Frank Merriwell's Trust; Or, Never Say DieStandish, Burt L.
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Frank Merriwell's Trust; Or, Never Say Die
Standish, Burt L.
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Merriwell, Frank (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Popular literature
“As I have thought it over this forenoon I have turned hot and cold by
turns. First I would be buoyed with hope, and then my heart sank in
despair as I realized the impossibility of receiving aid in such a
manner. I have feared that you simply gave me the promise in order to
keep me from killing myself at the time. I have been in terror lest you
would not be here when I called. And now I am shaking with the
apprehension that somehow I misunderstood you. Did you offer me the
money, Mr. Merriwell? For mercy’s sake say you did, and that you have it
ready for me!”
Collins seemed on the point of flinging himself on his knees before
Frank.
“Steady, my boy,” said Merry, with a reassuring smile. “I agreed to let
you have the money.”
A cry of joy broke from the pale lips of the youth.
“And you have it—here?”
“Not now—not yet.”
“But great heavens! the danger—I have told you of the danger! I must
have the money right away—if at all. My mother——”
“I am doing everything I can to get it. Unfortunately, it is far more
money than I have of my own. I have sent messages to my father, but he
sailed on my steam-yacht yesterday. The moment I can reach him I can
make arrangements that will bring the money into my hands in a hurry.”
“And that may be too late!” groaned Collins.
Frank hurried to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Keep up your courage,” said Merry. “I’ll do everything I can. You are
not lost till the truth is discovered. Even then, if such a thing should
happen, you might fix it by restoring every dollar taken.”
“But the shame—I could not live through it! I could not face those men
who have trusted me!”
The youth broke down, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed. Frank
longed to possess the money at that moment, but it was not at hand. He
talked reassuringly to Collins, who braced up after a little, wiping the
tears from his eyes and looking more ashamed than ever.
“I’m a poor, weak thing!” he exclaimed in strong self-contempt. “How you
must despise me!”
Merry did not despise him, but was thrilling with sympathy and pity for
him. He convinced Collins of this after a time, and then the unfortunate
lad told the complete story of how he had obtained the money and kept
the knowledge from the other bank officials. He told Frank the name of
the bank, holding back nothing.
When the tale was finished, Frank was somewhat pale himself, for he saw
that Collins was truly in constant danger of discovery. Indeed, the
wonder was that exposure had not already overtaken him.
“Come to me here this afternoon immediately after the closing of the
bank,” directed Frank.
“Will you have the money then? Do you think you will?”
“I hope to, but I cannot be sure. I shall do everything possible to
obtain it. You will come?”
“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!”
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