This remark pleased Frank hugely, although, for some reason he was unable to explain why, even to himself. Aloud he only said:
“I guess it’s just his way, Miss Beulow.”
“Perhaps,” was the reply; “but I don’t like his way.”
CHAPTER XVII.
FRANK MAKES AN ENEMY.
“You little whipper snapper! What do you mean by making remarks about me?”
A hand was laid on Frank’s shoulder and he was jerked roughly around, to find the angry face of Lieutenant Taylor confronting him.
Frank shook himself loose.
“I have been making no remarks about you,” he said quietly.
“Yes, you have,” was the angry reply. “Trying to shine up to the little German girl, are you?” and the lieutenant laughed sneeringly.
“Look here,” said Frank, his face turning red, “you leave Miss Beulow out of this. If you have anything to say to me, say it and get out of my way.”