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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.
Frank Merriwell's eyes began to gleam with a peculiar light and his lips tightened. "They fancy they're up against a lot of youngsters they can intimidate," he thought. "They mean to frighten us at the start." Again Bender motioned for Mulloy to move back from the plate. "Pitch the ball, me fri'nd pitch the ball," said Barney. "Oi'm in me box, and I'll shtand here."
The old pistols, loaded with heavy charges of powder, but minus bullets, were thrust into their hands. Both Hans and Ephraim were ghastly pale. The Dutch lad's teeth were chattering, and the Yankee boy's knees shook beneath him. But both tried to put on a bold front. "Are ye ready, jintlemin?" demanded Barney Mulloy, who had been chosen to give the word.
As he told how Silence had sneered and mocked, the young Irishman began to grow warm. "It's roight Frankie is about betting," said Mulloy; "but divvil a bit different could Oi have done mesilf, Ephraim. It's wake and feeble crathers we are. Gallup, me bhoy, Oi'm your side parthner. We're going to do our bist to win thot game to-morrow.
Net hit it and drove it out of the diamond, although Mulloy made a desperate effort to reach it. "Vat vos you goot for, you Irish pogtrotter?" demanded Hans. "Vy did dot ball not stop you?" "G'wan! g'wan!" retorted Barney. "It was a clane hit, Dutchy." "You dood not pelief it. I vill haf to struck efry patter oudt. Der vos no udder vay when a pitcher gets dot kind of rotten suppordt."
"An' thot manes he is a dead b'y!" declared Barney Mulloy. Fred Davis quickly leaped to the brink, and wildly shouted: "Frank Merriwell! Frank Merriwell! Where are you? Frank! Frank!" No answer save the moaning of the wind and the gurgle of the sea which came up from the base of the bluff, like the last strangling sound from the throat of a drowning person. "He is gone!"
I do not want to go to Lieutenant Gordan in this condition; but you must go to him, and tell him that Bascomb seems to be out of his head and has run away, threatening to kill himself. The lieutenant will be sure to send out a detachment to search for the poor fellow. If you see Mulloy, tell him I am all right, and get him to keep Davis still. The plebe mustn't blow the story all over camp.
"Wholly satisfactory, Mr. Merriwell," asserted Casin. Mulloy and Gallup produced check books and proceeded to draw checks at a standing desk used for that purpose by depositors. These checks were made payable to the Wellsburg First National Bank, and Merriwell indorsed both of them.
"Av they have," nodded Mulloy, "the most av thim should be satisfied. It's a clane little pile av money we made in thot railroad business, Ephraim." "You bate!" chuckled the Vermonter. "Take us together, Barney and we make a hull team, with a little dog under the wagon." "As a business partner," said the Irishman, "Oi'll take a down-east Yankee ivery toime.
Morton, with a little toss of her head. "Extremely is not quite the word, madam," he replied, with a bow. "Absorbingly pleasant is far better." At intervals during the meal the sound of plaintive, doleful music floated in through the open windows. "Sounds like a baby squawking," observed Ephraim Gallup. "Begobs! Oi thought it was some wan playing on bagpoipes," observed Barney Mulloy.
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