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The boys crowded around Merriwell, eager to congratulate him, but he thrust them back, saying: "It's the first time in my life I ever did a thing of which I was ashamed! Look after him. I'm all right." "Say!" exploded Harry Rattleton, "you make me sick! Didn't you have to do it?" "I suppose so." "Didn't he strike you foul twice?"
Setting his teeth, he did so, but Rattleton caught Browning by the collar and flung him aside as the big soph sprang at Frank. "You are hurt, old man!" insisted Harry. "I saw the fellow when he tripped you. It wasn't a fair thing. You are in no condition to meet Browning now. Wait till you get your wind." "I must meet him!" cried Frank. "He'll say he did me up if I do not." "Then he'll lie.
With a slight side movement of his head Frank avoided the blow, allowing his enemy's fist to pass over his shoulder. At the same time he cross countered with his right hand, cracking Jack a heavy one under the ear. "Hooray!" cried Harry Rattleton in delight. "That was a corker! Bet Sparkler saw more stars than there are in the Wilky May I mean Milky Way." For a few minutes the fight was hot.
Harry Rattleton let his feet fall with a thump from the table on which they had been comfortably resting and turned about to stare at Merriwell, his roommate. His face expressed astonishment, not unmingled with anger. "Will you be good enough to repeat that remark?" he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke and holding his roll daintily poised in his fingers.
When the shouting had subsided, Rattleton touched Harris on the shoulder and laughingly asked: "Do I win?" "Not yet. There are two more coming." "But I win just as hard, my boy." "Hope you do." The next Harvard batter came up, determined to do something, although he was a trifle uncertain. He let the first one pass and heard a strike called, which did not please him much.
"Oh, I've seen lots of people just like him," grunted Browning, getting out a pipe and lighting it. "Don't smoke, Bruce!" groaned Rattleton, as the steamer gave an unusually heavy roll. "I'm sick enough now. That will make me worse." "Oh, we'll open the port." "Open the port!" laughed Frank. "And we just told Bloodgood we did not drink."
"At the door," faintly replied Rattleton as he reached for a mug of beer which some one held toward him. "They took me right up to the door and made me come in here." "Out!" shouted Frank "out and after them! Capture one of them if possible! We want to even this thing up." Out they rushed, but once more the crafty sophomores had vanished, and not one of them was to be found.
The panting farmer stopped and picked up the gun, then he stood and shook his fist at Rattleton, who was speeding away like a deer. "Oh, I'll report ye I will, by jee!" he vowed over and over. In the meantime Merriwell had had a most exciting adventure. He had found the turkey roost and had selected the biggest old gobbler of them all.
"Merry," said Jones, "set the complicated machinery of your fertile brain to work and see what it will bring forth." "That's right! that's right!" "I'll have to take time to think it over." "We have a few soph scalps," grinned Rattleton, pointing to a number of caps with which the walls were decorated, all of which had been snatched from the heads of sophomores.
"Had to do it to save some one of the fellows from carrying off a load of buckshot," muttered Rattleton, who was desperate. "I don't want to see anybody shot to-night." He did not stop running, but he dashed straight up to the man, snatched up the gun, and fled onward. "Hey! hey!" cried the man, as he scrambled to his feet. "Consarn you! Drop that gun! Bring it back!"
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