“Yes, it’s a sure thing,” thought Bertrand. “I knew it. How could I ever doubt it for a minute? They could not skip me. I was a fool to think such a thing!”
Frank came nearer. Bertrand even turned his body so that Merry might have less trouble in reaching his back and giving it a slap. Then he waited again.
Smack! Frank’s hand had fallen.
“Go to your room!”
The fifteenth man had been chosen.
It was not Defarge!
CHAPTER X.
THE MAN WHO WAS NOT CHOSEN.
Defarge heard the smack of Frank’s hand, but he was astounded beyond measure when he failed to feel it upon his back. Scarcely could he believe Merriwell had given the slap. One moment before he had felt perfectly confident that he was the one who had been chosen for the honors. Like a flash he turned. What he saw astonished him beyond measure.