CHAPTER XXV
SWIFT DECLARES HIS PASSION.
“Oh, I’ll bring you down off your high horse, confound you!” muttered Roy Swift, as he followed Walter Burrage from that room. “If your sister does not lower her high head in short order, I’ll make her do it—or land you behind bars!”
Leaving the hotel, he made his way straight toward the house of Alvin Brander, on the outskirts of the village. There was a brass knocker on the door of the old-fashioned house, and Swift pounded it vigorously. A servant appeared, and Swift pushed right into the hall, saying:
“Tell Miss Burrage that a friend wishes to see her.”
“Will you give me your name?”
“Frank Merriwell.”
He was shown into the stiff old parlor, with its haircloth furniture, picture-album, case of wax flowers, and chromos on the walls. There he seated himself comfortably and waited.
He was not compelled to wait long. On the stair there was a flying footfall and Inza appeared, her face showing her pleasure, while she exclaimed:
“Oh, Frank, I’m so glad you————”
Then, as he rose, she stopped short and stared at him, a look of surprise and consternation on her handsome face.