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
“I was too thunderstruck to do anything. When they left the station arm
in arm, I followed slowly, and saw them get into the cab. As the cab
started off I sprang forward, but it was too late.”
“Well, you may depend on it,” said Frank, “that Inza can explain
everything.”
“You do not doubt her now?”
“Not the least, for I know her.”
“You must know where she is stopping. It will be easy to find out if she
can explain.”
“But I do not know where she is stopping. I cannot spend the time just
now to tell you everything that happened after you left for New Haven,
but it became necessary for her and her father to leave the hotel in
Brooklyn and go out on Long Island. They did so, but returned very soon.
Day before yesterday I went over to see them, but found they had left
Brooklyn once more, and I did not learn whither they had gone. So, you
see, I do not know where to find Inza.”
“Nor do I.”
“Then it is plain that we will have to let the matter rest a while. You
will say nothing about it to any one, Starbright?”
“Little danger of that.”
“You will let liquor alone?”
“I will.”
“I am certain that everything will be cleared up in time, and Inza must
never know how you doubted her. I would not have her know it for worlds,
for she likes you, Dick, and it would hurt her more than you can dream.”
Starbright felt rebuked, but Merriwell’s words did not alter his
conviction that Inza was fickle, and had deceived them both.
Only a short time before Dick had been played with and thrown over by
Rosalind Thornton. Before that time he was a big-hearted, trusting boy;
but his treatment in that case had awakened his suspicions and shattered
his absolute and unswerving faith in all girls. Now he fancied he knew
them very well, and his knowledge was not of the kind to lead him to
trust them.
Despite his physical perfections, despite his wonderful feats of
strength and skill, Starbright was still a very callow youth, greatly
given to sudden impressions, and there was much for him to learn before
he could develop into a steady, level-headed man. He was to be taught by
experience that it is always very foolish, and sometimes decidedly
dangerous, to jump at conclusions without clue and careful investigation
of all cases.
There was a step at the door, which swung open to admit Jack Diamond,
who sauntered in, dressed in the swellest possible manner and carrying a
cane.
“Hello!” exclaimed the Virginian, pausing. “Didn’t know you had a
caller, Merriwell. Am I intruding?”
“Of course not,” said Frank. “You know Starbright, Jack.”
“Starbright—of course! Why, how are you, Starbright? Glad to see you, my
boy.”
Jack shook hands heartily with Dick.
“I thought you were on the other side,” said the freshman, trying to
appear cool and composed.
“That’s where I would be if I were not a fool,” declared Jack, forcing a
short laugh.
Frank gave the Southerner a quick look, observing that Jack’s face was
flushed and his eyes filled with a light of joy.
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