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 FRANK MERRIWELL 
 AT YALE 
 
 BY 
 
 BURT L STANDISH 
 
 AUTHOR OF 
 
 Frank Merriwell's Schooldays," " Frank Merriwell's Chums," " Frank 
 Merriwell's Foes," " Frank Merriwell's Trip West," etc. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA: 
 DAVID McKAY, PUBLISHER, 
 
 *>4-8 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARE.
 
 Copyright, 1903 
 By STREET & SMITH 
 
 Frank Merriwell at Yale
 
 "He finally found himself slugged under the ear and sent flying over a 
 chair." See page 13.
 
 S 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 I Trouble Brewing . . 9 
 
 II Challenged and Hazed .... 18 
 
 III The Blow 30 
 
 IV The Fight 39 
 
 V The Finish 50 
 
 VI A Fresh Council 58 
 
 VII A Surprise 68 
 
 VIII The "Roast" at East Rock ... 83 
 
 IX The Duel 96 
 
 X At Morey's . . . . . .103 
 
 XI "Lambda Chi!" 118 
 
 XII Freshman Against Sophomore . . 133 
 
 XIII Jubilant Freshmen 147 
 
 XIV The Rush 156 
 
 XV On the Ball Field 168 
 
 XVI To Break an Enemy's Wrist . . .179 
 XVII Talking it Over ...... 196 
 
 XVIII Merriwell and Rattleton . . . . 210 
 
 XIX Who is the Traitor ? . . aao
 
 I CONTENTS 
 
 CBAPTBB p A G* 
 
 XX A Hot Chase . . . .234 
 
 XXI Roast Turkey v 241 
 
 XXII A Surprise for Frank . . . . 250 
 
 XXIII The Yale Spirit 257 
 
 XXIV Gordon Expresses Himself . . . 266 
 XXV The Traitor Discovered . . . .273 
 
 XXVI The Race 283 
 
 XXVII A Change of Pitchers . . . .290 
 
 XXVIII The Game Grows Hotter ... 306 
 
 XXIX The End of the Game . . . .317 
 
 XXX Rattleton is Excited .... 330 
 
 XXXI What Ditson Wanted . . . .343 
 
 XXXII Ditson is Trapped .... 359 
 
 XXXIII "Play Ball" 365 
 
 XXXIV A Hot Finish 374
 
 FRANK MERRIWELL AT YALE 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 TROUBLE BREWING. 
 
 "Here's to good old Yale drink it down ! 
 Here's to good old Yale drink it down ! 
 
 Here's to good old Yale, 
 
 She's so hearty and so hale 
 Drink it down! Drink it down! down! down!" 
 
 From the open window of his rooms on York Street 
 Frank Merriwell heard the distant chorus of a rollick- 
 ing band of students who had been having a mern 
 evening in town. 
 
 Frank had passed his examinations successfully and 
 iad been admitted as a student at Yale. In order to 
 accomplish this without taking a preparatory course at 
 Phillips Academy, he had found it necessary to vigor- 
 ously "brush up" the knowledge he had acquired at the 
 Fardale Military Academy which was a college pre- 
 paratory school. 
 
 Professor Scotch, Frank's guardian, had been of 
 great assistance to him, for the professor knew just
 
 io Trouble Brewing. 
 
 about what would be required at the entrance examina- 
 tion, and he had kept the boy digging away at the 
 propositions in the First Book of Euclid, had drilled 
 him in Caesar, caused him to spend weary hours over 
 Virgil and the Iliad, and made him not a little weary 
 of his Xenophon. 
 
 As he passed without a condition, although he had 
 been told again and again that a course at Phillips 
 Academy was almost an absolute necessity, Frank was 
 decidedly grateful to the professor. 
 
 Professor Scotch's anxiety had brought him to New 
 Haven, where he remained "till the agony was over," 
 as Frank expressed it. The little man bubbled over 
 with delight when he found his protege had gone 
 through without a struggle. 
 
 Having secured the rooms on York Street, the pro- 
 fessor saw Frank comfortably settled, and then, before 
 taking his departure, he attempted to give the boy some 
 wholesome advice. 
 
 "Don't try to put on many frills here the first year," 
 he said. "You will find that freshmen do not cut 
 much of a figure here. It doesn't make any differ- 
 ence what you have done or what you have been else- 
 where, you will have to establish a record by what you 
 do and what you become here. You'll find these fel- 
 lows here won't care a rap if you have discovered the 
 North Pole or circumnavigated the globe in
 
 
 Trouble Brewing. II 
 
 ten days. It will be all the better for you if you do not 
 let them know you are rich in your own name and have 
 traveled in South America, Africa, Europe, and other 
 countries. They'd think you were bragging or lying 
 if you mentioned it, and " 
 
 "You know well enough that I am not given to 
 boasting about myself, professor, and so you are wast- 
 ing your breath," said Frank, rather resentfully. 
 ,r. "Hum ! ha ! Don't fly off the handle keep cool. I 
 know you have sand, and you're made of the right kind 
 of stuff; but you are the greatest hand to get into 
 scrapes I ever saw, and a little advice won't do you any 
 harm. You will find that in many things you cannot 
 do just as you would like, so you must " 
 
 "I'll get into the game all right, so don't worry. 
 You will remember that I did fairly well at Fardale, 
 and you should not worry about me while I am here." 
 
 "I will not. You did well at Fardale that's right 
 You were the most popular boy in the academy; but 
 you will find Yale is far different from Fardale." 
 
 So the professor took his departure, and Frank was 
 left to begin life at college. 
 
 His roommate was a rollicking, headstrong, thought- 
 less young fellow from Ohio. Harry Rattleton was 
 his name, and it seemed to fit him perfectly. He had 
 a way of speaking rapidly and heedlessly and turning 
 his expressions end for end.
 
 12 Trouble Brewing. 
 
 Frank had been able to assist Harry at examination. 
 Harry and Frank were seated close to each other, and 
 when it was all over and the two boys knew they had 
 passed all right, Harry came to Frank, held out his 
 hand, and said : 
 
 "I believe your name is Merriwell. Mine is Rattle- 
 3on and I am from Ohio. Merriwell, you are a brick, 
 and I am much obliged to you. Let's room together. 
 What do you say ?" 
 
 "I am agreeable," smiled Frank. 
 
 That was the way Frank found his roommate. 
 
 Harry was interested in sports and athletics, and 
 he confided to Frank that he was bound to make a try 
 for both the baseball and football teams. He had 
 brought a set of boxing gloves, foils, and a number of 
 sporting pictures. The foils were crossed above the 
 mantel and the pictures were hung about the walls, but 
 he insisted on putting on the gloves with Frank be- 
 fore hanging them up where they would be orna- 
 mental. 
 
 "I've taken twenty lessons, old man," he said, "and 
 I want to point you a few shows I mean show you a 
 few points. We'll practice every day, and I'll bet in 
 less than ten weeks I'll have you so you'll be able to 
 hold your own with any fellow of your age and weight. 
 Ever had the gloves on ?" 
 
 "A few times," answered Frank, with a quiet smile.
 
 Trouble Brewing. 1} 
 
 "That's all the better. I won't have to show you 
 how to start in. Here, here that hand goes on the 
 other glove I mean that glove goes on the other hand. 
 That's the way. Now we're off. Left forward foot 
 er, left foot forward. Hold your guard this way. 
 Now hit me if you can." 
 
 Almost like a flash of lightning Frank's glove shot 
 out, and he caused the glove to snap on Harry's nose. 
 
 "Whee jiz I mean jee whiz!" gasped the aston- 
 ished boy from Ohio. "You're quick! But it was 
 an accident ; you can't do it again." 
 
 He had scarcely uttered the words before Frank 
 feinted and then shot in a sharp one under Harry's 
 uplifted guard. 
 
 "Great Scott! You do know some tricks! I'll bet 
 you think you can box! Well, I'll have to drive that 
 head out of your notion I mean that notion out of 
 your head. Look out for me now! I'm coming!" 
 
 Then Harry Rattleton sailed into Frank and met 
 with the greatest surprise of his life, for he found he 
 could not touch Merriwell, and he was beaten and ham- 
 mered and battered about the room till he finally felt 
 himself slugged under the ear and sent flying over a 
 chair, to land in a heap in one corner of the room. He 
 sat up and held his gloved hand to his ear, which was 
 ringing with a hundred clanging bells, while he stared 
 astounded at his roommate.
 
 14 Trouble Brewing. 
 
 "Wow !" he gurgled. "What have I been up against? 
 Are you a prize fighter in disguise?" 
 
 That experience was enough to satisfy him that 
 Frank Merriwell knew a great deal more than he did 
 about boxing. 
 
 As Frank sat by his window listening to the singing, 
 on the evening that this story opens, he was wondering 
 where Harry could be, for his roommate had been 
 away since shortly after supper. 
 
 Frank knew the merry singers were sophomores, the 
 malicious and unrelenting foes of all freshmen. He 
 would have given not a little had he been able to join 
 them in their songs, but he knew that was not to be 
 thought of for a moment. 
 
 As he continued to listen, a clear tenor voice struck 
 into that most beautiful of college songs when heard 
 from a distance: 
 
 "When the matin bell is ringing, 
 
 U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o, 
 From my rushy pallet springing, 
 
 U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o, 
 
 Fresh as the morning light forth I sally, 
 With my sickle bright thro' the valley, 
 To my dear one gayly singing, 
 
 U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o." 
 
 Then seven or eight strong musical young voices 
 came in on the warbling chorus, and the boy at the win- 
 dow listened enchanted and enraptured, feeling the
 
 Trouble Brewing. 15 
 
 subtle charm of it all and blessing fortune that he was 
 a youth and a student at Yale. 
 
 The charm of the new life he had entered upon was 
 strong, and it was weaving its spell about him the 
 spell which makes old Yale so dear to all who are fortu- 
 nate enough to claim her as their alma mater. He con- 
 tinued to listen, eagerly drinking in the rest of the song 
 as it came through the clear evening air : 
 
 "When the day is closing o'er us, 
 
 U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o, 
 And the landscape fades before us, 
 
 U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o, 
 
 When our merry men quit their mowing, 
 And along the glen horns are blowing, 
 Sweetly then we'll raise the chorus, 
 
 U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o." 
 
 The warbling song died out in the distance, there 
 was a rush of feet outside the door, and Harry, breath- 
 less and excited, came bursting into the room. 
 
 "I say, old man," he cried, "what do I think?" 
 
 "Really, I don't know," laughed Frank. "What do 
 you think?" 
 
 "I I mean wh-what do you think?" spluttered 
 Harry. 
 
 "Why, I think a great many things. Whaf s up, 
 anyway?" 
 
 "You know Diamond?"
 
 16 Trouble Brewing. 
 
 "The fellow they call Jack?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "I should say so ! It was his bull pup that chewed a 
 piece out of the leg of my trousers. I kicked the dog 
 downstairs, and Diamond came near having a fit over 
 it. He's got a peppery temper, and he was ready to 
 murder me. I reckon he thought I should have taken 
 off my trousers and given them to the dog to chew." 
 
 "He's a Southerner from Virginia. He's a dan- 
 gerous chap, Frank just as lief eat as fight I mean 
 fight as eat. He's been in town to-night, drinking 
 beer with the boys, and he's in a mighty ugly mood. 
 He says you insulted him." 
 
 "Is that so?" 
 
 "It's just so, and he's going to dallenge you to a 
 chewel I mean challenge you to a duel." 
 
 Frank whistled softly, elevating his brows a bit. 
 
 "What sort of a duel?" he asked. 
 
 "Why, a regular duel with deadly weapons. He's 
 awfully in earnest, Frank, and he means to kill you if 
 you don't apologize. All the fellows are backing him ; 
 they think you will not fight." 
 
 "Is that so? Looking for me to show the white 
 feather, are they? Well, I like that!" 
 
 "But you can't fight him! I tell you he's a fire 
 eater! I've heard that his father killed a man in a 
 duel."
 
 Trouble Brewing. 17 
 
 "And that makes the son dangerous! No, Harry, 
 I can't afford to What's all that racket?" 
 
 The sound of voices and of many feet ascending the 
 stairs could be heard. Harry turned pale. 
 
 "They're coming, Frank!" he exclaimed. "It's the 
 whole gang, and Diamond is with them. He means 
 to force you to fight or squeal !"
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 CHALLENGED AND HAZED. 
 
 The voices were hushed, the feet halted in the hall, 
 and then there was a sharp knock on the door. 
 
 Before Harry could reach the door Frank called out : 
 
 "Come in." 
 
 Open flew the door, and there stood the tall, straight, 
 dark-eyed Southerner, with half a dozen other fel- 
 lows behind him. 
 
 "Mr. Merriwell," said Diamond, stiffly, "I have 
 called to see you on a very important matter, sir." 
 
 "Walk right in," invited Frank, rising to receive 
 them. "Bring your friends in. State your business, 
 Mr. Diamond." 
 
 The party came trooping in, and Frank was not a 
 little astonished to observe among them Bruce Brown- 
 ing, a big, strong, lazy sophomore, a fellow who was 
 known to be a great hand to plan deviltry which was 
 usually carried into execution by his friends. As for 
 Browning, he was not given to exerting himself when 
 he could avoid it. 
 
 That a soph should associate with a party of fresh- 
 men seemed but a little short of marvelous, and Frank
 
 Challenged and Hazed. 19 
 
 instantly scented "a job." Believing he had been 
 singled out for the party to "jolly," his blood was up in 
 a moment, and he resolved to show them that he was 
 not "easy." 
 
 Jack Diamond drew himself up, his eyes fastened 
 threateningly on Frank, and said : 
 
 "Sir, you had the impudence to kick my dog, and 
 when I remonstrated with you, you insulted me. I 
 demand an apology before these gentlemen." 
 
 Frank held himself in check; he appeared as cool as 
 an iceberg. 
 
 "Sir," he said, "your confounded dog spoiled a pair 
 of ten-dollar trousers for me, and I demand another 
 pair or satisfaction." 
 
 Harry Rattleton caught his breath. Was Merri- 
 well crazy? He started forward, as if to intervene, 
 but Diamond, his eyes blazing, motioned him back. 
 
 "Very well, sir," said the Southerner, addressing 
 Frank, "you shall have all the satisfaction you desire. 
 Mr. Ditson will represent me." 
 
 Roland Ditson pressed forward. He was a loud- 
 voiced youth who wore loud clothes and sported a 
 large amount of jewelry. 
 
 "Name your second, Merriwell," he said in an au- 
 thoritative way. "We want to settle this matter as 
 soon as possible."
 
 
 2o Challenged and Hazed. 
 
 Frank named Harry, and the seconds conferred to- 
 gether. 
 
 Merriwell sat down and coolly awaited the result, 
 with his hands in his pockets. Diamond drew aside, 
 his friends gathering about him. Bruce Browning in- 
 terested himself in what was passing between Rattleton 
 and Ditson, and it was plain that he was urging them 
 to do something. 
 
 After a few minutes Harry approached Frank, a 
 troubled look on his face. 
 
 "It's an outrage!" he indignantly exclaimed. "Dit- 
 son insists that it be a degular ruel I mean a regular 
 duel with rapiers. He says you gave the challenge, 
 and so Diamond has the right to name the weapons. 
 Such a thing can't take place!" 
 
 "Oh, yes, it can," said Frank, coolly. "Accept the 
 proposition and have the affair come off as soon as 
 possible." 
 
 "But, Frank, think of it ! I'll bet Diamond is an ex- 
 pert swordsman, and he's just the kind of a chap to lose 
 his head and run you through the body! Why, it 
 would be dimply serrible I mean simply terrible!" 
 
 "I'll have to fight him or take water. Now, Harry, 
 old man, you don't want me to show the white feather, 
 so go back and complete the arrangements." 
 
 "But there ought to be some other way of settling
 
 Challenged and Hazed. 21 
 
 it. If you could fight him with your fists I know you'd 
 beat him, but you don't stand a show this way." 
 
 Frank looked his roommate squarely in the eye. 
 
 "Go back and accept every proposition Ditson 
 makes," he commanded, and Rattleton felt the influ- 
 ence of Merriwell's superior will. 
 
 Back he went, and it did not take the seconds long, 
 with Bruce Browning's aid, to settle matters. Brown- 
 ing said he knew a nice quiet place where the duel 
 could take place without danger of interruption, and 
 in a short time the entire party was on the street, fol- 
 lowing the lead of the big sophomore. 
 
 Harry was at Frank's side and he was greatly agi- 
 tated. 
 
 "If you are counting on Diamond backing down 
 you'll be dadly I mean sadly disappointed," he whis- 
 pered. "That fellow doesn't know what it is to be 
 afraid, and he'll stand up to the end." 
 
 "Keep cool," directed Frank. "He'll find there are 
 others." 
 
 Harry gave up in despair. 
 
 "This is a terrible affair!" he muttered to himself. 
 "It's likely to mean arrest, disgrace, imprisonment for 
 the whole of us, if those blamed hot-headed fools don't 
 kill each other !" 
 
 But he decided to stand by his roommate, no mat- 
 ter what came.
 
 22 Challenged and Hazed. 
 
 Browning led them away from the vicinity of the 
 college buildings and down a dark street. At length 
 they came to an old brick structure, in which not a 
 light was to be seen. Down some slippery stone steps 
 they went, and the big soph let them in by unlocking 
 a door. 
 
 It was dark inside. Browning closed and locked 
 the door, after which he conducted them along a nar- 
 row passage, opened another door, and ushered them 
 into a room. 
 
 The smell of cigarette smoke was strong there, and 
 Frank knew the place had been lately occupied by 
 smokers. 
 
 A match spluttered, and then a lamp was lighted. 
 
 "Get ready for business," directed Browning. "I 
 will bring the rapiers and another light." 
 
 Then he vanished beyond a door that opened into 
 another dark room. 
 
 Frank looked around and saw a table, upon which 
 were cards and empty beer bottles. There were chairs 
 and some copies of illustrated sporting papers. The 
 walls were bare. 
 
 It was warm down there, and Frank immediately 
 discarded his coat 
 
 Diamond was about to follow Merri well's example, 
 when there was a sudden rush of feet and the room 
 filled in a twinkling with masked youths, who flung
 
 Challenged and Hazed. 23 
 
 themselves on the astonished freshmen and made all 
 but Frank a prisoner in a moment. 
 
 Frank instantly understood that they had been 
 trapped, and he knocked down four of his assailants 
 before they could bear him to the floor and overpower 
 him. 
 
 His hands were securely bound, and then he was 
 lifted to his feet. 
 
 "Well, fellows, that was 'a pretty slick trick," he 
 half laughed, as he coolly looked around. "You sophs 
 have been trying to corral a gang of us for a week, 
 and with the aid of the smooth Mr. Browning you suc- 
 ceeded very finely this time." 
 
 "Silence!" roared a deep voice, and a tall fellow in 
 a scarlet Mephisto rig confronted Frank. "You have 
 intruded upon forbidden ground. None but the chosen 
 may enter here and escape with life." 
 
 "Not one !" chorused all the masks in deep and dis- 
 mal unison. 
 
 Mephisto made a signal. Once more the freshmen 
 were seized. 
 
 "Away with them !" shouted the fellow in red. 
 
 In another moment all but Frank had been hustled 
 out of the room. Then Frank was suddenly held fast 
 and blindfolded. He was dragged along to some place 
 where the opening of another door brought to his ears 
 the sound of horns and shouts of fiendish glee. He
 
 24 Challenged and Hazed. 
 
 was made to mount some stairs and then his feet were 
 kicked from beneath him, and he shot down a steep 
 and slippery incline into the very midst of the shout- 
 ing demons. He dropped through space and landed 
 in a vat of ice-cold water. Then he was dragged out, 
 thumped on the head with stuffed clubs, deafened by 
 the horns that bellowed in his ears, and tossed in a 
 blanket till his head bumped against the ceiling. Then 
 he was forced to crawl through a piano box that was 
 rilled with sawdust. He was pushed and pulled and 
 hammered and thumped till he was sore in every part 
 of his body. 
 
