Agnew looked toward the closed window,
and then dropped limply into the chair.
"It's two stories down, and a hard pavement below that window. I'd
advise you, Agnew, not to pitch yourself out of that on your head. It
would probably give the undertaker a job."
Agnew pushed the cards about, without knowing what he did, and stared at
Merriwell, his face white and his eyes anxious. He was afraid of
Merriwell. Of all the men at Yale, Merriwell was the one he most feared.
And his heart told him that there was something serious back of this
unexpected call.
"I'm glad to find you in," said Frank, "for I want to have a talk with
you. I will take this chair, with your leave. You won't mind if I come
to the point at once?"
"I don't know what you're driving at, and I think you must be drunk or
luny to come into a fellow's room and lock him in! If you have an idea
that there is anything funny about this, I'm pleased to tell you that
there isn't."
"I was afraid you might be so uncivil as to desert me. I shall not try
to take anything away with me but a bit of your writing. You're a good
penman, Agnew, and I shall want a sample, after we've had a friendly
chat."
The cold sweat came out on Agnew's brow.
"I don't intend to beat about the bush at all.
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