“Mr. Swift, I would not marry you if you had all the wealth of Rockefeller!”
“I swear you shall never marry him! I am desperate, Inza! Think of your brother! With a word, I can send him to prison!”
“And prove yourself a dastard!”
“A man in love will do anything to win the object of his passions. If you would save your brother, you must marry me!”
“You coward!”
She took a step toward him, her hands clenched, and hissed the words through her white teeth. He actually fell back a step before her intense scorn and contempt.
“Then you are willing to see him branded as a criminal—willing to see him suffer? His arrest will be the death-blow of your old father! Think of that! Are you not willing to sacrifice yourself to save both your brother and your father? Have you not that much love for them?”
“You coward!” she repeated, withering scorn in her dark eyes. “If my brother were here now——”
“But he is not! Nor is Frank Merriwell here! You do not know the passion you have awakened in the heart of Roy Swift! If Merriwell were out of the way———— By Heaven! he may be out of the way!”
“Would you——”