Macklyn Morgan forced a laugh, which he tried to make very pleasant and reassuring.
“You see how wrong you were,” he said. “You see now that it’s a mistake to try to deceive me. It’s best to tell me the truth and nothing else. This story about living on a ranch—how about it?”
“Oh, Abe told you that when he thought you must be Frank’s enemy,” said Felicia.
“Then it wasn’t quite true?”
“No, no.”
“And you were not on your way to Flagstaff to meet Dick Merriwell there?”
“No; we left Prescott in company with Dick and some friends, who were on their way to join Frank.”
Felicia hastened on and told the entire story.
Abe listened in doubt as to the wisdom of this, shaking his head a little, but remaining silent.
“Now we’re getting at the facts,” smiled Morgan, as the fire was started and its light fell on his face. “It’s much better for us all.”