I don't know w'y it is, but jes' bein' wid youse makes me want ter do der square t'ing." Frank might well have felt pleased that he exercised such an influence over a man like Plug Kirby.
The door opened and Rattleton came into the saloon, followed by Old Put and Dismal Jones.
"Come on, Kirby," said Frank, quietly.

"Here is the man we are waiting for." Putnam had halted near the bar, a puzzled look on his face, and Frank heard him say to Harry: "What in the world did you drag me in here for, old man?
You know I am not drinking anything now, and--" "As I told you," interrupted Harry, grimly, "I brought you in to see a man.

Here he is." Frank and the rough had come up behind Putnam, who now turned, and, with still greater astonishment, cried: "What--Merriwell?
What in the world are you doing in this place ?" "Permit me to introduce you to Mr.Plug Kirby--Mr.Burnham Putnam.

Have you ever met the man before." Old Put drew back, staring at the ruffian in astonishment.
"What in blazes is this ?" he gasped.

"Is it a joke ?" "No joke," returned Frank, sternly.