Lanky thought it queer that Lef should seem so pleased over the vindication of one toward whom he was known to bear only ill will. He imagined that this sudden change of heart on the part of Lef might be placed in the same category as the suspicion said to attach to the Greeks bearing gifts.
And so, after all, the incident that had been planned as calculated to attach infamy to Frank’s name only served to raise him still further in the estimation of his schoolmates, and the teachers of Columbia High.
And it was certainly a pleasure to have them all swarm around him later on, to declare their satisfaction and delight at his complete vindication.
Frank was far from satisfied.
It was a dreadful thought to realize that he had an enemy in the school vindictive enough to do such a terrible thing as this, simply to crush him.
“Ten to one I could guess who he is,” said Lanky, angrily.
“Have you any proof of it?” asked Frank.
Lanky was forced to admit that his declaration was only grounded on certain suspicious circumstances. He would have told of Lef’s queer actions, but Frank declined to listen.
“I’m going to try and find out the truth for myself, Lanky; but whatever I do, I won’t accuse any one until I can pin him down with indisputable proof,” he said.
“And then what, Frank?”