 All through this ordeal not a word or murmur es- 
 caped his lips. His teeth were set, and he felt that he 
 had rather die than utter a sound that betrayed pain 
 or agitation. 
 
 This seemed to infuriate his assailants. They 
 banged him about till he could scarcely stand, and then, 
 of a sudden, there was a great hush, while a terrible 
 voice croaked : 
 
 "Bring forth the guillotine!" 
 
 There was a bustle, and then the. bandage, wti* 
 stripped from Frank's eyes, he was tripped up, and a 
 second later found himself lying helpless with his neck 
 in the socket of a mock guillotine. Above him was 
 suspended a huge gleaming knife that seemed to trem-
 
 Challenged and Hazed. 25 
 
 ble, as if about to fall. At his side was a fellow 
 dressed in the somber garments of an executioner. 
 
 It was really a severe strain upon his nerves, but 
 still his teeth were clinched, and not a sound came from 
 his lips. 
 
 "The knife is broken," whispered the mock execu- 
 tioner in Frank's ear, "so it may accidentally fall and 
 cut you." 
 
 "Have you any last message, fresh?" hoarsely whis- 
 pered the mock executioner. "There might be a fatal 
 accident." 
 
 Frank made no reply save to wink tauntingly at the 
 fellow. 
 
 The next instant, with a nerve-breaking swish, the 
 shining blade fell! 
 
 A piece of ice was drawn across Frank's throat and 
 a stream of warm water squirted down his back. 
 
 It was most horribly real and awful, and for a mo- 
 ment it seemed that the knife had actually done the 
 frightful deed. 
 
 Despite his wonderful nerve, Frank gasped; but he 
 quickly saw that the knife had swung aside and his 
 head was still attached to his body. 
 
 Then he forced a derisive laugh from his lips, and 
 seemed not the least disturbed, much to the disgust of 
 the assembly. 
 
 "Confound him!" growled a voice, which Frank
 
 26 Challenged and Hazed. 
 
 fancied he recognized as belonging to Browning. 
 "There's no fun in him. Let's try another." 
 
 Then Frank was lifted to his feet and assisted to 
 don his coat. 
 
 "If you want to stay and see the fun, put on a mask," 
 directed Mephisto. "You must not be recognized by 
 the other freshies." 
 
 He was given a mask and he put it on as directed. 
 
 A moment later the masked youths began to howl 
 and blow horns. A door opened, and Diamond, blind- 
 folded and bound, was led into the room. 
 
 The young Virginian stood up haughtily, and he 
 was seen to strain and struggle in an effort to free his 
 hands. 
 
 "I protest against this outrage!" he cried, angrily. 
 "I want you to know that my father " 
 
 The horrfs and the shouts drowned his words. He 
 was forced to mount the steps to a high platform, and 
 an instant later he found himself shooting down a 
 slippery incline of planed and greased boards. 
 
 The racket stopped as Diamond scooted down the 
 slippery surface. He dropped sprawling into the vat 
 of icy water. Several hands caught hold of him, 
 yanked him up, and thrust him down again. 
 
 "Oh, somebody shall suffer for this!" gurgled the 
 helpless freshman, spluttering water from his mouth. 
 
 He was dragged out of the vat, and then he was
 
 Challenged and Hazed. 27 
 
 forced to endure all the hustling, and thumping, and 
 banging which Frank Merriwell had passed through. 
 His protests seemed to fall on deaf ears. 
 
 It had been reported that Diamond had declared that 
 the sophomores would not dare to haze him, as his 
 father would make it hot for them if they did. The 
 report was remembered, and he was used more se- 
 verely than Frank had been. 
 
 Hazing at Yale was said to be a thing of the past, 
 but Frank saw it was still carried on secretly. 
 
 "Make a speech, fresh !" shouted a voice. 
 
 "Speech ! speech !" yelled the masked lads. 
 
 Diamond was placed on a low table. 
 
 For a moment he hesitated, and then he fancied he 
 saw his opportunity to make a protest that would be 
 heard. 
 
 "I will make a speech," he declared. "I'll tell you 
 young 4 ruffians what I think of you and what " 
 
 Swish ! a sponge that was dripping with dirty water 
 struck him square in the mouth. Some of the water 
 went down his throat, and he choked and strangled. 
 
 The table was jerked from beneath his feet, and he 
 fell into the waiting arms of the masked sophomores. 
 
 "He called us ruffians ! Give it to him !" 
 
 Then the unfortunate freshman was used worse than 
 ever. He was tossed in a blanket, given a powerful 
 shock of electricity, deafened by the horns, pounded
 
 28 Challenged and Hazed. 
 
 with the stuffed clubs, and hustled till there was scarcely 
 any breath left in his body. 
 
 Then the bandage was torn from Diamond's eyes 
 and he was confronted by the guillotine, over which 
 fresh red ink had been liberally spattered. The blade 
 of the huge knife was dripping in a gory manner, and 
 it really looked as if it had just completed a deadly 
 piece of work. 
 
 Despite himself, the young Virginian shivered when 
 his eyes rested on the apparently blood-stained blade. 
 
 "Be careful !" some one distinctly whispered. "We 
 do not want to kill more than one freshman in a night." 
 
 Some one else spoke of the frightful manner in which 
 the knife had cut Merriwell, and then, despite his feeble 
 struggles, Diamond was placed upon the instrument of 
 torture. 
 
 "The other fresh died game," muttered the execu- 
 tioner. "Of course we didn't mean to kill him, but 
 the knife is out of order and it slipped by accident. 
 We haven't time to fix it properly, but there are only 
 about nine chances out of ten that it will fall again." 
 
 "Oh, you fellows shall pay for this !" feebly gasped 
 Diamond. 
 
 Despite himself, although he knew how unlikely such 
 a thing was, he could not help wondering if a terrible 
 accident had really happened. If not, where was Mer-
 
 Challenged and Hazed. 29 
 
 riwell. He looked around, but saw nothing of Frank, 
 who was keeping in the background. 
 
 And then, when his nerves had been quite unstrung, 
 the knife fell, the ice and warm water were applied, and 
 Diamond could not choke back the cry of horror thai! 
 forced itself from his lips. 
 
 A roar of laughter broke from the masked students. 
 
 When Diamond was lifted to his feet he was almost 
 too weak to stand. He clinched his teeth, vowing 
 over and over to himself that he would find a way to 
 square accounts. 
 
 "If it takes me a year, I'll .find out who the leaders in 
 this affair are, and they shall suffer for it !" he thought. 
 
 "Give him a chance to see the others put through 
 the mill," said Mephisto, and Diamond's hands were 
 released. 
 
 The Virginian looked around, seeming irresolute for 
 a moment. Not far away he saw a masked lad whose 
 clothes were wet and bedaubed with dirt and sawdust. 
 
 In an instant Diamond sprang toward this person 
 and snatched the mask from his face. 
 
 "It's Merriwell !" he triumphantly shouted, "and he 
 has helped to haze me! His career at Yale will be 
 suddenly cut short!"
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 THE BLOW. 
 
 There was a sudden hush. The students saw that 
 Diamond was really revengeful, and his words seemed 
 to indicate that he intended to report any one whose 
 identity he discovered. 
 
 The Virginian was pale and he trembled with anger. 
 
 "You don't mean to say that you will blow, do you ?" 
 asked one. 
 
 "That's exactly what I do mean, sir!" came reso- 
 lutely from the lips of the infuriated freshman. "I 
 am a gentleman and the son of a gentleman, and I'll 
 never stand it to be treated like a cur. Hazing is said 
 to be no longer tolerated here, and an investigation is 
 certain to follow my report of this affair." 
 
 A little fellow stepped out. 
 
 "You claim to be a gentleman," he said, distinctly 
 "but you will prove yourself a cad if you peach." 
 
 "I had rather be a cad than a ruffian, sir !" 
 
 "If you were a gentleman you would take your medi- 
 cine like a gentleman. You'd never squeal." 
 
 "You fellows are the ones who are squealing now,
 
 The Blow. 31 
 
 for you see you have been imposing on the wrong 
 man." 
 
 "Man!" shot back the little fellow, contemptuously. 
 "There's not much man about a chap that blows when 
 'ie is hazed a little." 
 
 "A little! a little! Is this what you call a little?" 
 
 "Oh, this is r nothing. Think of what the poor 
 freshies used to go through in the old days of Delta 
 Kappa and Signa Epsilon. Why, sometimes a fellow 
 would be roasted so his skin would smell like burned 
 steak for a week." 
 
 "That was when he was burned at the stake," said 
 a chap in the background, and there was a universal 
 dismal groan. 
 
 "This is some of the Delta Kappa machinery here," 
 the little fellow explained. "Sometimes some of the 
 fellows come here to have a cold bot and hot lob. You 
 freshies walked right in on us to-night, and we gave 
 you a pleasant reception. Now, if you blow I'll guar- 
 antee you'll never become a soph. The fellows will do 
 you, and do you dirty, before your first year is up." 
 
 "Such threats do not frighten me," haughtily flung 
 back the lad from Virginia. "I know this was a put- 
 up job, and Bruce Browning was in it. He got us to 
 come here. Frank Merriwell knew something about 
 it, or he'd never been so ready to come. And I know 
 you, too, Tad Homer."
 
 2 The Blow. 
 
 The little fellow fell back a step, and then, with a 
 sudden angry impulse, he tore off his mask, showing a 
 flushed, chubby, boyish face, from which a pair of 
 great blue eyes flashed at Diamond. 
 
 "Well, I am Tad Homer!" he cried, "and I'm not 
 ashamed of it! If you want to throw me down, go 
 ahead. It will be a low, dirty trick, and will show the 
 kind of big stuff you are!" 
 
 The masked lads were surprised, for Tad had never 
 exhibited such spirit before. He had always seemed 
 like a mild, shy, mother-boy sort of chap. He had 
 been hazed and had cried ; but he wouldn't beg and he 
 never squealed. After that Browning had taken him 
 under his wing, had fought his battles, and had stood 
 by him through the freshman year. Anybody who 
 was looking for trouble could find it by imposing on 
 Horner; and Browning, for all of his laziness, could 
 fight like a tiger when he was aroused. 
 
 Some of the students clapped their hands in appro- 
 bation of Tad's plain words, and there was a general 
 stir. One fellow proposed that everybody unmask, so 
 that all would be on a level with Horner, but the little 
 fellow quickly cried : 
 
 "Don't do it ! You'd all be spotted, and the faculty 
 would know who to investigate if anything should 
 happen to Diamond. If I'm fired, I want you fellows 
 to settle with him for me."
 
 The Blow. 33 
 
 "We'll do it we'll do it, Tad!" cried more than 
 twenty voices. 
 
 Diamond showed his white, even teeth and laughed 
 shortly. 
 
 "Perhaps you think that will scare me," he sneered. 
 "If so, you will find I am not bluffed so easily." 
 
 "We are not trying to scare you," declared another 
 of the masked students, "but you'll find we are in ear- 
 nest if you blow." 
 
 "Well, you will find I am in earnest, and I do not 
 care for you all." 
 
 The boys began to despair, for they saw that Dia- 
 mond was determined and obstinate, and it would be 
 no easy thing to induce him to abandon his intention 
 of reporting the hazing. If he did so, Browning and 
 Homer would find themselves in deep trouble, and 
 others might become involved during the investiga- 
 tion. It was not probable that the consequences would 
 be serious for Merriwell, who would be able to prove 
 his innocence in the matter. 
 
 What could be done? 
 
 The boys fell to discussing the matter in little groups, 
 and not a few expressed regret that Tad Horner had 
 unmasked, as an alibi could have been arranged for 
 him if he had not done so. Now he would be too 
 proud to permit them to try anything of the sort, and
 
 34 The Blow. 
 
 he would tell the truth about his connection with the 
 affair if the truth were demanded of him. 
 
 "We're in a bad box," said one fellow in one of the 
 little groups. "Diamond is mad enough to do as ht 
 threatens." 
 
 "Sure," nodded another. "And that breaks up this 
 joint. No more little lunches here no more games 
 of penny ante." 
 
 "It's a howling shame!" exploded a third. "It 
 makes me feel grouchy." 
 
 "I move we strangle Diamond," suggested the first 
 speaker. 
 
 "It seems that that is the only way to keep his tongue 
 still," dolefully groaned a tall chap. "This is a big 
 horse on us." 
 
 "That's what," sighed a boy with a face like a girl's. 
 "The whole business puts me in a blue funk." 
 
 Then they stood and stared silently at each other 
 through the eyeholes in their masks, and not one of 
 them was able to propose anything practicable. 
 
 The rest of the assembled sophomores seemed in 
 quite as bad a plight, and some of them were inclined 
 to indulge in profanity, which, although it relieved 
 their feelings for the moment, did not suggest any way 
 out of the scrape. 
 
 At this point Merriwell spoke up, addressing Dia- 
 mond.
 
 The Blow. 35 
 
 "Look here, old man," he said in a friendly way, 
 "you've only taken the same dose they gave me. It's 
 nothing when you get used to it." 
 
 Diamond gave him a contemptuous look, but did 
 not speak. 
 
 "Now, I don't propose to make a fuss about this 
 little joke," Frank went on. "What's the use? I'm 
 not half killed." 
 
 "Perhaps you think you can hoodwink me!" cried 
 Diamond. "Well, you cannot! You were in the 
 game all the time. That's why you were so ready to 
 meet me in a duel that's why you came here." 
 
 "I assure you on my word of honor that you are 
 wrong." 
 
 "Your word of honor!" 
 
 "Yes, my word of honor," he calmly returned. "See 
 look at my clothes. You can tell that I have been 
 through the mill." 
 
 "You may have had them fixed that way on pur- 
 pose to fool me." 
 
 "Oh, you must know better than that! Be reason- 
 able, Diamond." 
 
 The Virginian made a savage gesture. 
 
 "If you are so pleased to be made a laughingstock 
 of it's nothing to me," he flashed. "Keep still if you 
 want to. I'm going to tell all I know."
 
 36 The Blow. 
 
 "That would make a very large book full of nice 
 clean, blank pages," said some one in the background. 
 
 Frank's manner suddenly changed. 
 
 "Look here, Diamond," he said, "you won't tel! ? 
 thing." 
 
 The Southerner caught his breath and his eyes 
 stared. 
 
 "Eh?" he muttered, surprised at the other's man- 
 ner. "I wont?" 
 
 "Not on your life." 
 
 "Why not?" 
 
 "Because it will mean expulsion for you as well as 
 myself if you do." 
 
 Every one was listening. They gathered about the 
 two freshmen, wondering not a little at Merriwell's 
 words and manner. 
 
 "Expulsion for me?" slowly repeated Diamond. 
 "How is that?" 
 
 "It's straight goods." 
 
 "Explain it." 
 
 "Well, I will. We came here to fight a duel, didn f/ 
 we?" 
 
 "Yes, sir." 
 
 "You admit that?" 
 
 "I do, sir." 
 
 "That is all that's needed." 
 
 "How ? Why ? I don't understand."
 
 The Blow. 37 
 
 "Duels are not countenanced in the North, and 
 nothing would cause a fellow to be fired from Yale 
 quicker than the knowledge that he had had anything 
 to do with one while here. Do you twig?" 
 
 There was a moment of silence and then a stir. A 
 deep sigh of relief came from the masked lads, and 
 some of them showed an inclination to cheer Merri- 
 well. 
 
 Diamond seemed nonplused for the moment. He 
 glared at Frank, his hands clinched and his face pale. 
 
 At last he slowly said : 
 
 "A duel is something no gentleman can blow about, 
 so if you are a gentleman you will have to remain 
 silent, sir." 
 
 "That's the way you Southerners look at it, but 
 you will excuse us Northerners if we do not see it in 
 the same light. A hazing is something we do not blow 
 about, but you seem determined to let out everything, 
 for all that it would be a dirty thing to do. In order 
 to even the matter, these fellows are sure to tell that 
 we came here to fight a duel with deadly weapons, and 
 you'll find yourself rusticating in Virginia directly." 
 
 ' 'Way down in ole Virginny," softly warbled one 
 of the delighted sophomores. "That's the stuff, Merry, 
 old boy !" 
 
 Diamond trembled with intense anger. He tried 
 to speak, but his voice was so hoarse that his words
 
 38 The Blow. 
 
 were unintelligible. A blue line seemed to form around 
 his mouth. 
 
 "Merriwell's got him!" Bruce Brown lazily whis- 
 pered in Tad Horner's ear. "See him squirm !" 
 
 Tad was relieved, although he endeavored not to 
 show it; but a satisfied smile crept over his rosy face, 
 and he felt like giving Frank Merriwell the "glad 
 hand." 
 
 Diamond's anger got the best of him. He strode 
 forward, looked straight into Frank's eyes, and panted : 
 
 "I hate you, sir ! I could kill you !" 
 
 And then, before he realized what he was doing, he 
 struck Merriwell a sharp blow on the cheek with his 
 open hand
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 THE FIGHT. 
 
 The blow staggered Frank. It had come so sud- 
 denly that he was quite unprepared for it. His face 
 became suddenly pale, save where Diamond's hand had 
 struck, and there the crimson prints of four fingers 
 came out quickly, like a danger signal. 
 
 With the utmost deliberation Merriwell removed his 
 coat. 
 
 "Come, sir!" he said to Diamond as he passed coat 
 and hat to a ready sophomore. 
 
 "I I can't fight you that way!" protested the Vir- 
 ginian, "Bring the rapiers." 
 
 "This time I claim the right to name the weapons, 
 and they will be bare fists." 
 
 "Right! right!" cried several voices. "You'll have 
 to fight him that way, Diamond." 
 
 :< I will fight him!" grated Jack, furiously. "It is 
 the prize fighter's way, but I'll fight him, and I will lick 
 him !" 
 
 He tore off his coat and flung it down. The boys 
 quickly formed a ring, and the freshmen foes faced 
 each other.
 
 4O The Fight. 
 
 Then the door of the room where the other freshmen 
 were confined was thrust open, and Harry Rattleton 
 excitedly cried: 
 
 "Whee jiz I mean jee whiz! what do you fellows 
 think ? Do you imagine we are going to stay penned 
 in here while there is a scrap going on ? Well, I guess 
 not! We're coming out!" 
 
 Harry came with a rush, and the other freshmen fol- 
 lowed at his heels, the party having been abandoned by 
 the sophs who had been placed on guard over them. 
 
 "Hold on! hold on!" commanded Harry, forcing 
 his way toward the fighters. "I am Merriwell's sec- 
 ond, and I'm going to see fair play, you bet!" 
 
 "And I am Diamond's second," said Roland Ditson. 
 "Just give me a chance in the ring there." 
 
 The appearance of the freshmen caused a brief de- 
 lay. There was some talk about rules and rounds, 
 and Diamond said : 
 
 "If I must fight with my fists, I'll fight as I please. 
 I don't know about your rules, and there will be but 
 one round that will finish it" 
 
 "How does that suit you, Merriwell?" asked Tad 
 Horner, who seemed to have assumed the position of 
 referee, 
 
 "I am willing that Mr. Diamond should arrange that 
 matter to suit himself."
 
 The Fight. 41 
 
 "But there is to be no kicking," Tad Homer hastily 
 put in. 
 
 "Certainly not," stiffly agreed the Southerner. 
 
 "All right. Shake hands." 
 
 Diamond placed both hands behind his back, and 
 Merriwell laughed. 
 
 "Ready!" called Horner. "On guard! Now you're 
 off!" 
 
