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"And Harris is a kind of uncertain fellow neither one thing nor another." "Sure." "Sam Winslow hasn't enough stamina to resist temptation of any sort." "Go on." "Harvey Dare is a pretty decent chap, but he doesn't care a rap what people think or say of him." "Well?" "Hans Dunnerwust has been inveigled into the game, and I am going to do my best to make him break away." Bart drew a deep breath.
"You can fight, but not within the limits of the camp. The duel must take place outside." "Who is this consarned critter that says I've insulted him?" "Mr. Dunnerwust." "Wal, ef he wants to fight me, he'll find he never dun er wust thing." Frank staggered and clutched at his heart. "Don't!" he gasped. "I'm not particularly weak, but I'm not strong enough to stand many of those."
Gage and Snell tried their best to make friends with Hans Dunnerwust and Barney Mulloy, as these boys were particular friends of Merriwell's, and might be induced to use some influence over him. Barney, however, was wary. He did not fancy either Gage or Snell, and he repulsed their advances.
"Yes; but wait till the last minute take him after supper." "All right. It's settled then?" "All settled; and Merriwell will have a dandy pair of eyes on him to-morrow!" Dunnerwust and Mulloy had been watching Bascomb and Reynolds. "Vot you pelief dose shneaks vos down to, ain'd id?" asked the Dutch boy.
"Dot's vot's der madder mit me," sighed Hans Dunnerwust, in disappointment. "It vos peen so long alretty yet since I haf seen a scrap dot I don'd know vot it vos." "G'wan wid yez, Dutch!" cried Barney, who was in ill-humor on account of the failure as he supposed of Bascomb to challenge Merriwell. "Thot Yankee from Vermont called yez a balloony sausage t'-day, an' ye nivver did a thing.
There was to be no more "herding" in fours, and so Barney Mulloy, the Irish lad, and Hans Dunnerwust, the Dutch boy, were assigned to another room. Like Hodge, Barney and Hans were Frank Merriwell's stanch friends and admirers. They were ready to do anything for the jolly young plebe, who had become popular at the academy, and thus won both friends and foes among the older cadets.
He has been sort of a mystery here, as none of the fellows knew exactly where he came from, or anything about his folks." "Oh, I took a fancy to get posted concerning him. At first I didn't see how I was going to do so. That was during camp, and Hans Dunnerwust tented with him then. I cultivated the thick-headed Dutchman, and succeeded in getting into his good graces.
There was a strip of woods close by, however, and the boys succeeded in vanishing into this cover one by one, after which they soon hastened to the spot where the encounter between Dunnerwust and Gallup was to take place. The seconds took good care to have the two principals on hand, and Barney Mulloy was there with the old horse-pistols, which he kept carefully concealed.
"You room next to Mulloy and Dunnerwust?" "Yes." "Well, you will hear the racket just about the time taps sound." "But I want to know what's up," persisted the second speaker, whose curiosity was aroused. "Has somebody put up a job on those two marks, Mulloy and his Dutch chum?" "You've guessed it." "Who?" "Guess again." "Merriwell." "Right. Take your place at the head of the class."
Just as they reached the foot of the stairs and were about to ascend, feet were heard rushing along the corridor above, and then Barney Mulloy came plunging down the stairs, with Hans Dunnerwust riding astride his neck, both in their nightclothes, with a few crawfish still clinging to them.
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