“The boy ought to have a medal. Who is he?”
“They say he’s Frank Merriwell’s brother. I don’t suppose you know who Frank Merriwell is——”
“Don’t I? Say, do you mean Frank Merriwell, the great athlete of Yale College?”
“Yes. There he is standing beside the boy now.”
“What? Is that the real Frank Merriwell?”
“It is. He’s stopping at the Continental.”
The officer strode up to Merry.
“Beg pardon,” he said, with an air of politeness. “Is what I’ve just heard true?”
Merry smiled, saying:
“I am sure I can’t say, sir, for I don’t know what you have just heard.”