“Oh, yes. I will do anything as long as there is the least hope. I shall pray that you get the money—for my mother’s sake!”
When Collins had departed, Merriwell paced the floor for some time, his face wearing a look of deep thought and anxiety.
“If there were any honest way of getting possession of that money!” he muttered.
Diamond came back, and found Frank thus.
“Well,” Jack cried, “I’ve seen Herrick, and now I know you were right.”
“Eh?” said Merry, as if not quite comprehending. “About what?”
“That prize-fight business.”
“A put-up job?”
“Not a question about it.”
“What is the new development?”