 Barely had the words left the little referee's lips 
 when top, tap, slap! Merriwell had struck Diamond 
 three light blows with his open hand. 
 
 A gasp of astonishment came from the watching 
 sophomores. Never had they seen three blows de- 
 livered in such lightning-like rapidity, but their ears 
 had not fooled them, and they heard each blow dis- 
 tinctly. 
 
 Merriwell's guard was perfect, his pose was light 
 and professional, and he suddenly seemed catlike on 
 his feet. 
 
 Diamond was astonished, but only for an instant. 
 The tapping blows started his blood, and he sprang 
 toward his foe, striking out with his left and then with 
 his right. 
 
 Merriwell did not attempt to guard, but he dodged 
 both blows with ease, and then smiled sweetly into the 
 face of the baffled Virginian. 
 
 "Oh, say!" chuckled Harry Rattleton, hugging him-
 
 42 The Fight. 
 
 self in delighted anticipation, "just you fellows wait a 
 minute! Diamond will think he has been struck by 
 an earthquake!" 
 
 Bruce Browning, himself a scientific boxer, was 
 watching every movement of the two freshmen. H^ 
 turned to Puss Parker at his side and said : 
 
 "Merriwell handles himself like an old professional. 
 By Jove! I believe there's good stuff in that fellow!" 
 
 "Diamond would like to kill Merriwell," said Parker. 
 "You can see it in his face and eyes." 
 
 In truth there was a deadly look in the eyes of the 
 pale-faced young Virginian. His lips were pressed to- 
 gether, and a hardening of the jaws told that his teeth 
 were set. He was following Merriwell up, and the 
 latter was avoiding him with ease. Plainly Diamond 
 meant to corner the lad he hated and then force the 
 fighting to a finish. 
 
 The rivals were nearly of a height and they were 
 built much alike, although Frank had slightly the bet- 
 ter chest development. 
 
 Merriwell seemed to toy with Diamond, giving him 
 several little pat-like blows on the breast and in the 
 ribs. When the Virginian felt that he had Frank cor- 
 nered he was astonished to see Merriwell slip under 
 his arm and come up laughing behind him. 
 
 Merriwell's laughter filled Diamond's very soul with 
 gall and wormwood.
 
 ! 
 
 The Fight. 43 
 
 "Wait!" he thought. "He laughs best who laughs 
 last." 
 
 "Give it to him, Frank!" urged Rattleton. "You'll 
 get out of wind dodging about, and then it will not 
 be so easy to finish him off." 
 
 But Frank saw that in a scientific way Diamond was 
 no match for him, and he disliked to strike the fellow. 
 He regretted very much that the unfortunate affair had 
 come about, and he felt that there could be no satis- 
 faction in whipping the Southerner. 
 
 Merriwell hoped to toy with Diamond till the latter 
 should see that his efforts were fruitless and give up 
 in disgust. 
 
 But he did not yet recognize the kind of stuff of 
 which John Diamond was built. 
 
 "Come! come!" impatiently called one of the spec- 
 tators. "Quit ducking and dodging and get into the 
 game." 
 
 "That's right ! that's right !" chorused several. "This 
 is no sport." 
 
 "And it's no six-day walking match," sneered Ro- 
 hnd Ditson. "Merriwell seems afraid to stand up and 
 face Diamond." 
 
 "Is that what you think?" Frank mentally ex- 
 claimed. "Well, I suppose I will have to hit him a 
 few times, although it goes against my grain." 
 
 A moment later he dropped his hands by his side and
 
 44 The Fight. 
 
 took a step to meet the Virginian. It seemed like a 
 great opportunity for Diamond, and he led off straight 
 for Frank's face, striking with his left. 
 
 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. Again and 
 again Frank struck his enemy, but without putting his 
 full strength into any of the blows, but it did not seem 
 to have any effect on Diamond save to make him more 
 fierce and determined. 
 
 "The Southerner's got some sand," commented 
 Bruce Browning. 
 
 "That's right," nodded Puss Parker. 
 
 "He takes punishment well for a while, at least ; but 
 I don't believe he will hold out much longer. I think 
 he is the kind of a fellow to go to pieces in an instant.'' 
 
 "You can't tell about that I have a fancy that he's 
 deceptive." 
 
 None of them, save Rattleton, possibly, knew that 
 Merriwell was reserving any of his strength when he 
 struck his foe.
 
 The Fight. 45 
 
 The fellows who a short time before were the most 
 indignant against the Southerner because he seemed 
 determined to "blow" were now forced to admire his 
 bulldog tenacity and sand. 
 
 Merriwell had no desire to severely injure Diamond, 
 although he had felt some resentment toward the fel- 
 low for forcing him into a duel with rapiers. 
 
 To Frank it had seemed that the Virginian had no 
 hesitation in taking advantage of an enemy, for Dia- 
 mond must have presumed that Merriwell knew noth- 
 ing of the art of fencing and swordplay. 
 
 But for this belief, Merriwell would have been in- 
 clined to keep on and tire his enemy out, without strik- 
 ing a single blow that could leave a mark. 
 
 But when Frank came to consider everything, he de- 
 cided that it was no more than fair that he should give 
 his persistent foe a certain amount of punishment. 
 
 Again and again Frank cross countered and upper- 
 cut Diamond, and gradually he came to strike harder 
 as the Virginian forced the fighting, without showing 
 signs of letting up. 
 
 Bruises and swellings began to appear on Diamond 9 ; 
 face. On one cheek Merriwell's knuckles cut through 
 the skin, and the blood began to run, creeping down to 
 his chin and dropping on the bosom of his white shirt. 
 
 Still, from the determination and fury with which
 
 46 The Fight. 
 
 he fought, it seemed that Diamond was utterly un- 
 conscious that he had been struck at all. 
 
 Jack did not consider how he had led Frank into a 
 duel with rapiers without knowing whether the fellow 
 he hated had ever taken a fencing lesson in all his life. 
 
 His one thought was that, being an expert boxer 
 himself, Merriwell had forced him to a fist fight, be- 
 lieving it would be easy to dispose of him that way. 
 
 Diamond's hatred of Frank made him blind to the 
 fact that he was in the least to blame, and filled him 
 with a passionate belief that he could kill the smiling 
 Northerner without a qualm of conscience without 
 a pang of remorse. 
 
 At last, disgusted with his non-success in striking 
 Frank at all, he sprang forward suddenly and grappled 
 with him. 
 
 Frank had been on the watch for that move. 
 
 Then the boys saw a pretty struggle for a moment, 
 ending with Diamond being lifted and dropped heavily, 
 squarely on his back. 
 
 Merriwell came down heavily on his persistent 
 enemy. 
 
 Frank fell on Jack with the hope of knocking the 
 wind out of the fellow and thus bringing the fight to 
 a close. 
 
 For a few moments it seemed that he had succeeded.
 
 The Fight. 47 
 
 Frank sprang up lightly, just as Tad Horner grap- 
 pled him by the hair with both hands and yelled : 
 
 "Break away!" 
 
 Roland Ditson was at Diamond's side in a twinkling, 
 
 "Come, come, old man !" he whispered ; "get up and 
 get into the game again! Don't let them count you 
 out !" 
 
 But the Virginian was gasping for breath, and he 
 did not seem to hear the words of his second. 
 
 "That settles it," said Puss Parker, promptly. 
 
 "Better wait and see," advised Bruce Browning. 
 "Diamond may not give up when he gets his breath." 
 
 "It doesn't look as if he'd ever get his breath again." 
 
 Harry Rattleton was at Frank's side, swiftly saying : 
 
 "Why didn't you knock him out and show the fel- 
 lows what you can do? You monkeyed with the goat 
 too long. He's stuffy, and you had to settle him some- 
 time. It didn't make a dit of bifference whether it 
 was first or last." 
 
 "That's all right," smiled Frank. "He's got sand, 
 and I hated to nail him hard. It seemed a shame to 
 thump such a fellow and cover his face with decora- 
 tions." 
 
 "Shame? shame?" spluttered Harry. "Why, 
 didn't he force you into a duel with rapiers, or try to? 
 and he is an expert ! Say, what's the matter with you ? 
 If I'd been in your place I'd gone into him tooth and
 
 48 The Fight. 
 
 nail, and I wouldn't have left him in the shape of any- 
 thing. Have you got a soft spot around you some- 
 where, Merriwell?" 
 
 "I admire sand, even if it is in an enemy." 
 
 "You take the cherry pie yes, you take the whole 
 oakery!" 
 
 Harry gazed at his roommate in wonder that was not 
 entirely unmingled with pity and disgust. He could 
 not understand Merriwell, and such generosity toward 
 a persistent foe on the part of Frank seemed like weak- 
 ness. 
 
 In the meantime Ditson had been urging Diamond 
 to get up. 
 
 "They'll call the scrap finished if you don't get onto 
 your pins in a jiffy," he warned. "Homer's got his 
 watch in his hand." 
 
 Still the Virginian gasped for breath and seemed 
 unable to lift a hand. If ever a fellow seemed done up, 
 it was Diamond just then. 
 
 Roll Ditson ground his teeth in despair. 
 
 "Oh, Merriwell will think he is cock of the walk 
 low!" he muttered. "He'll crow and strut! He's 
 ?.ughing over it now!" 
 
 "Wh-what's that?" gasped Diamond, trying to 
 sit up. 
 
 "He is laughing at you," hurriedly whispered Dit- 
 son, lying glibly. "I just heard him tell Rattleton that
 
 The Fight. 49 
 
 he could have knocked the stuffing out of you in less 
 rhan a quarter of a minute. He says you'll nerer dare 
 face him again." 
 
 "Oh, he does ! oh, he does !" came huskily from Dia- 
 mond's lips. "Well, we'll see about that we'll see!" 
 
 With Ditson's aid he got upon his feet. Then his 
 breath and his strength seemed to come to him in a 
 twinkling. With a backward snap of his arm he flung 
 his second away. Then uttering a hoarse cry, he 
 rushed like a mad bull at the lad he hated.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 THE FINISH. 
 
 Diamond's recovery and the manner in which he re- 
 sumed the fight caused general astonishment. Even 
 Bruce Browning had come to think that the Virginian 
 was "out." 
 
 Frank was taken by surprise. Before he could 
 square away to meet his foe, Diamond struck him a ter- 
 rific blow near the temple, knocking him into Rattle- 
 ton's arms. 
 
 "Foul!" cried Harry, excitedly. "Homer hadn't 
 given the word." 
 
 "Foul! fouf!" came from all sides. 
 
 "There is no foul in this fight save when something 
 .is used besides fists," declared Merriwell as he stag- 
 gered from his roommate's arms. "It's all right and 
 it goes." 
 
 But he found that everything seemed swimming 
 around him, and dark spots were pursuing each other 
 before his eyes. The floor seemed to heave like the 
 deck of a ship at sea. He put out his hand to grasp 
 something, and then he was struck again.
 
 The Finish. 51 
 
 Once more Rattleton's arms kept Frank from going 
 down. 
 
 "This is no square deal !" Harry shouted. "By the 
 poly hoker I mean the holy poker! I'll take a hand 
 in this myself!" 
 
 He would have released Merriwell and jumped into 
 the ring, but Frank's strong fingers closed on his arm. 
 
 "Steady, old man!" came sharply from Merriwell's 
 lips. "I am in this yet awhile. If Diamond finishes 
 me he is to be let alone. The fellow that lays a hand 
 on him is no friend of mine !" 
 
 "You give me cramps !" groaned Harry. 
 
 Instead of aiding in finishing Frank, Diamond's 
 second blow seemed to straighten him up, as if it had 
 cleared a fog from his brain. The spots disappeared 
 before his eyes and things ceased to swim around him. 
 
 Into the ring to meet his foe sprang Frank, and, to 
 the astonishment of everybody he still smiled. 
 
 At the same time, Merriwell knew he had toyed with 
 Diamond too long. He realized that the Virginian's 
 first blow had come within a hair of knocking him out. 
 and he could still hear a faint, ringing and roaring in 
 his head. 
 
 Frank saw that the only way he could end the fight 
 was to finish his unrelenting and persistent foe. 
 
 Diamond fought like an infuriated tiger. Again 
 and again Frank's fist cracked on his face, and still he
 
 
 52 The Finish. 
 
 did not falter, but continued to stand up and "take his 
 medicine." 
 
 In less than a minute the Virginian was bleeding 
 at the nose, and had received a blow in one of his eyes 
 that was causing it to swell in a way that threatened to 
 close it entirely. 
 
 The spectators were greatly excited, and not a few 
 of them declared it was the most gamey fight they had 
 ever witnessed. 
 
 The front of Diamond's shirt was stained with 
 blood, and he presented a sorry aspect. His chest was 
 heaving, but his uninjured eye glared with unabated 
 fury and determination. 
 
 "Will he never give up ?" muttered Harry Rattleton. 
 "He's a regular hog! The fellow doesn't know when 
 he has enough." 
 
 It was true Southern grit. It was the unyielding 
 Southern spirit the spirit that led the soldiers of the 
 South to make one of the pluckiest struggles known in 
 history. 
 
 While the fellow's grit had won Frank's admiration, 
 still Merriwell had learned that it would not do to let 
 up. The only way out of the fight was to end it, anc 
 he set about trying to accomplish that with as little de 
 lay as possible. 
 
 Once Diamond succeeded in getting in another blow,
 
 The Finish. 53 
 
 and it left a slight swelling over one of the other lad's 
 eyes. 
 
 But Merriwell did not seem to know that he had 
 been hit. He soon cracked the Virginian upon the 
 uninjured eye, and that began to swell. In a few sec- 
 onds it seemed that Diamond must soon go blind. 
 
 "Finish him, old man finish him !" urged Harry. 
 
 Frank was looking for the chance, but it was some 
 time before he found it. It came at last, and his left 
 Janded on the jaw beneath Diamond's ear. 
 
 Over went the Southerner, and he lay like a log 
 where he fell. 
 
 At a glance, it was evident to all that he was 
 knocked out. 
 
 The boys crowded around Merriwell, eager to con- 
 gratulate 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 ?" 
 
 "He knows nothing of rules, and we were fighting 
 by no rules, so there could be no foul." 
 
 "Oh, no! If he'd soaked you with a brick you'd 
 said it was all right ! I say, you make me sick ! Wait
 
 54 The Finish. 
 
 till he gets a good chance to do you, and see how quick 
 he will take it." 
 
 "He'll not be to blame if he tries to get square." 
 
 "Oh, go hoke your sed I mean soak your head! 
 I'll catch you some time when you are asleep and try 
 to pound a little sense into you." 
 
 "Well, take care of Diamond," ordered MerriwelL 
 "That last one I gave him was a beastly thump." 
 
 "Let the other fellows take care of him," said Harry. 
 "We'll rub you down. You need it. Got any towels, 
 Mr. Homer?" 
 
 "Guess we can find one or two," cheerfully answered 
 Tad. "Come on, Merriwell. We'll fix you up." 
 
 Frank followed them into the room where the cap- 
 tured freshmen had been confined, and there they found 
 running water, an old iron sink, a tin wash basin, and 
 some towels. 
 
 The visitor was stripped and given a brisk and thor- 
 ough rubbing and sponging by Harry and Tad. 
 
 Bruce Browning, with his mask still over his face, 
 came loafing in and looked the stripped freshman over 
 with a critical eye. He inspected Frank from all sides, 
 poked him with his fingers, felt of his arms and legs, 
 surveyed the muscles of his back and chest, and then 
 stood off and took him all in at a glance. 
 
 "Humph !" he grunted. 
 
 Frank's delicate pink skin glowed, and he looked a
 
 The Finish. 55 
 
 perfect Apollo, with a splendid head poised upon a 
 white, shapely neck. Never had he looked handsomer 
 in all his life than he did at that moment, stripped to 
 the buff, his brown hair frowsled, his body glowing 
 from the rubbing. 
 
 "By Jove!" cried Tad Homer, who was sometimes 
 called Baby, "he's a Jim Hickey eh, old man ?" 
 
 The interrogation was directed at Browning. 
 
 "Humph!" grunted Bruce, and then with his hands 
 in his pockets he loafed out of the room. 
 
 Afterward it was reported that Browning said the 
 freshman was the finest-put-up chap he had ever seen, 
 but he didn't want to give him the swelled head by tell- 
 ing him so. 
 
 By the time Merriwell was well rubbed down one of 
 the freshmen came in and reported that Diamond had 
 come around all right. 
 
 "They're going to bring him in here and give him a 
 rubbing," said the freshman. 
 
 Frank hastened to get into his clothes, in order that 
 Diamond might have a chance. Rattleton had brushed 
 the dirt and sawdust off those clothes, so they looked 
 pretty well, and Merriwell showed no traces of what he 
 had passed through when he stepped out of the little 
 room. 
 
 Some of the boys were trying to induce Diamond to 
 be rubbed down, but he objected, declaring he was
 
 56 The Finish. 
 
 going directly to his room. The blood had been 
 washed from his face, and one or two cuts had been 
 patched up with court-plaster, but his eyes were nearly 
 closed, and he presented a pitiful appearance. 
 
 Frank hesitated a moment, and then he stepped up 
 to his foe, saying in a manner most sincere: 
 
 "Old man, I am sorry this affair took place. I had 
 the advantage, because I have taken boxing lessons, 
 but you made a beautiful fight. I hold no hard feel- 
 ings. Let's call it quits and shake." 
 
 He held out his hand. 
 
 Diamond's reply was to turn his back squarely ofi 
 the proffered hand. 
 
 An additional flush arose to Merriwell's cheeks, and 
 he dropped his hand by his side, turning away without 
 another word. 
 
 A few moments later Diamond left the building, ac- 
 companied by a single companion, and that companion 
 was not Roland Ditson. 
 
 Ditson remained behind, and he was among those 
 who crowded about Frank Merriwell and offered con- 
 gratulations. 
 
 "I was Diamond's second," said Roll, "but I am sat- 
 isfied that the best man won. He is no match for yon, 
 Merriwell. I shouldn't have been his second, only he 
 urged me to. I was glad to see you do him up." 
 
 He got hold of Frank's hand and held on, but re-
 
 The Finish. 57 
 
 ceived no friendly pressure in return. When he said 
 he was glad that Merriwell did Diamond up Frank 
 looked incredulous. 
 
 "As for me," said the victor, "I was sorry to have 
 to do him up." 
 
 Somewhere about the place Rattleton had found an 
 old floral decoration representing a harp. He brought 
 it forward and presented it to Frank. 
 
 "Take it," he said. "You'll need it pretty soon. 
 Your wings must be sprouting already!" 
 
 "What is it?" asked Frank. 
 
 "Why, can't you see? It's a harp." 
 
 "It looks to me like a blasted lyre," said MerriwelL 
 "You'd better give it to Ditson." 
 
 Then everybody but Ditson laughed.
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 A FRESH COU NCIL. 
 
 Diamond was in a wretched condition. Hunk Col- 
 lins, his roommate, procured two slices of fresh beef- 
 steak, and the Virginian had them bound over his eyes, 
 while his face was bathed with soothing and healing 
 lotions; but nothing could soothe his bruised and bat- 
 tered spirit, and Collins said he was kept awake aH 
 night by hearing Diamond grind his teeth at irregular 
 intervals. 
 
 Even when he slept near morning the Southerner 
 continued to grind his strong white teeth. 
 
 Collins was dropping off to sleep from sheer weari- 
 ness when he awoke to find his roommate astride him 
 and clutching him by the throat. 
 
 "This time I'll fix you!" mumbled Diamond, thickly. 
 "I'll kill you, Merriwell I'll kill you!" 
 
 Then he struck feeby at Collins, who rolled over and 
 flung him off. They grappled, and it was a severe 
 struggle before Diamond was flung down on the bed 
 and held. 
 
