Instantly the look vanished from Morgan’s face, and in its place there returned the mild, hypocritical smile he sometimes wore.
“I acknowledge that my indignation was aroused,” he said. “And I know it was foolish of me. I have said all I care to. I think Mr. Kensington will have a care about making any negotiations with you, Merriwell. Good day, Mr. Kensington.”
Bowing to Frank’s companion, Morgan coolly walked away and left the room.
CHAPTER XXIV—WHAT HAPPENED TO DICK.
CHAPTER XXIV.
WHAT HAPPENED TO DICK.
Just at dusk a horse came galloping madly up toward the front of the hotel, bearing on its back an excited, frightened, pale-faced girl. It was Felicia. Brad Buckhart happened to be leaving the hotel as the girl pulled up her sweaty horse.
“Oh, Brad!” she cried, and her voice was filled with the greatest agitation and distress.
The Texan made a bound down the steps.