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As Frank expected, he found Ephraim once more surrounded by a mob who were having sport at his expense. Fortunately for Merriwell's scheme, the country boy was rather angry, and felt more like fighting than doing anything else. "Mr. Gallup," said Frank, as he forced his way through the throng and confronted the Vermonter, "I am here in behalf of a friend whom you have sorely insulted."
If we can get hold of a few of Merriwell's IOU's, they might be sent to the uncle for collection." "I see; but first we must run him out of ready cash." "Of course. By the time he has lost all his money, he will be eager to play to win it back. We must lend him money, and take his IOU's." "We'll do it!" Gage jumped up, struck Snell a blow on the back, and then grasped his hand, giving it a shake.
Merriwell had struck Diamond three light blows with his open hand. A gasp of astonishment came from the watching sophomores. Never had they seen three blows delivered in such lightning-like rapidity, but their ears had not fooled them, and they heard each blow distinctly. Merriwell's guard was perfect, his pose was light and professional, and he suddenly seemed catlike on his feet.
Then, with his bare first, he struck straight and hard at Frank Merriwell's face! Bascomb's movement had been noted by the spectators, and a cry of astonishment and warning broke from many lips. "Look out!" shouted Bart Hodge. Frank had seen the movement, and he needed no warning. Like a flash, he ducked to the right, and Bascomb's bare fist missed his face and shot over his shoulder.
If he could do it, there was a chance for Blossom to get around to third on a single. Coulter knew nothing of Merriwell's batting, so he was forced to experiment on the man. He tried a drop that almost hit the plate, but Frank did not bite. Then Coulter sent over a high one, and still Merriwell refused to swing, and two balls had been called.
He hit it, and it went up into the air, dropping into Merriwell's hands, who did not have to step out of his tracks to get it. Yale had whitewashed Harvard for the first time in that game. By the noise the Yale crowd made one might have fancied the game was theirs beyond a doubt. "Poor fellows!" said one languid Harvardite to an equally languid companion.
"His time on post is up." The door opened, and Leslie Gage entered the room. Gage had been Merriwell's bitter enemy at one time during the summer encampment, having made two dastardly attacks on Frank, who had been generous enough to rescue him from death after that, and had saved him from expulsion by refusing to give any testimony against him.
There was no affectation about Frank's delivery, but the first man on the list of the regulars found Merriwell's slow drop was a hard ball to hit. He went after two of them before he saw what he was getting. Then he made up his mind that he would get under the next one and knock the peeling off it.
He quietly told Hartwick that any arrangements Mr. Browning saw fit to make would be agreeable to him. In that way he put Browning on his honor to give him a square deal. The matter was kept very quiet. It was decided that the match should come off in Kelley's back room, and a few of Merriwell's and Browning's friends should be invited.
Then she turned and walked back to the athletic field, rejoined the party in the grand stand, announced that she had changed her mind about watching the game, chatted, laughed, and appeared wholly care-free and at ease. Not until the fifth inning could Merriwell's team score against the Farnham Hall lads.
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