 "What in thunder is the matter with you?" gasped
 
 A Fresh Council. 59 
 
 Collins, whose hair was standing. "I'm not Merri- 
 well ! Have you gone daft ?" 
 
 "Where are we?" 
 
 "Why, in our room, of course. Where did you 
 think we were ?" 
 
 "I didn't know. I was dreaming." 
 
 "Well, if you are going to be this way often, I'll have 
 to take out a life insurance policy or quit you." 
 
 "Don't mind. I'll be all right in the morning. Oh, 
 hang the luck !" 
 
 Then the passionate Southerner turned over with 
 his face toward the wall. Collins smoked a cigarette 
 to quiet his nerves, after which he got into bed once 
 more. At intervals he could feel the bed shake, and 
 he knew Diamond was shivering as if he had a chill. 
 
 In the morning Diamond was not all right. He 
 was ill in bed, and it was necessary to call a physician, 
 although he protested against it. His eyes were in 
 wretched shape, but when the doctor questioned him, 
 he persisted in saying he had injured them by falling 
 downstairs. 
 
 Of course he could not appear at chapel or recita- 
 tions, and he sent in an excuse. 
 
 Then Mr. Lovejoy came around to investigate. 
 
 Now, Mr. Lovejoy was most mild and lamblike in 
 appearance, and one would have thought never in all
 
 60 A Fresh Council. 
 
 his life had he indulged in anything that was not per- 
 fectly proper. 
 
 But appearances were deceptive in the case of Mr. 
 Lovejoy. When a student at Yale he had made a rec- 
 ord, but he had been fortunate, and he was never de- 
 tected in anything the faculty could not approve. By 
 those who knew him he was regarded as a terror, and 
 by the faculty he was looked on as one of the most 
 quiet and docile students in college. 
 
 When Cyrus Lovejoy became an instructor he did 
 not forget the days when he had been a leader in 
 scrapes of all sorts, and he was not inclined to be pry- 
 ing into the affairs of students under him. Not only 
 that, but he could be blind to some things he acci- 
 dentally discovered. 
 
 So when Mr. Lovejoy reported that John Diamond's 
 eyes, being naturally weak, were inflamed by too close 
 application to his studies, especially in the evening, no 
 one thought of investigating further. The doctor, it 
 was said, had forbidden Diamond to attempt to study 
 for several days, and had ordered him to wear a band- 
 age over his eyes. 
 
 Two or three evenings after the fight a party of 
 freshmen gathered in Merriwell's room, for they were 
 beginning to realize that Frank was likely to be a leader 
 among them. 
 
 "I say, fellows," cried Dan Dorman, who was sitting
 
 A Fresh Council. 61 
 
 on the sill of the open window, with a cigarette cling- 
 ing to his lips, "do you know what Diamond is doing?" 
 
 "He's doing his best to cure those beautiful eyes of 
 his," said Bandy Robinson. 
 
 "I'm giving it to you straight that he was out to- 
 day and went down to the nearest gun store," declared 
 Dorman. "Collins says he bought a Winchester rifle,, 
 a shotgun, two revolvers, a bowie knife, a slungshot, 
 and a set of brass knuckles." 
 
 "Wo-o-oh!" groaned Dismal Jones. "Why didn't 
 he purchase a cannon and start for some battlefield?" 
 
 "Look out, Merry," laughed Ned Stover. "He's 
 after your scalp." 
 
 "He'll have to get a bigger outfit than that before he 
 takes it," declared Harry Rattleton. 
 
 ("How about it, Merry?" asked Bandy Robinson. 
 "I'll tell you, fellows," said Frank, who was not 
 smoking. "Diamond is not the fellow to give up 
 whipped very soon. I'm dead sure to hear from him 
 again." 
 
 "He's a cad," growled Dismal Jones. 
 
 "I think you fellows judge him rather harshly," said 
 Frank. "He is a Southerner, and he looks at many 
 things differently than we do. From his standpoint 
 he seems to be right." 
 
 "Well, he'll have to get those notions out of his head 
 if he wants to stay in college," airily declared Dan Dor-
 
 62 A Fresh Council. 
 
 man. "Now, I came here with the idea of falling into 
 the ways in vogue. Everything goes with me. That's 
 the way to get along." 
 
 "I am not so sure of that," Merriwell returned. "A 
 man must have some individuality. If you do every- 
 thing everybody wants you to, it won't be long before 
 they'll not want you to do anything." 
 
 "Oh, well, what's the use to be always hanging off 
 and getting yourself disliked ?" 
 
 "One extreme is as bad as the other. Now, I make 
 allowances for Diamond, and I am not inclined to be- 
 lieve him such a bad fellow." 
 
 Harry Rattleton flung a book across the room. 
 
 "Oh, you give me the flubdubs !" he exploded. "Why, 
 that fellow hates you, and he means to do you some 
 time. Still you are soft enough to say he's not such a 
 bad fellow ! It's disgusting !" 
 
 "Time will tell," smiled Frank. "All of you fellows 
 must admit that he has sand." 
 
 "Oh, a kind of bulldog stick- to-it-iveness," mur- 
 mured Stover. 
 
 "I'll tell you one thing," said Bandy Robinson ; "now 
 that Diamond has not blowed, he's going to be backed 
 by some of the leading sophs." 
 
 "Eh? What makes you think so?" 
 
 "Oh, I've got it straight. Browning has been to 
 see him."
 
 A Fresh Council. 63 
 
 "No! Why, Browning is king of the sophs!" 
 
 "And he is jealous of Merriwell." 
 
 "Jealous?" 
 
 "Sure. He says Merry is altogether too 'soon' for 
 a fresh, and he must be taken down. I tell you I've 
 got it straight. He'll put up some kind of a game to 
 enable Diamond to get square." 
 
 "Well, this is rather interesting," confessed Frank, 
 showing that he was aroused. "I'll have to look out 
 for Mr. Browning." 
 
 "He's a hard fellow to go against," solemnly said 
 Dismal Jones. "He's a Le Boule man, and they say 
 he may take his choice of the other big societies next 
 year." 
 
 "Oh, what's that amount to ?" 
 
 "It amounts to something here; but then he's a 
 fighter, and he is authority on fighters and fighting." 
 
 "He is too fat to fight." 
 
 "They say he can train down in a week. He was 
 the greatest freshman half-back ever known at Yale." 
 
 "Half-back Browning a half-back! Oh, say, that 
 fellow couldn't play football !" 
 
 "Not a great deal now, perhaps, but he could last 
 year. He'd be on the regular team now, but his father 
 swore to take him out of college if he didn't stop it. 
 You see, Browning is not entirely to blame for his lazi- 
 ness. He inherits it from his father, and the old man
 
 64 A Fresh Council. 
 
 will not allow him to lead in athletics, so whatever he 
 does must be done secretly." 
 
 Frank was interested. He wondered how a fellow 
 like Bruce Browning could come to be know as "king 
 of the sophomores," unless such a title was applied 
 to him in derision. Now he began to understand that 
 Browning was something more than the lazy mischief 
 planner that he had seemed. 
 
 Frank's interest in Browning grew. 
 "And you say he is backing Diamond ?" 
 "That's the way it looks from the road." 
 "Well, Mr. Bruce Browning may need some atten- 
 tion. It is he who puts the sophs up to their jobs on 
 us. We ought to put up a big one on him." 
 "That's right ! that's right !" 
 
 "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. "Have the rest of you fellows 
 done as well ?" 
 
 "I have lost two/' confessed Dan Dorman. "They 
 seem to single me out as easy fruit."
 
 A Fresh Council. e>5 
 
 "And haven't you made an attempt to get one in re- 
 turn?" asked Bandy Robinson. 
 
 "I haven't had a good chance." 
 
 "If you wait for a good chance you'll never get a 
 scalp. You must snatch 'em whenever you can." 
 
 "By Jove!" laughed Frank, "this talk about scalps 
 ras given me an idea." 
 
 "Let's have it!" exclaimed several of the boys in 
 unison. 
 
 "Not now," he said. "Wait till I have perfected it." 
 
 Roll Ditson strolled in, smoking a cigarette, and 
 said: 
 
 "Hello, Merry! Hello, fellows! What's up? Coun- 
 cil of war?" 
 
 "Just that," said Dan Dorman. "Merry is perfect- 
 ing a scheme to put a horse on Browning." 
 
 "Eh? Browning? Great Scott! Is that so? He's 
 a bad man to monkey with. Better let him alone, 
 Merry." 
 
 Ditson had a patronizing way that was offensive to 
 Frank, who had given him numberless digs ; but he was 
 too thick to tumble or he deliberately refused to take 
 Merriwell's words as they were intended. 
 
 "You'll have to kick him before he knows he's not 
 wanted," Rattleton had said. 
 
 "Thank you for your advice," said Frank, with mild
 
 66 A Fresh Council. 
 
 sarcasm "thank you exceedingly! Perhaps you are 
 right." 
 
 "Oh, I know I am. I don't want to get the king 
 after me, and I don't believe you care to have him 01. 
 your trail. He is the most influential soph in college. 
 Why, his name is on a table down at Morey's." 
 
 Ditson looked around as if his last statement had 
 settled the question of Browning's vast superiority 
 over all sophomores. 
 
 Morey's was the favorite resort of the students, and 
 no freshman could enter there. It was an old frame 
 house, with low-posted rooms, and there one could 
 drink everything except beer. No beer could be had 
 at Morey's. 
 
 Morey's was headquarters for the Society of the 
 Cup. This cup had six handles and was kept in a 
 locked closet. On the cup was engraved in large let- 
 ters the word "Velvet," which is a well-known Yale 
 drink, composed of champagne and Dublin stout, a 
 drink that is mild and soft, but has a terrific "kick." 
 
 Besides the word "Velvet," a number of students' 
 names were engraved on the cup, and no one whose 
 name was not there could ask the proprietor to show 
 the cup. 
 
 The marked tables were two round tables on which 
 names of the frequenters of the place had been cut in 
 the hard wood. One table had been filled with six
 
 A Fresh Council. 67 
 
 hundred and seventy-five names and was suspended 
 against the wall, where it would revolve, and the other 
 tables were fast filling up. 
 
 Merriwell laughed at Ditson's statement. 
 
 "I don't see as it is such a wonderful thing for & 
 soph to get his name on one of those tables," he said. 
 "If you had said that Browning's name was on the cup, 
 it would have seemed a matter of some consequence." 
 
 "It may be, for all I know. Sophs are not in the 
 habit of telling us everything. Steer clear of Brown- 
 ing, Merry, old man." 
 
 "Thanks again! You have made me so nervous 
 that I think I will take your advice." 
 
 "That's right, my boy that's right," nodded Bit- 
 son, swelling with importance. "Always listen to your 
 uncle, my lad, and you will never go wrong." 
 
 The other lads seemed rather disappointed, but Mer- 
 riwell said nothing more of his scheme to get a "horse" 
 on Browning that is, he said nothing more that night. 

 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 A SURPRISE. 
 
 It was singular how quickly Browning learned that 
 Merriwell had contemplated working a job on him. It 
 seemed an absolute certainty that some one of the 
 party in Merriwell's room had gone forth and 
 "blowed." Who had done so was a question. 
 
 As was the most natural thing, considering his dis- 
 like for the fellow, Frank felt that Roll Ditson was 
 the telltale. Of this he had no proof, however, and he 
 was too just to openly condemn a man without proof. 
 
 It was certain that Browning had learned all about 
 it, for he sent word to Merriwell to go slow. At the 
 same time, in all public places he avowed the utmost 
 contempt and disregard for the freshman who hac 
 done up Diamond. 
 
 "The boy is altogether too new," Browning sneered. 
 "What he needs is polishing off, and he is bound tc 
 get it." 
 
 Now, Frank had won admiration from the sopho- 
 mores, and there were one or two who did not like 
 Browning and would have given not a little to have 
 seen him beaten at anything.
 
 A Surprise. 69 
 
 This being the case, it is not surprising that Merri- 
 well received an anonymous note warning him to keep 
 in his room on a certain evening and look out for 
 squalls. 
 
 Frank knew Browning would not come alone, and 
 he determined to be prepared. With this object in 
 view, he gathered ten stout freshmen and had them 
 come to his room early on the evening mentioned. 
 
 The curtains were drawn closely, and the arrivals 
 were astonished to see a lot of Indian toggery piled up 
 on tables and chairs, imitation buckskin suits, feath- 
 ered headdresses, bows, arrows,, tomahawks, and so 
 forth. On Merriwell's table was a full supply of In- 
 dian red grease paint. 
 
 "Oh, say," gasped Ned Stover, his eyes bulging, 
 "what's this a powwow outfit?" 
 
 "This is the result of the idea you fellows gave me 
 when you spoke of capturing scalps the other even- 
 ing," laughed Frank. "Select your suits, gentlemen, 
 and proceed to make up." 
 
 "Makeup? What for?" 
 
 "Just you make up, and I will tell you what for after- 
 ward." 
 
 Merriwell's influence was sufficient to induce them to 
 obey, and he aided them in the work. 
 
 "Blate grazes I mean great blazes !" chuckel Rattle- 
 ton, as he rubbed the war paint on his face. "Won't
 
 jo A Surprise. 
 
 we make a bloodthirsty gang of roble ned men er, 
 noble red men !" 
 
 The boys aided each other, and Frank assisted them 
 all. 
 
 "Aren't you going to make up, Merry?*' asked 
 Bandy Robinson. 
 
 "Not now. I am to be the decoy." 
 
 "The decoy? What's in the wind, anyway?" 
 
 "Well, I have it pretty straight that some sophs, 
 led by Browning, are coming to take me out for an 
 airing to-night." 
 
 "Eh? Take you out?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "And he means to take them in," laughed Rattleton, 
 arranging a war bonnet on his head. 
 
 "That's just it," nodded Frank. "If they come 
 here, we'll be ready for them. If they do not come, 
 we'll call on Mr. Browning." 
 
 "I'm afraid this is rather a-serious matter," said Dis- 
 mal Jones. 
 
 "Oh, don't begin to croak!" cried Rattleton. "Mer- 
 riwell knows his business. Hurry up with your make- 
 up. Can't tell how early the sophs will call." 
 
 So the boys hastened. to complete their disguise, and 
 a decidedly savage-looking band they were when all 
 was completed. Frank surveyed them with satisfac- 
 tion.
 
 A Surprise. 71 
 
 "Ah ! my bold warriors!" he cried. "I am proud of 
 you. To-night to-night we deal the enemy a terrible 
 and deadly blow." 
 
 "We're ready to hear what the layout is," eagerly 
 said Ned Stover. 
 
 "Well, you are to retire to Robinson's room, which 
 is exactly opposite this, and wait. I have two fellows 
 outside to let me know when the enemy approaches and 
 to take a hand in the game at the right time. When I 
 whistle you are to make your way into this room if you 
 have to break down the door. That's all." 
 
 The boys retired to Robinson's room, where they 
 smoked and waited with great impatience. 
 
 Frank sat down and coolly went at his studies. 
 
 Nearly an hour passed, and then there was a sound 
 of wheels outside. The sound stopped before the door. 
 
 A few moments later some one ascended the stairs 
 and there came a knock on the door. 
 
 "Come in," called Frank. 
 
 The door opened, and Roll Ditson sauntered in, 
 smoking the inevitable cigarette. 
 
 "Hello, Merry!" he cried, looking around. "All 
 alone?" 
 
 "All alone, Ditson," yawned Frank. "It's beastly 
 stupid but I am having a hard pull at my studies." 
 
 "Better come out with me and get a little air. It's 
 stuffy here."
 
 72 A Surprise. 
 
 "Oh, you'll have to excuse me to-night I don't 
 believe I'll go out." 
 
 Ditson urged, but Frank persisted in refusing. RoH 
 stopped near a table and picked up a stick of grease 
 paint. 
 
 "Hello! what's this?" he exclaimed. "Aren't going 
 into amateur theatricals, are you, Merry?" 
 
 "Oh, I don't know," smiled Frank. "I may do a 
 turn." 
 
 Ditson looked at Merriwell curiously, as if in doubt 
 concerning his sincerity, but Frank simply continued 
 to smile. 
 
 "Indian red," said Roll, reading the lettering on the 
 stick. "You don't mean to become a big chief, do 
 you?" 
 
 "Perhaps so." 
 
 "Well, you are pretty sure to become a big chie : 
 here at Yale, old man," said Ditson, with apparent ear- 
 nestness. "You will be a leader here some day." 
 
 "Think so?" 
 
 "Oh, I am dead sure of it" 
 
 "Thank you." 
 
 Merriwell yawned again. 
 
 "Oh, come on!" Ditson urged. "You're stupid 
 from digging over those books. Come out and have 
 a walk." 
 
 "No."
 
 A Surprise. 73 
 
 "You won't?" 
 
 "You'll have to excuse me to-night, Ditson." 
 
 "All right. But say, I came near forgetting some- 
 thing. As I came in, there was a fellow down to the 
 door who said he wanted to see you." 
 
 "A fellow? Who was it?" 
 
 "Don't know. Some of the students, I think." 
 
 "Oh, if that is the case, go down and bring him up, 
 Ditson. You can open the door and let him in with- 
 out disturbing Mrs. Harrington." 
 
 "All right," nodded Roll. "Sorry you won't come 
 out, old fel. You'll get grouchy. Good-night" 
 
 "Good-night." 
 
 Ditson went out, and Frank heard him descending 
 the stairs. 
 
 "There'll be music in the air," muttered Merriwell 
 as he again lay back in his chair, elevating his feet tc 
 the top of the table. "But the surprisers are liable to 
 be surprised." 
 
 He heard the front door creak. Often he wondered 
 why Mrs. Harrington did not grease the hinges. 
 
 Frank had good ears, and it was not long before he 
 was sure he could hear rustlings and whisperings in 
 the hall. Then one person seemed to ascend the stairs 
 very slowly, but he made out that there were two or 
 three others with that one, the others stepping as softly 
 as possible.
 
 74 A Surprise. 
 
 Merriwell remained cool and apparently quite un- 
 aware that anything unusual was taking place. 
 
 The footsteps reached the head of the stairs and ad- 
 vanced to the door, on which there was a distinct 
 knock. 
 
 "Come in !" Frank once more called. 
 
 The door was promptly flung open, and into the 
 room strode a person who was wrapped in a big over- 
 coat and wore a wide-brimmed hat slouched over his 
 eyes. His face nearly to his eyes was covered with 
 bushy whiskers. 
 
 "Hello!" exclaimed Frank, as if surprised. "Who 
 are you ?" 
 
 " 'Sh !" hissed the stranger, with a warning gesture. 
 "Are we alone?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Where is your roommate?" 
 
 "Out." 
 
 The fellow whistled sharply, and the next minute 
 four masked lads appeared at the door and leaped into 
 the room. One of them slammed the door shut and 
 the others sprang at Frank. 
 
 Merriwell flung a book at the first one, and it struck 
 the fellow's mask, tearing it from his face. 
 
 The well-known countenance of Bruce Browning 
 was exposed ! 
 
 "Good-evening, Browning!" cheerfully called the
 
 A Surprise. 75 
 
 lively freshman as he darted behind the table. "I have 
 been expecting a call from you." 
 
 "Grab him!" directed Browning. "Get hold of 
 him!" 
 
 Frank was on the point of uttering a whistle, but it 
 was not required, for the whistle that came from the 
 lips of the disguised fellow had served as a signal to the 
 painted braves. 
 
 There was a bang at the door, which flew open as if 
 assaulted by a catapault, and into the room poured the 
 disguised freshmen. 
 
 The Indians leaped upon the masked sophomores, 
 and for a short time a very sharp struggle took place. 
 
 Bruce Browning did his best to escape from the 
 room, but three of the savages laid hold of him, and he 
 was finally subdued. 
 
