“Go ahead,” said Dick, beginning to laugh. “Pull him out.”
Dick’s laughter was tantalizing, and one of the officers became enraged and threatened him.
“Why, you’re real amusing!” said Dick. “Ha! ha! ha! Oh! ha! ha! ha! Some one has a door to pay for. There is a joke on somebody here.”
“Who are you?” demanded Morgan.
Dick took a step nearer, his dark eyes fixing on the man’s face.
“Who am I? I will tell you who I am. I am Frank Merriwell’s brother.”
“His brother? I have heard of you.”
“Not for the last time, Macklyn Morgan; nor have you heard of Frank for the last time. Your plot will fizzle. Your infamous schemes will fail. You know what the plotting of your partner, Milton Sukes, brought him to. Look out, Mr. Morgan—look out for yourself!”
“Don’t you dare threaten me, you impudent young whelp!” raged Morgan.
“You will find, sir, that I dare tell you just what you are. Your money and your power do not alarm me in the least. You’re an unscrupulous scoundrel! You have trumped up a charge against my brother. He will fool you, and he will show you up, just as he did Milton Sukes. Where is Sukes now? Look out, Macklyn Morgan!”