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I've been dared into a lot of tomfool things in my day. Next time anybody tries it on me I'm goin' to remember what yeou've jest said. I'll say no, by thutteration, and I'll say it mighty laoud, too!" They arrived at Merry Home in time to wash up and sit down to dinner with the rest of Frank's jolly house party.
"A man is a blamed fool to have anything to do with critters of his caliber," was Ephraim's decision. "I feel like I'd kinder lowered myself somehow. Thutteration! what if we should lose that game?" A cold chill ran over him. "Of course it's possible," he said, "but I don't 'low it's probable. Even Frank Merriwell can be beat sometimes. My jinks! wouldn't it be awful if things should go wrong!
"Great thutteration! I'm a goner!" "Three fire!" Both of the bold duelists turned their heads away, pointed the pistols at something, and fired. Bang! bang! Frank and Sammy Smiles let the eggs fly, and the aim of both was accurate. Sammy's egg struck Hans behind the right ear, and spattered all over the side of the Dutch lad's head, while Frank's egg landed on Ephraim's neck.
"I nevaire hear you talk that way before. Ees eet the babee? That must be the trouble, Ephraim you worree about the babee." "Thutteration! I don't believe I've thought of the baby in twenty-four hours." "Oo, how could you be so cruel not to theenk of the babee?" murmured his wife. "I theenk of eet efry hour. I hope you are not going to be seek, Ephraim."
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