 "Out of the house with them as soon as possible," 
 ordered Frank. "Come on, two or three of you. We 
 must nail the hack and the fellows outside." 
 
 Down to the door he led the way. 
 
 Mrs. Harrington came out into the hall, caught a 
 glimpse of the painted faces, uttered a wild shriek of 
 terror, and dodged back, slamming the door. 
 
 "All ready?" said Frank as he prepared to fling 
 open the front door. 
 
 "All ready!" panted Harry Rattleton, close behind 
 him.
 
 76 A Surprise. 
 
 "Don't let anybody get away," warned Merriwell. 
 "I will look after the driver." 
 
 "Go ahead." 
 
 Creak ! open swung the door, and out into the night 
 Jeaped a youth who seemed to be hotly pursued by four 
 painted and bloodthirsty-appearing redskins. 
 
 The hack was standing exactly as Frank expected it 
 would be, and he was on the box with the driver at 
 two springs. 
 
 "It's all right," he asserted. "We've got the fel- 
 low up there, though he did kick up some. A part of 
 our gang was rigged up like Indians, and they nipped 
 him all right." 
 
 "It's the divil's own set ye shtudints are !" muttered 
 the driver. "Av ye hurry, Oi'll sthay to take him 
 away; but Oi'll not remain here long, fer it's th' cops 
 will be down on us roight away." 
 
 "We'll get away ahead of the cops, don't fear that," 
 declared Frank. "They're bringing him downstairs 
 now. We had to take two or three others with him ; 
 but we'll not bother with them long." 
 
 "Arrah ! th' poor freshman !" said the driver. "Oi'd 
 not loike to be in his place this noight !" 
 
 He was completely fooled, thinking all the time that 
 Frank was one of the party he had brought there to 
 capture the freshman. 
 
 As they rushed out Frank had seen a fellow standing
 
 A Surprise. 77 
 
 near the open door of the hack, and that fellow had 
 promptly taken to flight at sight of the Indians, two of 
 whom pursued him hotly. 
 
 Frank hoped they would be able to overtake the fugi- 
 tive, for if one of the party escaped he would report 
 to the sophs, who were bound to make a big hustle to 
 rescue their captured comrades. 
 
 The disguised freshmen came downstairs, bearing 
 their captives, who were swiftly thrust into the hack, 
 which was a big, roomy, old-fashioned affair. 
 
 As many of the freshmen as could do so piled inside 
 and upon the hack, and then Frank gave the signal, the 
 driver whipped up his horse and away they went. 
 
 "East Rock," said Frank. 
 
 "Eh?" exclaimed the driver. "Thot's not pwhere 
 ye wur goin' in th' firrust place." 
 
 "We have changed the programme. East Rock is 
 where we are bound for now." 
 
 "All roight, me b'y." 
 
 The triumphant freshmen felt like shouting and 
 singing in jubilant mood. Indeed, Rattleton could 
 not refrain from "letting off steam," as he called it, 
 and he gave one wild howl of triumph that made the 
 streets echo : 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight ! 'Umpty-eight !" 
 
 "Break it off!" sharply commanded Frank. "Want 
 to let the sophs know we're up to something?"
 
 78 A Surprise. 
 
 "I don't care." 
 
 "They might raise a rescue party and follow us." 
 
 "But they wouldn't frop any chost I mean chop 
 any frost with us." 
 
 "Pwhat's thot?" came suspiciously from the driver. 
 "An' is it not softmores ye are yersilves ?" 
 
 "Of course we are," returned Harry, instantly. 
 
 "Thin pwhat fer do ye yell fer 'Umpty-eight ?" 
 
 "Oh, it's a way we have. Don't mind it, but keep 
 on driving if you want to retain your scalp, paleface. 
 We are mighty bad Injuns !" 
 
 The driver knew how to pick out the darkest and 
 most deserted streets. By the time the outskirts of the 
 city were reached the freshmen were bubbling over. 
 
 Frank Merriwell improvised a stanza of a song, and 
 in a few moments the entire band caught the words 
 and the tune. As the hack rolled along toward East 
 Rock the freshmen sang: 
 
 "We belong to good old 'Umpty-eight, 
 For she's a corker, sure as fate, sure as fate. 
 We have met the sophomores, 
 And they're feeling awful sore ; 
 So hurrah for good old 'Umpty-eight ! 'Umpty-eight !" 
 
 "Begobs! ye're th' quarest gang av softmores Oi iver 
 saw !" cried the driver. "An' it's not wan av yez Oi 
 remimber takin' up to th' freshman's boording house." 
 
 "We have changed," explained Ned Stover.
 
 A Surprise. 79 
 
 "And it's the first change I have seen for a week," 
 declared Harry Rattleton. "I'm waiting to hear from 
 the governor." 
 
 "Howld on," said the driver. "Oi want to see the 
 mon thot hired me." 
 
 He threatened to pull up, but Frank caught the whip 
 and cracked it over the horses. 
 
 "What do you want ?" asked Merriwell. 
 
 "Oi want me pay." 
 
 Now, Frank knew well enough that the driver had 
 received his pay in advance, but he was beginning to 
 suspect that the party that hired him had come to grief, 
 and so he was for exacting an extra payment from the 
 victors. 
 
 "Look here, driver," said Frank, sternly, "I want 
 your number." 
 
 "Pwhat fer?" 
 
 "In case it may appear later on that you have re- 
 ceived money at two separate and distinct times for 
 doing the same piece of work." 
 
 "Get oop!" yelled the driver. "It's ownly foolin* 
 Oi wur." 
 
 So the hack rolled on its way, with the happy fresh- 
 men smoking and singing, while the captive sophs 
 ground their teeth and railed at the bitter luck. 
 
 Inside the hack Dismal Jones, most hideously be- 
 daubed, was smoking a cigarette and brandishing a
 
 8o A Surprise. 
 
 wooden tomahawk at the same time, while he sat 
 astride of Bruce Browning, who was on the floor. 
 
 "This is a sad and solemn occasion, paleface," 
 croaked Dismal. "You have driven the noble red man 
 from his ancestral halls, which were the dim aisles of 
 he mighty forests; you have pushed him across the 
 plains, and you have tried to crowd him off the earth 
 into the Pacific Ocean. Ugh ! You have pursued him 
 with deadly firearms and still more deadly fire water. 
 You have been relentless in your hatred and your 
 greed. You have even been so unreasonable that 
 whenever a poor red man has secured a few paleface 
 scalps as trophies to hang in his wigwam you have 
 taken your trusty rifles and gone forth with great fury 
 and shot the poor Indian full of hard bullets. You 
 have done heap many things that you would not have 
 done if you had not done so. But now, poor, shiv- 
 ering dog of a paleface, the injured red man has arisen 
 at last in his might. If we are to perish, we are to 
 perish ; but before we perish, we will enjoy the gentle 
 pleasure of roasting a few white men at the stake. 
 Ugh ! We have held a council of war, we have exca- 
 vated the hatchet, we have smashed the pipe of peace 
 to flinders, or something of the sort, and have struck 
 out upon the war trail." 
 
 "You act as if you had struck out," growled one of 
 the captives.
 
 A Surprise. 81 
 
 "That's because he has had a few balls," gurgled 
 Browning. "Talk about being burned at the stake! 
 That's not torture after being obliged to inhale his 
 breath. My kingdom for some chloroform! Will 
 somebody please hit me on the head with a trip hammer 
 and put me out of my misery ?" 
 
 "Whither art thou bearing us, great chief?" asked 
 one of the captives. 
 
 "We will bare you out yonder," answered Dismal. 
 "At the stake you shall stand arrayed in the garments 
 nature provided for you." 
 
 "I don't care for tea," murmured Browning "not 
 even for repartee." 
 
 "This is worse than being roasted at the stake !" mut- 
 tered a soph in a corner. "It is severe punishment." 
 
 "Help!" cried Dismal. "Somebody take me out! 
 I can't get ahead of these miserable palefaces." 
 
 "You'll get a head if I ever find a good chance to 
 give it to you," declared the voice of Puss Parker from 
 the darkness. 
 
 Outside the painted savages were roaring : 
 
 "Farewell ! farewell ! farewell, my fairy fay ! 
 Oh, I'm off to Louisiana 
 For to see my Susy Anna, 
 Singing 'Polly-wolly-woodle' all the day." 
 
 And thus the captured sophomores were borne in 
 triumph out to East Rock, and as they were the ones
 
 82 A Surprise. 
 
 who engaged the hack, they paid for their own con- 
 veyance. 
 
 Never before had anything like it happened at Yale 
 It was an event that was bound to go down in history 
 as the most audacious and daring piece of work ever 
 successfully carried through by freshmen in that col- 
 lege. 
 
 And Frank Merriwell was to receive the credit of 
 being the originator of the scheme and the general who 
 carried it out successfully.
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 THE "ROAST" AT EAST ROCK. 
 
 A strange and remarkable scene was being enacted 
 in the peaceable and civilized State of Connecticut a 
 scene which must have startled an accidental observer 
 and caused him to fancy for a moment the hand of time 
 had turned back two centuries. 
 
 Near a bright fire that was burning on the ground 
 squatted a band of hideously-painted fellows who 
 seemed to be redskins, while close at hand, bound and 
 helpless, were a number of palefaces, plainly the cap- 
 tives of the savages. 
 
 That a council of war was taking place seemed ap- 
 parent. And still the savages seemed waiting for 
 something. 
 
 At length, out of the darkness advanced a tall, well- 
 built warrior, the trailing plumes of whose war bonnet 
 reached quite to the ground. If anything, this fellow 
 was more hideously painted than any of the others, and 
 there was an air of distinction about him that pro- 
 claimed him a great chief. 
 
 "Ugh !" he grunted. "I am here." 
 
 The savages arose, and one of them said :
 
 84 The "Roast" at East Rock. 
 
 "Fellow warriors, the mighty chief Fale-in-his- 
 Hoce I mean Hole-in-his-Face has arrived." 
 
 Then a wild yell of greeting went up to the twin- 
 kling stars, and every savage brandished a tomahawk 
 .scalping knife, or some other kind of weapon. 
 
 "Brothers," said Hole-in-his-Face, "I see that I am 
 welcome in your midst, as any up-to-date country 
 newspaper reporter would say. You have received me 
 with great eclat excuse my French; I was educated 
 abroad in New Jersey." 
 
 "Go back to Princeton !" cried one of the captives. 
 
 "Fellow warriors," continued Hole-in-his-Face, 
 without noticing the interruption, "I am heap much 
 proud to be with you on this momentous occasion." 
 
 "Yah ! yah ! yah !" yelled the savages. 
 
 "And now," the chief went on, "if you will pro- 
 ceed to squat on your haunches I will orate a trifle." 
 
 Once more the redskins sat down on the ground, anc 
 then the late arrival struck an attitude and began his 
 oration : 
 
 "Warriors of my people, why are we assembled to- 
 gether to-night?" 
 
 "Because we couldn't assemble apart," murmured a 
 voice. 
 
 "We are assembled to avenge our wrongs upon the 
 hated paleface," the chief declared. "It was long ago 
 that the proud and haughty paleface got the bulge on
 
 The "Roast" at East Rock. 85 
 
 the led man, and we have not been in the game to any 
 great extent since then. Every time we have held two 
 pairs he has come in with one pair of sixes or a Win- 
 chester and raked the pot. He has not given us any 
 kind of a show for our white alley. Whenever we 
 seemed to be getting along fairly well and doing a little 
 something, he has wrung in a cold deck on us and then 
 shot us full of air holes, purely for the purpose of ven- 
 tilation in case we objected. Warriors, we have grown 
 tired of being soaked in the neck." 
 
 "That's right," nodded a savage, "unless we are 
 soaked in the neck with fire water." 
 
 "At last," shouted the orator "at last we have 
 arisen in our wrath and our war paint and we are out 
 lor scalps. We have decided that the joy of the red 
 man is fleeting. To-night a flush mantles your dark 
 cheeks, but to-morrow it will be a bobtail flush. What 
 have we to live for but vengeance on the white man 
 and a little booze now and then? Nothing! Our 
 squaws once were beautiful as the wild flowers of the 
 prairie, but now the prize beauty of our tribe is Malt 
 Extract Maria, whose nose is out of joint, whose eyes 
 are skewed, whose teeth are covered with fine-cut to- 
 bacco, and who lost one of her ears last week by acci- 
 dentally getting it into the mouth of her husband. 
 
 "My brothers, we are not built to weep. It is not 
 the way of the noble red man. A few more summers
 
 86 The "Roast" at East Rock. 
 
 and we will be no more. We will have kicked the stuf- 
 fing out of the bucket and wended our way up the 
 golden stair. But before we cough up the ghost it be- 
 hooves us to strike one last blow at the hated paleface. 
 When we get a chance at a paleface it is our duty to do 
 him, and do him bad. Are you on ? 
 
 "We have been successful in capturing a few of our 
 hated foes, and they are bound and helpless near at 
 hand. Shall they be fricasseed, broiled, fried, or 
 made into a potpie? That is the question before the 
 meeting, and I am ready to listen to others. Let us 
 hear from Squint-eyed Sausageface." 
 
 "It doesn't make a dit of bifference I mean a bit of 
 difference to me how I have my paleface cooked," said 
 the one indicated as Squint-eyed Sausageface. "Per- 
 haps it would be well enough to cook them at the 
 stake." 
 
 "I think that would be the proper mode," gravely 
 declared another warrior; "for I have heard that they 
 boast they are hot stuff. They should not boast in 
 vain." 
 
 "Warriors," said Hole-in-his-Face, "you have heard. 
 What have you to say ?" 
 
 "So mote it be," came solemnly from one. 
 
 "Yah! yah! yah!" yelled the others. 
 
 "That settles it, as the sugar remarked to the egg 
 dropped into the coffee. Prepare the torture stakes."
 
 The "Roast" at East Rock. 87 
 
 There was a great bustle, and in a short time the 
 stakes were prepared and driven into the ground, one 
 of the savages hammering them down with a huge 
 stick of wood. 
 
 Then the captives were bound to the stakes and a lot 
 of brush was brought and piled about their feet. 
 
 Some of the sophs actually looked scared, but Brown- 
 ing kept up a continual fire of sarcastic remarks. 
 
 "Ugh!" grunted Hole-in-his-Face. "This paleface 
 talks heap much. Remove his outer garments, so the 
 fire may reach his flesh without delay." 
 
 Then Browning was held and his clothes were 
 stripped off till he stood in his under garments, bare- 
 footed, bareheaded, and still defiant. 
 
 "Oh, say!" he muttered, "won't there be an awful 
 hour of reckoning! Merriwell will regret the day he 
 came to Yale !" 
 
 At this Hole-in-his-Face laughed heartily, and 
 Browning cried : 
 
 "Oh, I know you, Merriwell ! You can't fool me, 
 though you have got the best makeup of them all." 
 
 When everything was ready, one of the savages 
 actually touched a match to the various piles of brush 
 about the feet of the unfortunate sophomores. 
 
 As the tiny flames leaped up the painted band joined 
 in a wild war dance about the stakes, flourishing their 
 weapons and whooping as if they were real Indians.
 
 88 The ''Roast" at East Rock. 
 
 Some of their postures and steps were exact imitations 
 of the poses and steps taken by savages in a war dance 
 
 "Say, confound you fool freshmen!" howled one of 
 the captives. "This fire is getting hot! Do yo 1 ! 
 really mean to roast us ?" 
 
 "Yah ! yah ! yah ! Hough ! hough ! hough !" 
 
 Round and round the stake circled the disguised 
 freshmen, and the fire kept getting higher and higher. 
 
 Puss Parker fell to coughing violently, having 
 sucked down a large quantity of smoke. Some of the 
 others raved and some begged. But still the wild 
 dance went on. 
 
 "Merciful cats!" gasped Tad Horner. "I believe 
 they actually mean to roast us !" 
 
 "Sure as fate!" agreed another. "They won't think 
 to put out the fires till we are well cooked, if they do 
 then !" 
 
 "This is awful !" gurgled Parker. "Browning, can'* 
 you do something?" 
 
 "Well, I hardly think so," confessed the king of the 
 sophomores. "But I will do something if I ever get 
 Dut of this alive! You hear me murmur!" 
 
 "Say !" cried Tad Horner. "I can't stand this much 
 longer. The fire is beginning to roast me." 
 
 "It's getting warm," confessed Parker. "But it 
 seems to keep burning around the outside edge." 
 
 "Keep cool," advised Browning.
 
 The ' 'Roast" at East Rock. 89 
 
 "What's that?" yelled Horner. "Who said 'keep 
 cool?' Oh, say! That's too much!" 
 
 "Just look at the wood," directed the king of the 
 sophomores. "You will notice that all the wood about 
 our feet is water soaked, and there's only a little dry 
 wood out around the edges. That's all that is burn- 
 ing." 
 
 This they soon saw was true, and it gave them great 
 relief, for it had begun to seem that the crazy fresh- 
 men actually meant to roast them. 
 
 At the very moment when the uproar was at its 
 height there came a sudden loud cry, like a signal, and 
 out of the darkness rushed at least twenty lads. 
 
 They were sophomores who had somehow followed 
 them out there to East Rock, having been aroused and 
 told of the capture of Browning and his mates by the 
 soph who escaped. 
 
 One fellow on a bicycle had followed them till he felt 
 sure of their destination, and then he had turned back 
 and told the others, who hastily secured teams and flew 
 to the rescue. 
 
 " 'Umpty-seven ! 'Umpty-seven ! 'Rah, 'rah! 'rah!' 
 yelled the rescuers as they charged upon the freshmen, 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight ! 'Umpty-eight ! 'Rah ! 'rah ! 'rah !" 
 howled the painted lads in return. 
 
 Then for a few moments there was a pitched battle. 
 
 The battle did not last long, for the freshmen saw
 
 90 The "Roast" at East Rock. 
 
 they were outnumbered, and at a signal from their 
 leader they broke away and took to their heels. 
 
 By rare good luck every man was able to get away, 
 for, not knowing anything about the water-soaked 
 wood piled about the feet of the captives, the rescuers 
 nearly all stopped to scatter the burning brush. 
 
 "Oh, say!" grated Browning, as he was released. 
 "But this means gore and bloodshed! We'll never 
 rest till we have squared for this roast, and we will 
 square with interest ! Merriwell's life will be one long, 
 lingering torture from this night onward !" 
 
 "What's all this racket and cheering ?" asked one of 
 the rescuers. "Listen, fellows ! By Jove ! it seems to 
 come from the place where we left our carriages !" 
 
 "That's what it does, and it's the freshman yell," 
 cried another. "Come on, fellows ! If we don't get a 
 move on we may have to walk back." 
 
 They started on a run, but when they arrived at the 
 place where the teams had been left not a team was 
 there. 
 
 The freshmen had captured the teams, drivers and 
 all, together with the hack, and far along the road 
 toward the city could be heard a cheering, singing 
 crowd. As the disgusted and furious sophs stood and 
 listened the singing and cheering grew fainter and 
 fainter. 
 
 "Fellows," said Chop Harding, "I am sorry to leave
 
 The "Roast" at East Rock. 91 
 
 Yale, but I am certain to be hanged for murder. After 
 this, whenever I see a freshman I shall kill him in- 
 stantly." 
 
 It was a doleful and weary crowd of sophs that came 
 filing back into town and sneaked to their rooms that 
 night. 
 
 Of course the sophs would have given a great deal 
 could they have kept the story quiet, but on the fol- 
 lowing morning it seemed that every student in the 
 college knew all about it. 
 
 The juniors laughed and chaffed the sophomores, 
 who were sullen and sulky and who muttered much 
 about getting even. 
 
 The freshmen were jubilant. They were on top for 
 the time, and they all knew they might not have long to 
 crow, so they did all the crowing they could in a short 
 time. 
 
