That was enough to touch Frank, and all the past was forgotten in a moment. With an impulse of generosity, he held out his hand.
"Take it!" he cried. "Let's call the past buried."
Marline shook his head.
"I can't!" he exclaimed. "I can't be a hypocrite. You have shown yourself the more honorable, Merriwell, but I hate you still. I shall try to forget it, but, with my disposition, it will not be easy. If I conquer myself, some day, perhaps, I'll accept your hand—if you care to offer it then."
"When the time comes," said Frank, "my hand will be open to you."
Then the dueling party broke up.
When Frank reached his room, he found a letter from Inza awaiting him. This is what he read:
"Dear Frank: I have been a foolish girl, and I am ashamed. I can't say more this way, but will explain everything when I see you. Please come to me. Come as soon as possible.
"Inza."
Frank's heart gave a great bound as he read this communication. He could not go to see Inza at once, but he sent word that he would call that evening.
When he arrived, he found Inza awaiting him alone, the girl's aunt having wisely withdrawn.