“Yes.”
“Let me take it.”
Garland, wondering a little, passed the weapon to Merry.
Immediately Frank took some cartridges from his pocket, snapped the weapon open, and——
“What are you doing?” exclaimed Garland, in perplexity. “The revolver was loaded, Mr. Merriwell.”
“With blanks.”
“Of course.”
“I am loading it with another kind of cartridge,” said Frank, as he refilled the cylinder.
“Not with regular cartridges?”
“Yes.”