“Jee-roo-sa-lum!”
Gallup was stricken dumb for the moment. He stood there, his mouth yawning and his eyes bulging, utterly incapable of expressing his emotions.
Frank was packing some articles into his grip. He seemed to be making arrangements to depart.
“Jee-roo-sa-lum!”
Again the Vermont youth uttered the exclamation. He straightened up and cleared his throat. His mouth came together, and he began to look angry.
“By gum!” he exploded. “That’s whut I call a darn mean trick! I swan to man I never thought Hodge’d go back on yeou, Frank!”
Merry was silent, calmly continuing the packing of his grip.
“An’ they’re sayin’ daown in the office that he swiped somethin’ wut didn’t b’long to him,” said Ephraim.
That gave Frank a start.
“Who says so?” he asked, his heart giving a leap and seeming to drop back heavily, as if weighted down with sudden dread.