“I am his cousin.”
Instantly the man’s interest was redoubled.
“His cousin, eh?” he exclaimed. “Now we’re getting at it. Curtis, start a fire. I want to look these children over.”
While the man thus ordered was complying Morgan continued to question the girl and boy, but now his interest seemed centred in Felicia.
“So you are also the cousin of Frank Merriwell?” he said. “Tell me more about these two Merriwells. I have heard of Frank Merriwell, and I consider him a most excellent young man. I admire him very much.”
He endeavored to make his words sound sincere, but little Abe fancied there was a false ring in them.
“You know Dick is Frank’s half-brother, sir,” said the girl. “He attends school in the East. I was at school in the same place once, but the climate didn’t agree with me, and so Frank sent me West for my health.”
“Have you seen him lately?”
“Yes, sir.”
“When?”