“How?” Merry asked.
“I’ve dropped considerable money in that place.”
“Too bad!”
“And I hoped to get it back.”
“Your chance of doing so was small.”
“I know; but there was a chance. Now there is none. And, by Heaven! I must get that money back!”
He stopped on the sidewalk.
“I’m going back!” he declared. “I must do it, Merriwell! I must win that money back!”
“You’ll lose more, Madison.”
“I must take the chance, for I might win. You don’t know—you don’t understand. I must win that money back!”