“If you want me.”
“I do.”
“Then you may depend on me. I’d do anything for you, Frank Merriwell!”
He pressed her hand in parting, bade her good-night and hurried toward the hotel.
At the hotel door, they met Gallup and Hodge, who were coming out.
“Hello!” exclaimed Bart. “Where have you been?”
“We was jest goin’ to the fire,” said Ephraim.
“I have been to it,” said Merry, quietly.
“Is it worth going to see?” asked Bart.
“I hardly think so. It is an old building on the outskirts of the town. It is not tenanted.”