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A year had passed since Frank entered Fardale Military Academy a year crowded with events and adventures such as made its memory both pleasant and painful. The time of the June encampment had again arrived. Frank was no longer a plebe, and the glistening chevrons on his sleeves told that the first year in the academy had not been wasted. He was now Cadet Corporal Merriwell.
"If he is caught with this scoundrel in black to-morrow night, he will be under a cloud here." "He is under a cloud now. Twenty fellows saw me knock him down, and they'll never give him any rest till he sends me a challenge." "Well, I don't fancy he will send you a challenge." "Then his life will be made wretched while he remains at Fardale Academy." "He has brought it on himself." "Of course.
You know my ability to copy with pen and ink anything I see. My father wants me to become a civil engineer, and so I am taking a course to suit him; but, when I leave Fardale, I mean to go to an art school, and find out if I am not cut out for an artist." "How can you make a drawing of the lines?" "Why, I will place the ring under a microscope, and then it will not be difficult.
Inza Burrage had sent him word through her brother that she would visit Belinda Snodd that afternoon, and he might see her there, if he cared to call. Belinda Snodd was the daughter of John Snodd, a rather queer old fellow, who ran an odd sort of boarding-house for summer people who visited the Cove, on which Fardale Academy was situated.
You will remember that I did fairly well at Fardale, and you should not worry about me while I am here." "I will not. You did well at Fardale that's right. You were the most popular boy in the academy; but you will find Yale is far different from Fardale." So the professor took his departure, and Frank was left to begin life at college.
"Thank you, sir." "That being the case, I shall have to accept your statement yes, I will accept it. He said he would call again to-morrow. Let him come! I think I will have an officer on hand he shall be arrested the moment he shows himself. That's right that's proper. Hum! ha! Assaulted a cadet of Fardale Academy, did he? Attempted to rob a student at this school, did he?
I have lived a wild life a wicked life. This is the end! Fate brought me to Fardale fate showed me the ring that bore the chart to the lost mine." The man stopped and closed his eyes, while the ghastly pallor spread over his face. A hand held a bottle of liquor to his lips, and he swallowed a few drops, which gave him a few more moments of life. Again his eyes unclosed.
"Well, you can scare a fellow out of his boots, and I don't like to be scared." "I am afraid you are something of a coward," said the man, a trace of contempt in his tone. But little more passed between them before the man in black turned away toward Fardale village, and Wat descended the road in the direction of the academy.
This sort of a question, put to a plebe with all sorts of twists and variations, was time-honored at Fardale, whither it had come from West Point, where plebes are puzzled with some variation of it year after year.
He hurried along the road till Fardale village was almost reached, but he saw nothing more of the man in black. The mysterious stranger had vanished as completely as if swallowed up by the earth. Frank had hoped to trace the man to the place where he was stopping, but he was forced to give this up and hurry back to the academy. Still he had not wasted his time.
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