CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE VOICE OF THE TEMPTER.
Gallup grinned.
"That was a hoss on yeou, wasn't it, mister?" he said.
"Would have been if I'd bought the beast," confessed Bearover, with seeming good nature. "Your Mr. Merriwell must be a very clever chap."
"I guess he's all right, by gum!" nodded Ephraim. "They don't git ahead of him much."
"He's been very successful, hasn't he?"
"You bet."
"Too much success is liable to swell the head of so young a man. It does him good to be taken down a notch now and then."
"I ain't never seen nobody that could take him daown."