He really has, and he can throw a lasso.”