"Where is he now?"
"He"s just gone over to the Bay View with Moslof and some other fellers."
"Really, I believe I"ll have to go over and see what this wonderful person looks like," and the gentleman crossed the street toward the hotel.
In the meantime Frank and his companions entered the hotel in search of the person who had been circulating the false reports about Merriwell.
The report that Merriwell was in town had reached the hotel, and no sooner had the boys entered the office than the landlord came forward and greeted them heartily. Moslof introduced Merry and his two friends.
The landlord proved to be a cordial, pleasant gentleman.
"Mr. Merriwell," he said, "you have caused me no end of trouble."
"I have?" exclaimed Frank, astonished.
"Yes."
"How is that?"
"Well, there isn"t a table girl, a kitchen girl or any other girl in this house who does not know all about you. They read those yarns about you so much that they neglect their business. And, Mr. Merriwell," with sudden sternness, "I think you will have to settle with me for it."
"All right," smiled Frank. "What is the bill?"
"There is no bill. I mean you have to settle at this hotel and stay here while you are in town. There will be no bill. You shall have the best the house affords, and it shall not cost you a red cent."
Frank was surprised, but he thanked the genial landlord, saying:
"Really, sir, you are too kind, but we have everything comfortable on my yacht, and the fellows would not like it if I deserted them."
"Then bring them all here! I"m crowded, but I"ll find room for you, if I have to give up a room myself."
He was in earnest, too.
Frank thanked him warmly once more, but exclaimed that such a thing would not do, as the _White Wings_ might be stolen by the party who had attempted to seize her in the very mouth of Rockland harbor.
While they were talking, a very pretty, roguish-eyed girl came into the office, making an excuse that she was there on some sort of an errand.
She cast sly glances at Frank, for really she was there to see him.
Of a sudden the landlord, laughing, caught her by the arm, and drew her round, saying:
"Here, Mr. Merriwell, is your greatest admirer in the house, Miss Phebe Macey. I heard her say once that she thought Frank Merriwell the finest fellow in the world, and she wondered why some of the Camden boys were not like him."
Frank was a little confused, but he lifted his cap and bowed, saying:
"Miss Macey, I am glad to know I have such an ardent admirer here."
Phebe was blushing crimson, but the roguish look was still in her eyes.
Never in all her life had she looked prettier than in that moment of excitement and confusion. She lifted her hand and felt it grasped by Frank, and then, in dismay, she turned and fled, laughing to cover her agitation. She quickly disappeared, but her laugh rang in Merriwell"s ears, for it was quite as bewitching as her roguish eyes.
The landlord seemed to enjoy the agitation he had caused the girl, and he laughed again. In fact, he was quite a man to laugh.
He urged Frank to remain to dinner, and Merry finally consented, although Jack and Bart, who were likewise invited, decided to return to the yacht.
While they were talking, Moslof suddenly grasped Merriwell"s arm, saying in his ear:
"Here"s the fellow you want to see."
He turned Frank toward a person who had just entered the office. In a moment Merry advanced toward that person, confronted him, and sternly said:
"So, sir, having failed to injure me in other ways, you have been lying about me! Well, it"s quite like you, Snell!"
"Merriwell?" gasped the other, recoiling and turning pale. "The d.i.c.kens!"
Frank and his old foe, Wat Snell, were again face to face.
CHAPTER XII.
SNELL IS FIRED.
"So it"s that sneak who has been telling yarns!" grated Bart Hodge. "I hope Merriwell will smash him!"
"If he doesn"t, I will!" muttered Jack Diamond. "I thought we had seen the last of him when we left Fardale."
"I hoped so," confessed Hodge.
"But I can"t have a fight here," said the landlord, firmly. "It won"t do."
He seemed on the point of interfering between Frank and Wat, but Hodge said:
"A word to Merriwell is enough, Mr. Drayben. He will be careful not to cause you any trouble."
Mr. Drayben saw that Merriwell was holding himself in reserve, and he felt a sudden curiosity to know what would pa.s.s between the enemies who had met there in his hotel, so he did not speak to Frank at once.
"Where is your fine friend, Mr. Parker Flynn, who you aided in your piratical attempt to seize my yacht?" asked Frank.
Snell swallowed down a lump in his throat and made an effort to recover his composure.
"The yacht belongs to Mr. Flynn," he said, huskily, his voice betraying his craven spirit.
"You know better than that! If so, why didn"t Flynn remain in Rockland and push the case against me? Why did he suddenly take to his heels when he learned that Benjamin, from whom I bought the _White Wings_, was in Rockland?"
"Business called him back to Boston," faltered Snell.
"And business called you out of Rockland in a hurry, too. But you stopped too soon. It would have been better for you if you had kept on going."