CHAPTER XII.
THE SNARE IS BROKEN.
When Frank parted from Inza that afternoon, he had made a free and full confession of his fault.

She had listened with pained surprise, almost with incredulity, but she had not shown the scorn that Frank felt he fully deserved.

However, she had exacted a pledge, which he had freely given, and, returning to the academy, he felt that he was himself once more.

His step was elastic, his heart was light, and he whistled a lively strain.
That evening he had a long talk with Bart.
"Come, Bartley," urged Frank, "drop this card-playing, and give attention to your studies." Bart was in a bad mood, as he had been much of the time lately, and he laughed harshly.
"You're a fine fellow to give that sort of advice when you cannot keep away from the game yourself!" he said.
"But I can keep away," came quietly and decidedly from Frank's lips.
"Prove it." "I will.

I am not going to play any more.