 And still nobody seemed to know just who was con- 
 cerned in the affair, save that Merriwell and Brown- 
 ing must have been. 
 
 When Browning was questioned he was so blankly 
 ignorant of everything that it seemed as if he had slept 
 through the whole affair. He had a way of turning 
 every question off with another question, and it was 
 soon discovered that no information could be obtained 
 from him. 
 
 Still it was passed from lip to lip that the great and
 
 02 The "Roast" at East Rock. 
 
 jiighty king had been found by the rescuers, stripped 
 10 his underclothes, and tied to a stake, while the smoke 
 arose thickly around him and nearly choked him. 
 
 Some one suggested that Browning's complexion 
 seemed to have changed in a remarkable manner, and 
 then the students fell to asking him if he really enjoyed 
 a smoke. 
 
 Browning seemed subdued ; but those who knew him 
 best were telling everybody to hold on and see what 
 would happen. 
 
 "This is just the beginning," they said. 
 
 However, several days passed and still nothing oc- 
 curred. It began to look as if the sophs had decided 
 that they were outgeneraled and were willing to let the 
 matter drop. 
 
 Frank Merriwell was not deceived. He knew the 
 sophs were keeping still in order to deceive the fresh- 
 men into a belief that there was no danger, and he con- 
 tinued to warn all his friends to "watch out." 
 
 In the meantime Diamond had recovered and was in 
 evidence among the freshmen. It was said that he 
 went down to Billy's, a favorite freshman resort, and 
 spent money liberally there almost every night. 
 
 The result of this soon became apparent. Diamond 
 was surrounded by a crowd of hangers-on who seemed 
 to regard him as a leader. He was working for popu- 
 larity, and he was obtaining it in a certain way.
 
 The ' 'Roast" at East Rock. 95 
 
 Now, Frank Merriwell was no less generous than 
 Jack Diamond, but he would not drink liquor of any 
 kind he would not touch beer. It did not take him 
 long to discover that this peculiarity caused many of 
 the students to regard him with scorn. He was called 
 the Good Templar and was often derisively addressed 
 as Worthy Chief. 
 
 The very ones who were first to apply the name in 
 derision afterward came to call him Worthy Chief in 
 sincere admiration. 
 
 Frank went around to Billy's occasionally, and al- 
 though he would not drink, he treated frequently, pay- 
 ing for anything his companions wanted to take, from 
 beer to champagne. 
 
 One evening Frank, Harry and Dismal Jones went 
 into Billy's and found Diamond and a large crowd 
 there. Jack had been drinking something stronger 
 than lemonade, and he was holding forth to a crowd 
 of eager listeners. 
 
 One look at Diamond's flushed face did Merriwell 
 take, and then he knew the fellow was open for any- 
 thing. The high color in the cheeks of the Virginian 
 was a danger signal. 
 
 Merriwell and his two friends ordered drinks, Frank 
 taking ginger ale. Harry and Jones lighted cigarettes. 
 
 Frank examined the pictures around the walls. 
 There were ballet dancers who were standing on one
 
 94 The "'Roast" at East Rock. 
 
 toe, famous trotters, painted pictures of celebrated 
 fighting cocks, hunters in red coats leaping five-barred 
 fences, and so forth. 
 
 As he looked over the pictures he became aware that 
 Diamond was saying something that was intended for 
 his ears. 
 
 "Southerners never fight with their fists/' the Vir- 
 ginian declared. "They consider it brutal and beastly, 
 and so they do not learn the so-called 'art.' They are 
 able to fight with some other weapons, though. There 
 is a man in this college who is trying to be a high cock 
 of the walk, but he will never succeed till he shows his 
 right by meeting me face to face with weapons of 
 which I have knowledge. I have met him with his 
 weapons, and if he is not a coward he will give me a 
 show. But I think he is a coward and a sneak, and 
 I " 
 
 That was more than Frank could stand. He did not 
 pause to think that Diamond had been drinking and 
 was utterly reckless, but he whirled and advanced till 
 he stood squarely in front of the Virginian. 
 
 "I presume, Mr. Diamond, that you are referring to 
 me," he said, coldly and steadily, although he could feel 
 the hot blood leaping in his veins. 
 
 Diamond looked up insolently, inhaled a whiff of his 
 cigarette, and then deliberately blew the smoke toward 
 Frank.
 
 The "Roast" at East Rock. 95 
 
 "Yes, sir," he said, "I presume I did refer to you. 
 What are you going to do about it ?" 
 
 "You called me a coward and a sneak." 
 
 "Exactly, sir." 
 
 "If I had not already left the marks of my knuckles 
 on you I would slap your face. As it is, I will simply 
 pull your nose !" 
 
 And Frank did so, giving Diamond's nose a sharp 
 tweak. 
 
 Up to his feet leaped the Virginian, his face white 
 with wrath. He picked up a glass of champagne as 
 he arose, and then he dashed it into Frank's face. 
 
 In a twinkling friends were between them, keeping 
 them apart.
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 THE DUEL. ' 
 
 Merriwell smiled and wiped the champagne from 
 his face with a white silk handkerchief. The pro- 
 prietor bustled in and threatened. Diamond quivered 
 with excitement. 
 
 "There will be no further trouble here," calmly said 
 Frank. "This matter must be settled between us I 
 could see that plainly enough. It was just as well to 
 bring it to a head at once." 
 
 "Lunder and thightning I mean thunder and light- 
 ning!" panted Rattleton. "He won't fight you again 
 with his fists." 
 
 "I do not expect him to." 
 
 "You'll have to fight with rapiers, sure!" said an- 
 cther. 
 
 "Merriwell, you're a fool !" 
 
 "Thank you." 
 
 "You have fallen into his trap. He was making 
 that talk to drive you to do just what you did." 
 
 "Well, he may congratulate himself on his success." 
 
 "Blamed if I understand you! You seem cool
 
 The Duel. 97 
 
 enough, and still you act as if you actually meant to 
 meet him with deadly weapons." 
 
 "I shall meet him with any kind of weapons he may 
 name." 
 
 Roll Ditson came forward. 
 
 "Of course you understand that I have no feeling, 
 Merry, old man," he said; "but Diamond has chosen 
 me as his second once more, and so I can't refuse to 
 serve him. It is a most unfortunate affair, but he in- 
 sists that you fight him with rapiers." 
 
 "Very well ; I agree to that. Arrange the time and 
 place with my second, Mr. Rattleton." 
 
 Frank .sat down, picked up an illustrated paper, and 
 Deemed deeply interested in the pictures. 
 
 Ditson drew Rattleton aside. 
 
 "My principal," said he, swelling with importance, 
 "demands that this meeting take place at once." 
 
 "Great Scott!" exploded Harry. "I object to this 
 sort of business. It is outrageous! If one of them 
 should be seriously wounded, what excuse can be 
 made?" 
 
 "We'll find some excuse that will go." 
 
 "But what if one of them should be killed?" 
 
 "I hardly think anything as serious as that will oc- 
 cur." 
 
 "But should it, there would be an investigation, and
 
 98 The Duel. 
 
 expulsion and disgrace, if nothing worse, would over- 
 take us." 
 
 "Oh, well, if you are afraid, just go back and tell 
 Mr. Merriwell to apologize here and now, and I think 
 Mr. Diamond will let him off." 
 
 Harry looked at Merriwell and then shook his head. 
 
 "He'll never do that," he said, hoarsely. "We'll 
 have to arrange this duel. There is no other way 
 for it." 
 
 Between the ages of sixteen and twenty-three blood 
 runs hot and swift in the veins of a youth. It is then 
 that he will do many wild and reckless things things 
 which will cause him to stand appalled when he con- 
 siders them in after years. 
 
 Frank believed that in order to retain his own self 
 respect and the respect of his comrades he must meet 
 Diamond and give him satisfaction in any manner he 
 might designate. 
 
 But there was another reason why Frank was so will- 
 ing to meet the Virginian. Merriwell was an expert 
 fencer At Fardale he had been the champion of the 
 school, and he had taken some lessons while traveling. 
 He had thoroughly studied the trick of disarming his 
 adversary, a trick which is known to every French fen- 
 cing master, but is thought little of by them. 
 
 He believed that he could repeatedly disarm Dia- 
 mond.
 
 The Duel. 99 
 
 His adventures in various parts of the world had 
 made him somewhat less cautious than he naturally 
 would have been and so he trusted everything to his 
 ability to get the best of the Virginian. 
 
 Roland Ditson longed to force Merriwell to squeal. 
 He did not fancy Frank knew anything of fencing, and 
 he thought Merriwell would soon lose his nerve when 
 he saw himself toyed with by Diamond. 
 
 And Diamond had promised not to seriously wound 
 the fellow he hated. 
 
 The meeting was arranged as quietly as possible, 
 and the freshmen who were to witness it slipped out of 
 Billy's by twos and threes and strode away. 
 
 Thirty minutes later, in a small, stuffy room, two 
 lads, with their coats and vests off and their sleeves 
 turned back, faced each other, rapiers in hand. 
 
 "Ready, gentlemen!" called Ditson. 
 
 They made ready. 
 
 "On guard!" 
 
 The position was assumed. 
 
 Then came the command that set them at it. 
 
 In less than twenty seconds the spectators, who kept 
 back as well as possible, had seen something they never 
 beheld before. They saw two beardless lads fighting 
 with deadly weapons and using skill that was mar- 
 velous. 
 
 It took Jack Diamond far less than twenty seconds to
 
 ioo The Duel. 
 
 discover that Frank Merriwell was a swordsman of as- 
 tonishing skill. He had expected to toy with the 
 Northerner, but he found himself engaged with om 
 who met every stroke like a professional. 
 
 A great feeling of relief came over Harry Rattleton. 
 
 "Whee jiz !" he muttered. "Merry is a cooler at itf 
 I believe he's Diamond's match !" 
 
 With Diamond astonishment gave way to fury. 
 Was it possible that this fellow was to get the best of 
 him at everything? He fought savagely, and Ditsor 
 turned white as a ghost when he saw the Virginian- 
 making mad thrusts at the breast of the lad he hated. 
 
 "He's forgotten his promise he's forgotten!" hus- 
 kily whispered Ditson. "What if he should run Merri- 
 well through the body ?" 
 
 Then came a cry of anger from Diamond and a cry 
 of surprise and relief from the spectators. 
 
 Frank Merriwell, with that peculiar twisting move- 
 ment of his wrist, had torn the rapier from the Vir- 
 ginian's hand. 
 
 The blade fell clanging to the floor, and Merriwell 
 stepped back, with the point of his rapier lowered. 
 
 Snarling savagely, Diamond made a catlike spring 
 and snatched up the weapon he had lost. 
 
 "On guard!" he cried, madly. "The end is not yet; 
 I'll kill you or you'll kill me !"
 
 The Duel. 101 
 
 There was a clash of steel, and then the fight was on 
 vith more fury than before. 
 
 Diamond was utterly reckless. He left a dozen 
 openings where Frank could have run him through. 
 But Merriwell was working to repeat the trick of a few 
 seconds before. 
 
 The frightened spectators were beginning to think of 
 intervening, when once again Diamond was disarmed. 
 
 At the same moment there came a heavy knocking at 
 the door. 
 
 One fellow, who had been on guard, ran in from a 
 corridor and cried : 
 
 "It's the faculty! Somebody has given them wind 
 of this!" 
 
 "Here! here!" called a freshman. "Follow me!" 
 
 They did so, and he led them to a back window, out 
 of which they clambered. 
 
 Diamond was the last to get out, and just as he 
 touched the ground somebody came around the corner 
 and grabbed him. 
 
 "I have one of them!" shouted a voice, which he 
 recognized, as belonging to one of the faculty. 
 
 He struggled to break away, but could not. 
 
 Then somebody dashed back to his side, caught hold 
 of him, and with wonderful strength tore him from the 
 grasp of the man. 
 
 "Run!" panted Frank Merriwell's voice in his ear.
 
 102 The Duel. 
 
 And they ran away together, and in a short while 
 were safe in their rooms. 
 
 It turned out that it was not the faculty that had 
 tried to get in where the duel was taking place, but 
 some of the sophs. At the time he turned back to 
 rescue Diamond, however, Frank had believed the Vir- 
 ginian was in the grasp of one of the professors, 
 
 Merriwell was regarded as more of a wonder than 
 ever when it became generally known that he had 
 twice disarmed the Virginian in a duel with rapiers 
 or a "fencing contest," as the matter was openly spoken 
 of by those who discussed it. 
 
 But Bruce Browning, king of sophomores, waa 
 awaiting an opportunity to get at Frank.
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 AT MOREY'S. 
 
 "Say, fellows, this thing must stop !" 
 
 Puss Parker banged his fist down upon the table as 
 he made this emphatic declaration, the blow causing 
 the partly emptied glass of ale to dance and vibrate. 
 
 "Aw, say," yawned Willis Paulding, "you want to 
 be a little cawful or you will slop the good stuff, don't 
 yer know." 
 
 Willis affected a drawl, had his clothes made in 
 London, and considered himself "deucedly English," 
 although he sometimes forgot himself for a short time 
 and dropped his mannerisms. 
 
 Tad Horner gave Paulding a look of scorn. 
 
 "Come off your perch, Paul!" he invited. "You 
 give me severe pains! Get onto yourself! I don't 
 wonder Parker is excited over this matter." 
 
 "Who wouldn't be excited?" exclaimed Puss. 
 "These confounded freshmen have overthrown all the 
 established customs of the college. They have been 
 running things with a high hand. Why, they have 
 really been cocks of the walk ever since that little 
 affair out at East Rock."
 
 104 At Moray's. 
 
 " 'Sh !" cautioned Punch Swallows, a lad with fiery 
 red hair. "Don't speak of that, for the love of good- 
 ness! Just think of a gang of sophs being captured 
 by freshmen disguised as Indians, taken out into the 
 country, tied to stakes and nearly roasted, while tl:* 
 freshmen dance a gleeful cancan around them! It's 
 awful ! The mere thought of it gives me nervous pro&- 
 tration !" 
 
 It was two weeks after the duel, and the five sopho- 
 mores had gathered in the little back room at Morey's, 
 They looked at each other and were silent, but their 
 silence was very suggestive. 
 
 "By Jawve!" drawled Paulding, "it is awful! I 
 wasn't in the crowd. If I had been " 
 
 "You'd been roasted like the rest of us," cut in 
 Parker. 
 
 "But I'd made it warm faw some of the blooming 
 cads." 
 
 "Haven't we been doing our level best to make it 
 warm for them ?" cried Homer. "But no matter what 
 we do, they see us and go us one better." 
 
 "It all comes from Merriwell," asserted Swallows 
 "He's king of the freshmen, the same as Browning i? 
 king of the sophomores." 
 
 "And he's a terror," nodded Homer. "He can put 
 up more jokes than one." 
 
 "And they say he can fight."
 
 At Morey's. 105 
 
 "They say ! Why, didn't you see him do Diamond, 
 the fresh from Virginia? Oh, no. I remember you 
 were not with us that night. Yes, he can fight, and 
 he doesn't seem to be easily scared." 
 
 "I think he is a blawsted upstart," said Paulding, 
 lazily puffing at his cigarette. "He needs to be called 
 down, don't yer know." 
 
 "Some time when he is upstairs, call him down," 
 suggested Horner. 
 
 "Fists are not the only things that fellows can fight 
 with," said Parker. "The matter has been kept quiet, 
 but it is said to be a fact that Diamond forced him 
 into a duel with rapiers, and he disarmed the South- 
 erner twice, having him completely at his mercy each 
 time." 
 
 "And Diamond prides himself on being an expert 
 with that kind of weapon," nodded Horner. 
 
 "Why doesn't Browning do something?" asked 
 Paulding. "It is outrageous faw a lot of freshies tc 
 run things this way." 
 
 "Browning is in training," said Parker. 
 
 "In training? What faw? Why, he is so lazy " 
 
 "He's training to get some of the flesh off him. It is 
 my opinion that somebody must check Merriwell's wild 
 career, and he is getting in condition to do it. You 
 know that Browning was one of the hardest men who 
 ever entered Yale. He is a natural athlete, but he's
 
 io6 At Moray's. 
 
 lazy, and he has allowed himself to become soft. Why, 
 he knocked out Kid Lajoie, the professional, in a hard- 
 glove contest of three rounds. Lajoie was easy fruit 
 for him. I fancy he means to go up against this fresh 
 duck Merriwell and do him. That's the only thing 
 that will pull Merriwell off his perch. He doesn't 
 mind being hazed." 
 
 "Doesn't mind it!" shouted Horner. "Confound 
 him! He always manages to turn the tables in some 
 way, and hazes the parties who try to haze him." 
 
 Two youths came in from the front room. 
 
 "Hey, Browning! Hello, King! Come join us. 
 You, too, Emery" to the other fellow. "What'll you 
 have, Browning?" 
 
 Browning accepted a seat at the table, but waved his 
 hand languidly as he declined to drink. 
 
 "I'm not taking anything now," he said. 
 
 "Oh, but you must ! Have some ale, old man." 
 
 "Excuse me, gentlemen. I tell you squarely that I 
 am not taking anything just now. By and by I will 
 be with you again. Emery will go you one. That's 
 what he came in for." 
 
 "That's right," declared Browning's companion. "I 
 was out stargazing last night. Looked at the Long- 
 Handled Dipper a long time, and it gave me an awful 
 thirst. I've had it with me all day. Yes, mine's ale." 
 
 So another round was ordered. Horner passed
 
 At Moray's. 107 
 
 around the cigarettes, and Browning declined them. 
 The others lighted up fresh ones. 
 
 "Say," broke out Emery, suddenly, "do you know 
 that fresh Ditson gives me that tired feeling?" 
 
 Tad Horner grinned. 
 
 "He's no good," said Tad. "He is crooked and he's 
 a toucher. Touched me for a V once, and I am look- 
 ing for that fiver yet. That was two years ago, before 
 I came here. I knew him then." 
 
 "He tried to touch us for a drink as we came along," 
 said Browning. "I took him in here once, but I've 
 been sorry ever since. He said he had his thirst with 
 him just now. I told him to go sit on the fence and 
 let the wind blow him off." 
 
 "And he is a big bluff," asserted Emery. "The 
 other day he was telling how he once sat at the table 
 with kings and queens. I told him that I had and 
 with jacks and ten spots. Here comes the amber. My ! 
 I won't do a thing to it !" 
 
 The waiter placed the glasses of ale before them, 
 and Emery eagerly grasped his. 
 
 "Here's more to-morrow," was his toast, and he 
 seemed to toss it off at a single swallow. 
 
 "By Jawve!" drawled Paulding. "You must be 
 thirsty!" 
 
 "I am. Have been all day, as I said before. It was 
 hard stuff last night, and we went the rounds. My
 
 .o8 At Moray's. 
 
 jead needed hooping when I arose from my downy 
 ..ouch this morning." 
 
 "Well, you shouldn't have gotten intoxicated, in the 
 irst place," said Parker. 
 
 "I didn't. It was in the last place. If I'd gone 
 home before we struck that joint I'd been all right." 
 
 "Wow!" whooped Tad Homer. "You seem full 
 of 'em!" 
 
 "Oh, I am, I've been eating nothing but red pep- 
 per lately, and I'm hot stuff. Let's have another one 
 all around." 
 
 More ale was ordered. 
 
 "Your neck must be dry enough to squeak, old man,^' 
 :aid Parker, addressing Browning. "It doesn't seem 
 natural for you to go thirsty. Won't you have just 
 one?" 
 
 "Not one," smiled Bruce, lazily. "I've got too much 
 flesh on me now, and I'm trying to get some of it off." 
 
 "Going to try for the football team or what ?" 
 
 "Nothing of that sort but I have a reason." 
 
 "We know." 
 
 "You do?" 
 
 "Sure." 
 
