He had assumed a free, benevolent, kindly expression, and to the girl it seemed that he could not be deceiving them. Morgan continued to question her until at length he learned everything he desired.
“Now, my child,” he said, “just you rest easy. We will soon join Frank Merriwell, and, of course, this brother of his with his friends will arrive all right in due time.”
Morgan then stepped over to where one of the sleeping men lay and aroused him.
“Wake up, Hackett,” he said, in a low tone. “Something mighty important has taken place.”
He then told the man what had happened, and Hackett listened attentively.
“It seems to me,” he said, “that these yere kids are going to be an incumbrance on us.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” asserted Morgan. “With the aid of these children we ought to be able to bring Frank Merriwell to some sort of terms.”
“I don’t see how, sir.”
“Why, it’s plain he thinks a lot of this girl. We have her. If that doesn’t trouble him some, I am greatly mistaken.”
“Mebbe you’re right,” nodded Hackett. “I reckon I begin to see your little game, Mr. Morgan. Let me look these yere kids over some.”