The barkeeper gurgled in his throat, plainly longing to come over the bar and attack Merry, yet fearing to do so lest he lose his position.
Frank again turned to Dick.
“My boy, for your own sake, you can’t afford to touch that stuff.”
“Bah!” laughed Starbright. “What do I care about myself!”
“Your career at college——”
“Is liable to come to an end mighty soon.”
“You should think of your friends.”
“A man who will treat his best friend the way I treated you can’t be appealed to in that way,” said Starbright almost sullenly.
“But your mother, Dick—surely she has seen sorrow enough. For her sake!”
The freshman turned pale again, and his hand shook. He put the glass of whisky down.