 "What is it?" 
 
 "You're laying for Merriwell, and you mean to do 
 him. I am right, am I not?"
 
 At Moray's. 109 
 
 The king of the sophomores smiled in a lazy way, 
 but did not reply. 
 
 'That settles it," laughed Parker. "I knew I was 
 right. Well, somebody must curry that young coir 
 down and it must be done right away." 
 
 Browning showed sudden animation. He looked 
 around at the faces of his companions and then said: 
 
 "This crowd is straight, and I am going to make a 
 few remarks right here and now. I feel just like it." 
 
 "Drive ahead." "Go on." "We are listening." 
 
 "I am not inclined to talk this matter over publicly/ 7 
 said Bruce, "but I will say that the time is ripe to get 
 after these confounded freshmen, and we must do it, 
 I want to tell you what I found this morning. Open 
 wide your ears and listen to this." 
 
 His companions were quite prepared to listen. 
 
 "You know I am getting up every morning and tak- 
 ing a stiff walk. I turn out at daybreak." 
 
 "Good gracious!" gasped Tad Homer. "How do 
 you do it ?" 
 
 "Well, I've got one of those electric alarm clocks, 
 and I put it just as far away from my bed as pos 
 sible." 
 
 "Why is that?" 
 
 "So I won't get hold of it and smash thunder out 01 
 the thing when it gets to going. You know it won'; 
 stop its racket till somebody stops it or it is run down,
 
 no At Morey's. 
 
 and it takes an hour for it to run down after it starts 
 in to ring you up." 
 
 "By Jawve!" drawled Paulding; "I hawdly think 
 I'd like to have one of the blooming things in my 
 room." 
 
 "I don't like to have one in my room, but it is abso- 
 lutely necessary that I do. Hartwick, my roommate, 
 admires it !" 
 
 The listeners laughed. 
 
 "I should think he might," said Puss Parker. "He's 
 got a temper with an edge like a cold-chisel." 
 
 "Oh, yes, he admires it! I've got so I believe I 
 should sleep right through the racket, but he kicks me 
 out of bed and howls for me to smother the thing. So 
 you see I am bound to get up at the proper time. Once 
 I am out of bed, I stay up. The first morning after I 
 bought the clock the thing went off just as it was be- 
 ginning to break day. I got up and stopped it and 
 then went back to bed. Hartwick growled, but we 
 both went to sleep. I had been snoozing about five 
 minutes when the clock broke loose once more. Hart- 
 wick was mad, you bet ! I opened my eyes just in time 
 to see him sit up in bed with one of his shoes in his 
 hand. Whiz! Before I could stop him he flung the 
 shoe at the clock. I made a wild grab just as he did 
 so, struck his arm, and disconcerted his aim. The 
 shoe flew off sideways and smashed a mirror. Hart-
 
 At Moray's. in 
 
 wick said several things. Then I got up and stopped 
 the clock again. I dressed and went out for my walk, 
 leaving Hartwick in bed, sleeping sweetly. When I 
 came back I found him, about half dressed, jumping 
 wildly up and down in the middle of the bed, upon 
 which was heaped all the bedclothes, all of Hartwick's 
 clothes except those he had on, all of mine, except those 
 I was wearing, and as I appeared he shrieked for me to 
 tear down the window shades and pass them to him 
 quick. 
 
 " 'What's the matter?' I gasped. 'Are you mad?' 
 
 " 'Yes, I am mad !' he howled, tearing his hair. 'I 
 am so blamed mad that I don't know where I am at !' 
 
 " 'But what's the matter?' 
 
 " 'Matter! Matter! Hear it! Hear the daddly thing! 
 It has driven me to the verge of insanity ! I tried to 
 stop it, but I couldn't find how it works. And now I 
 am trying to stifle it ! Hear it ! Oh, bring me a club ! 
 Bring me something deadly! Bring me a gun, and I 
 will shoot it full of holes !' 
 
 "Then I found that I could hear my clock merrily 
 rattling away under that heap of clothes. It seemed 
 to be defying Hartwick or laughing at him. 
 
 "I got him off the bed, pawed around till I found 
 the clock between the mattresses, and then stopped it. 
 Hartwick offered me three times what it was worth 
 if I'd let him use his baseball bat on it. I told him
 
 m At Moray's. 
 
 it seemed to be a very willing and industrious alarm 
 clock, and it was mine. I warned him to injure it at 
 his peril. Since then I have learned how to stop it so 
 it will stay stopped, but it barely commences to rattle at 
 daybreak when I feel Hartwick's feet strike me in the 
 small of the back, and I land sprawling on the floor. 
 That explains how I succeed in getting up at day- 
 break." 
 
 "You started in to tell us what you found this morn- 
 ing," said Punch Swallows, to Browning, lighting a 
 fresh cigarette. 
 
 "So I did, and the alarm clock ran me off the trail. 
 Well, I got up this morning as usual when Hartwick 
 kicked me out to stop the clock. I went out for my 
 walk and crossed the campus. What do you think I 
 found?" 
 
 "A diamond ring. We'll all have ale." 
 
 "Oh, no, Tad, it wasn't a diamond ring. I noticed 
 something stuck up on one of the trees. It was a big 
 sheet of paper, and on it was skillfully lettered these 
 words : 
 
 " 'Bruce Browning will wear a new set of false teeth 
 ;o chapel to-morrow morning.' " 
 
 Browning stopped and looked around. He was very 
 proud of his even, regular, white teeth. They were so 
 perfect that they might be taken for "store teeth" at
 
 At Moray's. 1 1 } 
 
 first glance, but a second look would show they were 
 natural. 
 
 The sophs laughed, and Bruce looked indignant. 
 
 "That caused me to look still further," he went on, 
 'and I soon found another sheet upon another tree. 
 This is what I read : 
 
 " 'Conundrum. Why is King Browning a great 
 electrician? Because all his clothes are charged.' 
 
 "By that time I felt like murdering somebody. I 
 did take a morning walk, but it was in search of more 
 stuff of the same order. I found it everywhere in the 
 vicinity of the college, and some of the stuff was sim- 
 ply awful. It made me shudder. I knew who was 
 back of it all. Merriwell put up the job." 
 
 "But you outwitted him by getting around in time to 
 tear down everything he had put up. You matched 
 him that time." 
 
 "By accident. But I must more than match him. 
 He must be suppressed." 
 
 "That's right ! that's right!" cried the boys in chorus. 
 
 "I know he put the advertisement for black and 
 white cats and yellow dogs in the papers. My name 
 was signed to it, and more than two hundred black and 
 white cats and yellow dogs were brought me by parties 
 anxious to sell them at any price. One time there 
 were seven women with cats in my room, when two 
 men came up leading dogs. The first woman had
 
 ii4 At Morey's. 
 
 managed to get into the room, and while I was arguing 
 with her, trying to convince her that I did not want her 
 blamed old cat, the others found their way in. They 
 opened on me altogether. Hart wick shut himself in 
 the clothespress, and I could hear him laughing and 
 gasping for breath. I was nearly crazy when the men 
 sauntered in with the dogs in tow. Oh, say !" 
 
 Browning fell over limply in his chair, as if the 
 memory of what followed was too much for him. 
 
 "You have had a real warm time of it," grinned 
 Swallows. 
 
 "Warm! Warm! My boy, it was warm! Two 
 of the women were showing me their cats. The dogs 
 saw the cats ; the cats saw the dogs. One of the cats 
 made a flying leap for a dog. The other fled, and 
 the other dog pursued. The seven women shrieked all 
 together, and the two men swore and tried to catch the 
 dogs. The other cats escaped from the baskets in 
 which they were confined. Warm! Say!" 
 
 The king of the sophomores mopped his face with 
 his handkerchief. He seemed on the verge of utter 
 collapse. 
 
 The listening lads could not entirely restrain their 
 laughter. The picture Browning presented and the 
 incident he was relating were altogether too ludicrous. 
 
 "Talk about rackets!" he wearily continued; "we 
 had one then and there. The cats yowled and the dogs
 
 At Moray's. 115 
 
 howled. The women fell over each other and screamed 
 blue murder. The men chased the dogs and roared 
 blue blazes. And the wind blew hard ! 
 
 "One of the cats alighted on an old lady's head. The ' 
 cat's mistress grabbed her and took her away. The cat 
 had socked her claws into the old lady's wig, and it 
 came off, leaving her almost as bare as a billiard ball. 
 Oh, manner! 
 
 "Two of the cats fell to tearing the fur out of each 
 other. Some of them walked on the ceiling, like flies, 
 in their endeavors to get away from the dogs. One of 
 them pounced on adog's back and rode him around 
 the room, as if she were a circus performer. The other 
 dog chased a cat under the bed, and they were having 
 it there. Oh, they didn't do a thing not a thing! 
 
 "After a while one of the men captured one of the 
 dogs and dragged him toward the door. The other 
 man saw him and made a rush for him. 'Drop that 
 dawg !' he yelled. 'It's my dawg !' the other man yelled 
 back. And then the other man howled, 'You're an- 
 other. It's my dawg!' 
 
 "Right away after that there was trouble between 
 the owners of the dogs. They tried to hurt each other, 
 and they succeeded very well. One of them had both 
 eyes blacked, while the other lost two teeth, had his lips 
 split and his nose knocked out of plumb. But they
 
 n6 At Moray's. 
 
 smashed the stuffing out of the furniture while they 
 were doing it. 
 
 "I climbed up on something in one corner and did my 
 best to cheer them on. I sincerely hoped both would 
 be killed. The dogs seemed to feel it their duty to 
 enter into the spirit of the occasion, and they chewed 
 each other more or less. 
 
 "Then the police came in. I came near landing in 
 the station house, along with the two men who were 
 fighting, but they concluded not to pinch me. Th? 
 women departed after having once more expressed 
 their opinion all around concerning me. 
 
 "When they were gone Hartwick came out of the 
 clothespress. We sat down amid the ruins and said 
 over some words that will not bear repetition. 
 
 "That's the whole of the cat-and-dog story. I've 
 never been able to prove that Merriwell put the adver- 
 tisement into the paper, but it is all settled in my mind. 
 It was directly after this that I went into training." 
 
 Some of the sophs laughed and some showed indig- 
 nation. 
 
 "It was a very nawsty thing to do," declared Paul- 
 ding. 
 
 "I can't help laughing over it," chuckled Tad Hof- 
 ner. "But of course you ought to get back at Merri- 
 well." 
 
 "Well, I shall do my best."
 
 At Mqrey's. 117 
 
 "I don't think you need to train to do that trick," 
 said Punch Swallows. "A man who can knock out 
 Kid Lajoie ought to polish off a freshman in a minute." 
 
 "You haven't seen Merriwell fight?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "I have." 
 
 "He is clever?" 
 
 "He is a corker. Of course I believe I can do him, 
 but I want to do him easy, and that is why'I am train- 
 ing." 
 
 Another party of sophomores came in. 
 
 "It is Harrison and his crowd," said Parker, "and 
 I'm blowed if they haven't got Roll Ditson with them ! 
 That cad of a freshman has succeeded in getting in here 
 again." 
 
 "Ditson hates Merriwell, don't yer know," said 
 Paulding. "He pretends to be friendly with Merry, 
 but he's ready to do him any time."
 
 CHAPTER XL 
 "LAMBDA CHI!" 
 
 Dkson had fawned around Browning a great deal 
 since entering college, with the result that the king of 
 the sophomores came to entertain a feeling of absolute 
 disgust for the fellow. The very sight of Ditson made 
 the "king" feel as if he would enjoy giving him a good 
 "polishing off." 
 
 But Bruce was no bully, although he was a leader of 
 the sophomores. He had proved his ability to fight 
 when it was necessary, but no one could say that he 
 ever showed any inclination to do bodily harm to one 
 who was weak and peaceable. 
 
 During his freshman year Browning had originated 
 any number of wild projects for sport, and he had al- 
 ways succeeded in carrying them through successfully. 
 Thus it came about that he was called the "king," and 
 his companions continued to call him that when he be- 
 came a sophomore. 
 
 But now there was a man in college who had fairly 
 outwitted Browning on several occasions, and so it 
 came about that the king was aroused against Frank 
 Merriwell.
 
 'Lambda Chi!" 119 
 
 Browning keenly felt the sting of being beaten at his 
 own game, and he was obliged to confess to himself 
 that Merriwell had accomplished the trick. 
 
 But our hero was not inclined to let Bruce alone. 
 He did not wait for the king to become aggressive ; he 
 set about keeping Bruce in hot water, and he succeeded 
 very well. 
 
 The other freshmen, stimulated by the example of 
 one who was distinctly a leader among them, carried 
 on such an energetic campaign against the sophomores 
 that the latter found themselves almost continually on 
 the defensive. 
 
 Such a thing had never before been known at Yale 
 and the sophs were highly indignant. They informed 
 the freshmen that they were altogether too fresh. They 
 said the freshmen were breaking a time-honored cus- 
 tom, and it must be stopped. 
 
 But the triumphant freshmen kept right on, laugh- 
 ing in the faces of their angry foes. 
 
 It was expected that Browning would not delay 
 about getting back at Merriwell and his friends, and 
 the admirers of the king were surprised when he 
 seemed to remain inactive. 
 
 Then it came out that Bruce was in training, and it 
 was said that he was putting himself in condition to 
 give Merriwell the worst licking of his life. 
 
 Frank heard about it, but he did not seem disturbed
 
 120 "Lambda Chi I" 
 
 in the least. Whenever any one spoke to him about it 
 he merely smiled. 
 
 Among the freshmen there were some who believed 
 Merriwell able to hold his own against Browning. 
 They were Harry Rattleton, Jack Diamond and one 01 
 two more. 
 
 Diamond and Merriwell were not friendly, but they 
 had ceased to be open enemies. For the time being 
 the hatchet was buried, and there was peace between 
 them. 
 
 But the two did not become friends. Merriwell con- 
 tinued to assert that Diamond had sand, and Diamond 
 was ready to back his judgment in saying that Merri- 
 well was a match for any man in Yale. 
 
 Morey's was a sophomore resort. Juniors and sen- 
 iors patronized the place, but a freshman was not al- 
 lowed there unless invited to accompany some of the 
 regular frequenters of the place, 
 
 Ditson was ambitious He was not satisfied to as- 
 sociate with those of his own class, but he wanted it 
 thought he was such a fine fellow that the sophomores 
 picked him up for his company. 
 
 Thus it happened that he had succeeded in getting 
 into Morey's several times, but he was killing his own 
 chances of ever having any popularity, although he did 
 not know it.
 
 "Lambda Chi !" 121 
 
 Browning was angry when he saw the fellow come 
 in. He called one of the sophs over and said : 
 
 "Say, what are you bringing it in here again for, mv 
 boy? It's been here too many times already." 
 
 "Who Ditson?" 
 
 "Sure." 
 
 "We're working him." 
 
 "Working him? He's working you for the 
 drinks." 
 
 "That's all right. He's telling us what he knows 
 about Merriwell. If there is anything in that fellow's 
 history that we can use as a sore spot, we may be able 
 to suppress him." 
 
 "All right," scowled Browning. "Go ahead and 
 pump the crooked sneak, but don't swallow his lies. 
 I don't believe he knows anything at all about Merri- 
 well." 
 
 A few minutes later the soph returned and said : 
 
 "I don't think he knows much about him, myself, 
 but he says he's down at Billy's now or was an hour 
 ago. We might get a chance to Lambda Chi him a 
 little." 
 
 Browning seemed to arouse himself. 
 
 "That's right," he agreed. "We'll go down to 
 Billy's." 
 
 The party filed out of Morey's and Browning took 
 the lead. Ditson went along with them as if he was a
 
 122 "Lambda Chi !" 
 
 sophomore. He seemed to feel himself highly hon- 
 ored, but Browning had hard work to choke back his 
 absolute contempt for the fellow. 
 
 As they went along, it was arranged that Ditson 
 should go into Billy's and see if Merriwell was there. 
 One of the sophomores should accompany him. If 
 Merriwell was there and he should come out alone or 
 in company with one or two others, he was to be cap- 
 tured. Browning had a plan that should be carried 
 out if the capture was made. 
 
 Ditson seemed to think he was doing something very 
 smart and cunning in betraying a fellow freshman into 
 the hands of the sophomores. He fancied he was mak- 
 ing himself solid with Browning's crowd. 
 
 Billy's was reached, and one of the sophs went in 
 with Ditson, while the others kept out of sight nearby. 
 
 After a little the soph came out and reported that 
 Merriwell and Rattleton were in there. He had treated 
 the house, but Merriwell had absolutely declined to 
 take anything. 
 
 "Oh, yes," nodded Browning. "They say he never 
 drinks. That's how he keeps himself in such fine con- 
 dition all the time. He will not smoke, either, and 
 he takes his exercise regularly. He is really a remark- 
 able freshie." 
 
 Arrangements were then made that a cab should
 
 "Lambda Chi 1" 123 
 
 be brought to the corner near Billy's, where the driver 
 should remain, apparently waiting for somebody. 
 
 It was known to be quite useless to attempt to de- 
 coy Merriwell out, so dependence must be placed on 
 chance. If he came out with no more than one or 
 iwo companions his name was "mud," according to the 
 assembled sophs. 
 
 Arrangements were made to bind handkerchiefs 
 over their faces to the eyes, so they would be partly 
 disguised. Some of them turned their coats wrong 
 side out, and some resorted to other means of disguis- 
 ing themselves. 
 
 Then they waited patiently. 
 
 It was not so very long before Ditson came out in 
 a breathless hurry. He signaled, and they called him. 
 As he hastened up he panted : 
 
 "Merriwell is coming right out, fellows! Be ready 
 for him!" 
 
 The sophomores knew which way Frank was likely 
 to go after leaving Billy's, and they lay in wait at a 
 convenient spot. 
 
 "Is he alone?" eagerly asked Puss Parker 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Who is with him?" 
 
 "Rattleton." 
 
 "Any others?" 
 
 "Not likely."
 
 124 "Lambda Chi !" 
 
 "Good ! Take a tumble to yourself and skip." 
 
 Ditson did so. 
 
 "Now, fellows," hurriedly said Browning, "be ready 
 for a struggle. Remember that Merriwell is a scrapper 
 and he is likely to resist. We must take him com- 
 pletely by surprise. Get back and lay quiet till I give 
 the signal." 
 
 They did as directed, and as they were in a dark 
 corner, there was not much danger that they would 
 be seen till they were ready to light on their game. 
 
 Footsteps were heard. 
 
 "Here he comes !" 
 
 Browning peered out, and two figures were seen 
 approaching. 
 
 "How many?" anxiously whispered Tad Homer, 
 quivering with anxiety. 
 
 "Two. They are easy. Ready for the rush." 
 
 The sophomores crouched like savage warriors in 
 ambush. 
 
 Merriwell's peculiar, pleasant laugh was heard as 
 the two unsuspecting freshmen approached. 
 
 Rattleton was talking, and, as usual, he was twisting 
 his expression in his haste to say the things which 
 flashed through his head. 
 
 "It doesn't make a dit of bifference if we haven't 
 proved anything against him, I say Ditson can't be
 
 "Lambda Chi!" 125 
 
 trusted. He's got a mocked crug I mean a crooked 
 mug." 
 
 "Oh, don't be too hard on the fellow till you know 
 something for sure," advised Merriwell. "I will con- 
 fess that I do not like him, but " 
 
 There was a sudden rush of dark figures oat of the 
 shadows, and the two freshmen were clutched. Coats 
 were flung over their heads and they were crushed to 
 the ground. 
 
 Although taken by surprise, both lads struggled. 
 
 In the suddenness of the rush Browning had made 
 a mistake and flung himself on Rattleton, while he had 
 intended to grasp Merriwell. The coat being cast 
 over the head of the lad prevented him from discover- 
 ing his mistake. 
 
