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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.
Mulloy had gripped Ephraim's arm. "Ivery word av thot has a familiar sound to me," muttered the Irishman. "Oi've heard thot talk before and from the same lips." "My friends," continued the speaker, "we are all brothers. Justice to one and all of this great human family should be our motto.
"It's the storms they send; and then the grain; and now they tell me it's the American beasts that's spoiling the market altogether for Ireland." "Is that what your member tells you?" "The member, sorr? which member?" "The member of Parliament for your district, I mean. What is his name?" "His name? Well, I'm not sure; and I don't know that I know the man at all. But I believe his name is Mulloy."
"You need some one to interpret your conversation, my Irish friend." "Irish? Irish?" yelled Hans, in exasperation. "Don'd you callt mineselluf Irish! Parney Mulloy vos der only Irishman der party into, und he vos der greenest pogtrotter dot efer come der Emerald Isle oudt uf." "G'wan, yer Dutch chaze!" said Barney. "Go talk to yersilf. Nobody understands yez at all, at all."
"I'm very much obliged, gentlemen very much obliged," said Silence, bowing to Mulloy and Gallup. "I hope I haven't interfered with you, Mr. Merriwell." "Not in the least," answered Frank. "Do you think we'll have good weather for the game to-morrow?" "The indications are that the weather will be all right." "And are you still confident that we will be able to bring out a thousand people or more?"
So I often visited Hans in the tent when Merriwell and Mulloy, that Irish clown, who thinks Merriwell the finest fellow in the world, were away. I kept my eyes open, and one day I spotted a letter to Merriwell. I swiped it instanter, and it helped me out, for it was from his uncle." "You're an artist in your line, Wat!" exclaimed Leslie, approvingly.
"It is the only way he can escape hanging!" came from Fred Davis, who seemed to be aroused to a point of relentless hatred for Bascomb. "Merciful goodness!" came faintly from Reynolds, who seemed to be weakening. "What a dreadful affair this is! I'd give anything in my power to give if I were well out of it!" "An' ye'd be gittin' out chape at thot, me hearty," declared Barney Mulloy.
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.
"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.
You haven't any right to do it! This must stop!" "Here, Bart," said Merriwell to Hodge, speaking quietly and firmly, "turn this boy over to Mulloy, and tell him to keep Davis from making any fuss." "But you must listen to me!" cried the little plebe, on the verge of tears. "People sometimes get killed in fights. If you are badly hurt, I'll never forgive myself. Can't I do something to stop it?
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