Frank recognized the threat in the voice of the man.
"What are you driving at? I don't understand you."
"Possibly not. I have said that Porfias del Norte was my bosom friend."
"Yes."
"He is dead."
"Yes."
"It was through you that he came to his death."
"He brought it on himself, and richly he merited it!" declared Merriwell hotly. "If ever a wretch got just what was coming to him it was Del Norte!"
The eyes of Lazaro were gleaming with a smoldering fire.
"Why did he deserve it? Was it because he found you usurping his privileges, enriching yourself from his property, while you refused to acknowledge his rights?"