He carefully put the letter in an inner pocket, put away the trinkets which Winnie had returned, and set out to find Frank Merriwell.
The act did not even strike him as incongruous.
"Inza and Elsie will do anything for Merriwell! He can go in and out of Lee's house as he wants to.

I allow he will be glad to help me in this thing, if he can.

The trail looks to be so confoundedly tangled that a bit of help in ciphering it out will be mighty welcome just now!" He scowled as he crossed the campus and remembered the unpleasant experience of the previous night.

The tree in front of Durfee still bore a large quantity of "fruit." The tab of Badger's shirt was there.
"Come over here and pick out your property!" shouted a student who was standing in a group near the tree.
Badger strode on without a word, for he was in no humor for pleasantries.
"Fruit!" squealed Danny Griswold.
"Where are you going, my pretty maid ?" Bink Stubbs sang from his perch on the fence.
"Going to hunt up those cats," said the Westerner, with sarcastic scorn.
"I hear their kittens squawling for them!" Danny fell over against Bink.
"A joke from Badger!" he murmured.

"Somebody fan me!" "I'll fan you!" grunted Bink, who was not pleased with the Kansan's retort, pushing Danny roughly from him.
"Do!" begged Danny.