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Then he grappled with Merriwell. Frank was ready, and he willingly left the line as the freshmen forged onward. He was anxious for an opportunity of seeing just what sort of stuff the king of the sophomores was made of, and this was his chance. Finding that they could not hold the freshmen back, the sophs had each singled out a man, and the contest became hand to hand.
Merriwell was following Bascomb up like a tiger, and the big fellow was forced to give ground. Again and again Frank hammered the desperate plebe, getting few blows in return and seeming to mind none of them no more than drops of rain. Bascomb's face wore the look of an enraged bull. Suddenly, with a quick side motion, he snapped off the glove on his left hand.
"But still I'm in the dark," protested Morgan. "I may be dull, but I confess that I need a little more light on this matter before I plunge." Cavendale and Harrigan exchanged glances. "The thing to do," said Harrigan, "is to have you see the chief. He'll make it clear." Dade demurred. He had not yet seen anything of Merriwell, although it seemed that Frank had been given plenty of time to arrive.
One man got a hit, stole second, and went to third on an error that allowed the batter to reach first. Sport Harris had been disappointed when Merriwell continued to remain in the box, but now he said: "He's rattled. Here's where they kill him." But Frank proved that he was not rattled.
"I will confess that I dislike Merriwell that I would give almost anything to get the best of him; but I want you to understand, Hugh Bascomb, that I am no sneak!" Bascomb still kept his eyes on the floor. "Oh, what's the use to get on your high horse, Rains!" he said, in his sullen way.
In a few moments the girl returned and quietly explained that a wandering musician had halted on the lawn and was performing on some sort of a wind instrument. "He's a bery funny-lookin' maan, Mr. Merriwell," grinned the girl. "He suttinly am wearin' de oddest clo'es Ah eber seen.
Now, however, two girls had ventured upon it, and broken through. "Who are they?" "Inza Burrage and May Blossom!" "Save them! save them!" Several started toward the imperiled girls, but two forms darted out ahead of the rest, and another race between Paul Rains and Frank Merriwell had begun. This time it was a race for life.
It is a good thing to know, but it should be used on no one but a ruffian." "It's surprising to me how soft you're getting. This Merriwell is dangerous in many directions, and his career would have been stopped short if you had broken his wrist. He has shown that he is a baseball pitcher, but no man can pitch with a broken wrist.
"Vell, you may sday till der cows come home!" gurgled Hans; "but I don'd peen caught in here any more bretty soon righd avay, you pet!" and he made a break for the door. The others quickly extinguished the light, and followed him. There would be no more gatherings in that room. Frank Merriwell fancied he had hit upon a scheme to stop the card games from which he could not remain away.
They had fought once, shortly after coming to Fardale, and Hodge had found Merriwell more than his match then. Since that time, Frank had missed no opportunity to pick up points in boxing, and his advancement had been great.
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