Sam had secured a seat where he could easily accomplish his purpose, as he fancied. There was a look of fierce determination on his countenance.
After looking at the fellow some moments, Merry said:
“He’ll try it!”
“What the dickens are yeou talkin’ abaout, Frank?” asked Gallup.
Merriwell straightened up.
“Ephraim,” he said, “go find Mr. Garland and bring him to me.”
“All right.”
The Vermonter hurried away, soon returning with Granville Garland.
“Great fortune, Mr. Merriwell!” exclaimed Garland. “That’s the sort of a house that pays. It strikes me we are forging to the front with great strides.”
“Mr. Garland,” said Frank, “have you the revolver you draw on me in the first act?”