“Merriwell,” he said after a moment, “you can’t guess of whom she reminded me?”
“I shall not try to guess.”
“Juliet,” said Jack.
“She does look something like her. She has a fine figure. I am sure I have seen her before.”
“What made it seem more like Juliet,” muttered the Virginian, “was that she appeared startled by the sight of one or both of us.”
“I was startled,” confessed Frank, gazing after the retreating figure, “for it seemed to be the face of somebody I knew.”
The girl had been swallowed up in the throng on the south side of the street.
“She was like Juliet,” murmured Jack; “though not so handsome.”
“She was quite as handsome as Juliet Reynolds,” Frank thought, but he did not speak the words aloud. Instead, he said: “Let’s turn back, Jack. I’d like to get another glimpse of her.”
“You?” exclaimed the Virginian, in surprise. “Why, I thought Elsie——”