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"Who cares. I will more than square that in a minute." "All right; I am waiting." Once more they were at it, toe to toe, hands moving slightly, light on their feet, ready to dodge or spring, ready to strike or guard. Blows came, one landing on Merriwell's cheek, and another on his shoulder; but more than twenty were dodged or guarded, and Bascomb was struck twice for every blow he gave.
I've seen him. He's one of the boys at Merriwell's school. He is a full-blooded Indian." "That accounts for it!" rasped the man. "That explains my failure to deceive them. The rest of the pursuers are far away on the main road. I saw them. They're in a carriage. Give me that child, Bessie." He sought to take the baby from her.
Lizette was hammering at Frank Merriwell's door. "Wake up, monsieur!" she cried. "Mon Dieu, it is such a terrible theeng! Queek! queek! Do come, monsieur!" Her knock and her cries brought Frank forth in pajamas. "What is it what's the matter?" he demanded. The voice of Hodge was heard questioning the cause of the disturbance, and Bart came forth from another room. Lizette seized Merry's arm.
Frank's acquaintances declared he had a mighty nerve, for he was able to travel with a crowd that drank and smoked, and still refrained from doing either. That was something difficult for them to understand. It was apparent to everybody that Merriwell's popularity did not depend on his ability to absorb beer or his generosity in opening fizz.
Bearover laughed gurglingly, his fat sides shaking. "Why," he said, "they tell me in this town that Merriwell has some kind of a curve which twists like a snake. They say it curves in and out. Whoever heard such rot!" "Didn't yeou ever hear before this abaout Frank Merriwell's double shoot?" "Ho! ho! ho!" laughed Bearover. "Double shoot? Ho! ho! ho! Is that what he calls it?
Bascomb glared. He longed to punch Merriwell's head, but he felt that Frank was anxious for him to attempt a move of the sort. "You're a nice chap to talk of intimidation when you have already forced Baby to fag for you!" he cried, hotly. "I think Mr. Davis will attest that I neither forced him nor asked him to perform any task for me.
"You cannot dodge them, Selwin," said the woman. "I feel that we're hurrying straight into their clutches." "Why, you fool, they're behind us! I tell you we'll dodge them now. Why in blazes did I ever bother to take that other brat from the poorhouse where its mother died? It was your plan to substitute one child for the other, Bessie. I wanted to steal Merriwell's kid in the first place.
The sophomores yelled back at them in derision. "They think we are beaten now," said Diamond, whose face had lighted up somewhat as he listened to Merriwell's plan. "If we only can get the best of them that way!" "We can and we will," assured Frank. "Those who can't get hold of the timber may look out that they don't hook our men away from it. That is all."
Their movements were so rapid that it was difficult for the eyes of the eager spectators to follow them. Both got in some sharp blows, and the round ended with a clean knock-down for Browning, who planted a terrific blow between Merriwell's eyes and sent the freshman to the floor. The sophs were jubilant and the freshmen were downcast. Merriwell simply laughed as he sat on Rattleton's knee.
The rumor was founded on the claims of a countryman of yours, Señor Porfias del Norte, who held an old and worthless land grant to the territory in which Merriwell's mine is located. The grant had been revoked, and Del Norte could have done nothing had he lived." "Then he is dead?" "Dead and buried so deeply that nothing but the horn of old Gabriel can ever bring him up."
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