I can't say that I arm sorry for you, for, by your persistent attacks on me, you have destroyed any sympathy I might have felt.

You have ruined your own life." "No!" snarled Sport.

"You are the one! You ruined me! If I go to prison for this, I'll get free again sometime, and I'll not forget you, Frank Merriwell! All the years I am behind the bars will but add to the debt I owe you.

When I come forth to freedom, I'll find you if you are alive, and I'll have your life!" Then he was marched away between two stout men, his irons clanking and rattling..