“How?” whispered the dark-eyed girl. “I don’t understand——”
“You know she ran up-stairs ahead of Buck and Winnie.”
“Yes.”
“And one of the doors to my rooms was open.”
“Yes.”
“We were in that room, looking at some pictures by the window.”
“And she saw us; that may be true,” said Inza. “She is a sensitive little soul. Frank, you must find her—you must bring her to me. She is somewhere in New Haven. Find her to-night. Just because we happened to be speaking of the past, which is gone forever, is no reason why we should make Elsie unhappy. I’ll give her cause for happiness, Frank. Bring her to me.”
“I will!” he exclaimed, with suppressed earnestness. “I’ll make my excuses and leave as soon as dinner is over.”
Badger was on his feet, making a speech in his blunt, straightforward way. He extolled Yale and Frank Merriwell. He spoke of the grand victories of the eleven under command of Merry. Then he told how much he owed to the friendship and influence of Merriwell, till, at last, Frank laughingly entreated him to stop.
“Well, I’ll stop,” said Buck, “but I want everybody here to drink with me to the health of Frank Merriwell, the squarest, whitest, manliest man that ever lived!”