 Punch Swallows and Andy Emery were devoting 
 themselves to Merriwell, and it was their first impres- 
 sion that they had tackled Rattleton. 
 
 For an instant it seemed that the trick had worked tc 
 perfection, and the freshmen had been made captives 
 easily. 
 
 Then came a surprise. 
 
 Swallows and Emery were unable to hold ther 
 man down. He tore off the smothering coat and rose 
 with them, despite all they could do. They cried out 
 for help: 
 
 "Give us a hand, fellows ! He's like an eel ! Quick f *
 
 126 "Lambda Chi !" 
 
 Some of the sophs had been unable to render much 
 assistance, and they now did their best to aid Swal- 
 lows and Emery. In their haste to do something they 
 seemed to get in the way of each other. 
 
 "Well, I don't know I don't know!" laughed a 
 familiar voice, and the freshman gave Swallows a snap 
 that lifted him off his feet and cast him into the stom- 
 ach of another fellow, who received such a blow from 
 Punch's head that the wind was knocked out of him in 
 a moment. 
 
 "We'll have to see about this," said the freshman 
 as he cracked Emery on the jaw and broke his hold. 
 
 "Great smoke! It's Merriwell!" gurgled Emery as 
 he reeled back. 
 
 "Onto him, fellows !" urged a soph, and Frank sud- 
 denly found six or seven of the crowd were at him. 
 
 Just how he did it no one could tell, but he broke 
 straight through the crowd and in another moment 
 was rushing back toward Billy's, shouting: 
 
 "Lambda Chi ! Lambda Chi !" 
 
 It was useless to try to follow him, as all quickly 
 saw. 
 
 In the meantime Rattleton had been cornered, and 
 the disappointed sophs resolved to escape with him. 
 They lifted him and made a rush for the cab. He 
 was bundled in, and away went the cab. 
 
 Frank rushed into Billy's and gave the alarm. He
 
 "Lambda Chi!" 127 
 
 was out again in a very few seconds, with a crowd of 
 excited freshmen at his heels; but when they came to 
 look for the sophomores and Rattleton they found 
 nothing. 
 
 "Confound it !" exclaimed Frank in dismay. "How 
 could they get him away so quick? I can't under- 
 stand it" 
 
 The freshmen searched, but they found nothing to 
 reward them. Rattleton was in the toils of the 
 enemy, and the would-be rescuers were given no oppor- 
 tunity to rescue him. 
 
 Then Merriwell blamed himself for leaving his room- 
 mate at all. But Billy's had been so near and his 
 chance with his many assailants had seemed so slim 
 that he had done what seemed the right thing to do on 
 the spur of the moment. He had not fancied that the 
 sophomores would be able to get Harry away before 
 he could arouse the freshmen and bring them to the 
 rescue. 
 
 "Poor Harry! I wonder what they will do with 
 him?" Frank speculated. 
 
 "Oh, they won't do a thing with him!" gurgled 
 Bandy Robinson. 
 
 "How did it happen, anyway?" asked Roland Dit- 
 son, who had joined the freshmen after the affair was 
 over.
 
 ,28 "Lambda Chi !" 
 
 He tried to appear innocent and filled with wonder 
 and curiosity, but his unpopularity was apparent from 
 the fact that nobody paid enough attention to him to 
 answer his question. 
 
 Frank, however, found it necessary to tell his com- 
 panions all about the assault, and Ditson pretended t 
 listen with interest, as if he had known nothing of 
 the affair. 
 
 The freshmen went back to Billy's and held a coun- 
 cil. It was decided to divide into squads and make an 
 attempt to find out where Harry had been taken. 
 
 This was done, but it proved without result, and not 
 far from midnight all the freshmen who had been 
 there at the time of the capture, and many others, 
 were again gathered at Billy's. They were quite ex- 
 cited over the affair, and it seemed that the beer the> 
 had absorbed had gone to the heads of some of them. 
 
 In the midst of an excited discussion the door burst 
 open, and a most grotesque-looking figure staggered 
 into the room. It was a person who was stripped to 
 the waist and painted and adorned like a redskin, his 
 face striped with red and white and yellow, his hair 
 stuck full of feathers, and his body decorated with 
 what seemed to be tattooing. 
 
 "Bive me a gear I mean give me a beer!" gasped 
 that fantastic individual. "I am nearly dead!"
 
 "Lambda Chi I" 129 
 
 "It's Rattleton !" shouted the freshmen. 
 
 They crowded around him. 
 
 "Well, say, you are a bird!" cried Lucy Little, 
 whose right name was Lewis Little. 
 
 "A regular bird of paradise," chuckled Bandy Rob- 
 inson. 
 
 "Where are those fellows ?" demanded Frank Merri- 
 well. "Where did they leave you? Tell me, old 
 man." 
 
 "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! Cap- 
 ture one of them if possible! We want to even this 
 thing up." 
 
 Out they rushed, but once more the crafty sopho- 
 mores had vanished, and not one of them was to be 
 found. 
 
 The freshmen went back and listened to Harry's 
 story. He told how he had been blindfolded and taken 
 somewhere, he did not know where. There they had 
 kept him while his friends were searching. When there 
 was no danger that the freshmen would discover them, 
 rhe set out to have fun with Rattleton. 
 
 "Say, Merry, old man," said Harry, "I know Brown-
 
 130 "Lambda Chi!" 
 
 ing was the leader of this job, although he was dis- 
 guised. They seemed to feel pretty bad because you 
 got away. They got twisted took me for you at 
 first, and by the time they discovered their mistake 
 you were knocking them around like tenpins. One 
 chap insists you broke his jaw." 
 
 "Well, I am glad I did that much. I didn't mean 
 to leave you, Harry. Billy's was so near I thought I 
 could get the boys out and rescue you before they 
 could carry you off. I couldn't rescue you alone, so I 
 ran here to stir up the fellows." 
 
 "That was right. I was glad you got away. They 
 were laying for you. They told me so." 
 
 "Well, come back, and we'll wash this stuff off you.'* 
 
 "I don't know as you can do it." 
 
 "Eh? Why not?" 
 
 "They said it was put on to stay a while. They told 
 me we were so fond of playing the noble red man's 
 part that they would fix me so I could play it for a 
 week or two. Some of them advised me to use sand 
 to scrub myself with if I hoped to get the paint off." 
 
 "Oh, that must be all a bluff. It will come off easy 
 enough if a little cocoa butter is used on it. Here, 
 somebody run out to a drug store and get some cocoa 
 butter." 
 
 After they had worked about fifteen minutes they
 
 "Lambda Chi !" 131 
 
 looked at each other in dismay, for they had scarcely 
 been able to start the paint, and it become plain that 
 cocoa butter, soap and water would not take it off. 
 
 "Didn't I tell you?" murmured Harry, sorrowfully. 
 'Tm done for ! I'll never be able to get it off ! I'll have 
 to go out West and live with the Sioux ! If I do I'll 
 take along the scalps of a few sophomores!" 
 
 They continued to work on him for nearly an hour, 
 but were unable to get off more than a certain portion 
 of the paint. Harry was still grotesquely decorated 
 when the boys arrived at the conclusion that further 
 scrubbing with the materials at hand was useless. 
 
 
 
 Then Frank went out and rang up a druggist who 
 had gone to bed, for it was after midnight. He told 
 the man the sort of scrape his friend was in and offered 
 the druggist inducements to give him something to re- 
 move the paint. 
 
 The druggist said it could not be paint, but must be 
 some sort of staining, and he gave Frank a preparation. 
 
 Frank went back and tried the stuff on Harry. It 
 removed a certain amount of the stain, but did not re- 
 move it all. 
 
 At last, being thoroughly worn out, Rattleton said : 
 
 "I'll give it up for to-night, fellows. Perhaps I'll 
 be able to get the rest off in the morning. I'll poul-
 
 132 "Lambda Chi !" 
 
 tice my face and neck. But you'll have to watch out, 
 Frank. They say they will use you worse than this 
 when they get hold of you." 
 
 For the time the sophomores seemed to have the 
 best of the game.
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 FRESHMAN AGAINST SOPHOMORE. 
 
 On the following morning a large piece of cardboard 
 swung from the door of Merriwell and Rattleton's 
 room in Mrs. Harrington's boarding house. On the 
 cardboard was this inscription: 
 
 "Good-morning ! 
 Have you used 
 Soap?" 
 
 Harry was up at an early hour industriously scrub- 
 bing away. He succeeded fairly well, but despite his 
 utmost efforts the coloring refused to come off entirely. 
 
 And it was absolutely necessary that he should at- 
 tend chapel. 
 
 On their way to chapel Frank and Harry came face 
 to face with Professor Such, who peered at them 
 fharply and said: 
 
 "Good-morning, gentlemen." 
 
 "Good-morning, professor," returned the boys. 
 
 Harry tried to keep behind Frank, so that his face 
 would not be noticed. The professor was nearsighted, 
 but he immediately noted Rattleton's queer actions*
 
 134 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 and he placed himself in front of the boys, adjusting 
 his spectacles. 
 
 "Hang his curiosity !" muttered Harry in disgust 
 
 "Eh?" said the professor, scratching his chin with 
 one ringer and peering keenly at Harry. "Did you 
 speak, sir?" 
 
 "Yes, sir I mean no, sir," spluttered Harry, while 
 Frank stepped aside and stood laughing silently to him- 
 self. 
 
 "I thought you did. Er what's the matter with 
 your face, young man?" 
 
 "That's the result of my last attack of chilblains," 
 said Harry, desperately. "They hent to my wed I 
 mean they went to my head." 
 
 "Eh?" 
 
 The professor seemed to doubt if he had heard cor- 
 rectly, while Merriwell nearly exploded. 
 
 Rattleton looked frightened when he came to think 
 what he had said. He felt like taking to his heels and 
 running for his life. 
 
 "Chilblains, sir?" came severely from Professor 
 Such. "Sir sir, do not attempt to be facetious with 
 me ! You will regret it if you do !" 
 
 Cold sweat started out on Harry's forehead, and he 
 looked appealingly toward his companion ; but Frank 
 had turned away to conceal his merriment. 
 
 "I I don't think I I understood your your
 
 Freshman Against Sophomore. 135 
 
 question," stammered Harry. "I'm a little heard of 
 haring I mean hard of hearing." 
 
 "I asked you what was the matter with your face, 
 sir." 
 
 "Oh, my face ! Ha ! ha ! He ! he ! I thought you 
 said something about my pace, because I was walking 
 so slowly. That made me fancy you were interested 
 to know what ails my feet. Excuse me ! I beg your 
 pardon, professor !" 
 
 "Hum!" coughed the professor, again scratching 
 his chin with the tip of his finger, while he peered 
 through his spectacles, plainly still somewhat sus- 
 picious. "It is rather remarkable that you should get 
 things mixed in such a manner." 
 
 "I am not feeling well, professor, not at all." 
 
 And it was apparent to Frank that Harry told the 
 truth, 
 
 "You are not looking well," came somewhat sarcas- 
 tically from Professor Such's lips. "Your counte- 
 nance has a strangely mottled hue." 
 
 "It comes from Injun jestion," explained Merriwell, 
 coming to his roommate's relief. 
 
 ^"Eh? From what, sir." 
 "From indigestion," said Frank, very soberly. "He 
 is much troubled that way." 
 
 "Much troubled! much troubled!" exclaimed the 
 professor, whose ear had been offended and who im-
 
 136 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 mediately turned his attention on Frank. "I advise 
 you to be somewhat more choice and careful of your 
 language, young man. There is a right and a wrong 
 use of words." 
 
 Just then the chapel bell clanged, and the professor 
 exclaimed : 
 
 "Bless me! we'll be late if we're not careful!" 
 
 Away he hurried. 
 
 Frank and Harry followed him, and as they went 
 along Harry expressed his feelings forcibly and vio- 
 lently. 
 
 "How dare you howl before me?" laughed Frank. 
 
 "Excuse me," said Rattleton. "I didn't know you 
 wanted to howl first." 
 
 At chapel Harry felt that the eyes of everybody 
 were upon him. He kept one hand up to his face as 
 much as possible, but he saw the sophomores smiling 
 covertly and winking among themselves. He longed 
 to get even ; that was his one burning ambition and de- 
 sire. 
 
 When the service was over the freshmen stood and 
 bowed to the faculty as they passed out. They were 
 supposed to keep bowing to the seniors, juniors and 
 sophomores, but that custom had long been a dead let- 
 ter at Yale. The freshmen had become too independ- 
 ent for such a thing. 
 
 However, they stood and saw the upper classmen
 
 Freshman Against Sophomore. 137 
 
 go past, and it seemed to poor Harry that every fel- 
 low stared at him and grinned. The sophs added to 
 his misery and anger by winking at him, and Tad Hor- 
 ner ventured to go through a swift pantomime of tak- 
 ing a scalp. 
 
 "Oh, I am liable to have yours yet," thought Harry. 
 
 On their way back to their rooms Harry and Frank 
 were greeted by all sorts of calls and persiflage from 
 the sophomores, who had gathered in knots to watch 
 them pass. 
 
 This sort of chaffing gave Rattleton "that tired feel- 
 ing," as he expressed it, and by the time they reached 
 their room he was in a desperate mood. 
 
 "I'll get even!" he vowed, fiercely. "I'll do it." 
 
 "Go ahead you can do it," laughed Frank. "You 
 can do anybody." 
 
 Then Harry flung a book at him, which Frank skill- 
 fully caught and returned with the utmost politeness. 
 
 At breakfast Rattleton was chafed by the freshmen, 
 and he boiled more than ever. 
 
 "Somebody has my coat, vest, hat, shirt and under- 
 shirt," he said as he thought the affair over. "I had 
 to go home in a linen duster which I got down to Billy's 
 last night. I don't care so much for the clothes I lost, 
 but I'd like to know who has 'em. I'd sue him !" 
 
 But after breakfast an expressman appeared with a
 
 138 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 bundle for Rattleton, and in the bundle were the miss- 
 ing articles. 
 
 The sophomores were jubilant, and they taunted the 
 freshmen. They said the fate that had befallen Rat- 
 tleton was simply a warning. It was nothing beside 
 what might happen. 
 
 For the time the freshmen were forced to remain 
 silent, but they felt that the sophomores had not evened 
 up matters by any means. And the affair would not 
 be dropped. 
 
 During the afternoon of that day it rained for at 
 least two hours, and it did not clear up and let the sun 
 out, so there was plenty of dirt and mud at nightfall. 
 
 Then it was that Rattleton some way found out that 
 a number of sophomores who dined at a club on York 
 Street were going to attend a party that evening. It 
 was to be a swell affair on Temple Street, and the 
 sophs were certain to wear their dress" suits. 
 
 "They'll din for dresser I mean dress for dinner," 
 spluttered Harry as he was telling Frank. "It's cer- 
 tain they'll go directly from dinner to the party." 
 
 "Well, what has worked its way into your head ?" 
 
 "A scheme." 
 
 "Give it to us." 
 
 "We'll be ready for 'em when they come from din- 
 ner, and we'll give 'em a rusn. They're not likely to 
 be in any condition to attend a party after we are
 
 Freshman Against Sophomore. 139 
 
 through with them. What do you say, old man? 
 What do you think of it?" 
 
 "We are likely to get enough of rushing in the an- 
 nual rush, but I'm with you if you want to carry this 
 job through." 
 
 "All right, then, we'll do it We'll give those sophs 
 a warm time. I have been grouchy all day, but I be- 
 gin to feel better now." 
 
 So Frank and Harry communicated the plan to their 
 friends, and a party gathered in their room immediately 
 after supper. 
 
 Dismal Jones was out as a scout, and he had agreed 
 to let them know when the sophomores left their club. 
 They were inclined to take much more time in dining 
 than the freshmen. 
 
 Pretty soon Jones came racing up the stairs and 
 burst into the room. 
 
 "Come on, fellows !" he cried. "The sophs are leav- 
 ing their club, and there's lots of 'em wearing dress 
 suits. We'll have a picnic with 'em !" 
 
 Dismal seldom got excited, but now he was quite 
 aroused. 
 
 The freshman caught up their caps and hurried 
 downstairs. They were soon on the street, and they 
 hastened to meet their natural enemies. 
 
 The sophomores had formed by twos, with Brown- 
 ing and Emery in advance. It was true that many of
 
 140 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 them were in dress suits, and they were not a little dis- 
 turbed when they saw the solid body of freshmen com- 
 ing swiftly to meet them. 
 
 To pass on the right the sophomores were entitled 
 to the inside of the sidewalk, and although they would 
 have given much to avoid the encounter, they formed 
 solidly and prepared to defend their rights. 
 
 The freshmen also formed in a compact mass, and 
 came on with a rush, keeping hard up against the wall. 
 
 "Turn to the right ! Turn to the right !" 
 
 The sophomores uttered the cry as they hugged the 
 wall on the inside. 
 
 "Sweep 'em off! Sweep 'em off!" 
 
 That was the cry that came from the determined 
 freshmen. 
 
 "Hold on ! hold on !" ordered Browning. "There is 
 a law for this !" 
 
 "Then you will have to produce officers to enforce 
 it," laughed Frank Merriwell. 
 
 "But there is a regular time for rushing." 
 
 "This is not a regular rush, so we don't mind." 
 
 "But you fellows have no right to do it !" 
 
 "Is that so?" was the derisive retort. "Hear the 
 sophs sequeal fellows! Oh, my! but this is funny!" 
 
 "Stop a minute and we will argue this matter, 
 freshies," invited Browning, who was thoroughly dis- 
 guested over the prospect.
 
 Freshman Against Sophomore. 141 
 
 Then the whole crowd of freshmen roared with 
 laughter. 
 
 "Hear the baby cry!" they shouted. "He is beg- 
 ging ! Ha ! ha ! ha !" 
 
 Browning's face was crimson with anger and con- 
 fusion. 
 
 "You are an insolent lot of young ruffians!" he 
 snapped, "and Merriwell is the biggest ruffian of you 
 all!" 
 
 "Back it up! back it up!" 
 
 "lean!" 
 
 "Why don't you?" 
 
 "I will when the right time comes." 
 
 "What's the matter with this for the right time?" 
 
 "No! no! Turn to the right and let us pass now. 
 We will see you again." 
 
 "We see you now, and we are going to raise you 
 the limit." 
 
 The sophomores held a hurried consultation, and 
 then Browning said : 
 
 "If you fellows will wait till we go change our 
 clothes we'll come out and give you as warm a time as 
 you want." 
 
 "All right, we will wait." 
 
 "Then let us pass." 
 
 "We'll do that, but you will have to pass on the out- 
 side."
 
 1 42 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 That was something the sophomores could not do 
 without yielding to the freshmen, and they felt that 
 they had rather die than yield unless compelled to do so. 
 
 The sophomores stormed and scolded, and the fresh- 
 men, who outnumbered them, laughed and flung back 
 taunts. 
 
 Then the sophomores determined on a quick, sud- 
 den rush, but it happened that the freshmen had de- 
 cided on a rush at the same moment, and the two bodies 
 of lads plunged forward as if at one signal. 
 
 " 'Umpty-^ight ! 'Umpty-eight !" yelled the fresh- 
 men. 
 
 " 'Umpty-scven ! 'Umpty-seven !" shouted the soph- 
 omores. 
 
 Crash! They met! 
 
 Then there occurred one of the liveliest struggles of 
 the season up to that date. Each side did its best to 
 force the other off the sidewalk, and for some moments 
 they swayed and surged in one spot. 
 
 At last the superior weight of the freshmen began 
 to tell, and the sophomores were slowly swept back- 
 ward, contending every inch. 
 
 Feeling that they must be crowded to the outside, 
 Browning gave the signal for them to break and make 
 it a hand-to-hand affair. Then he grappled with Mer- 
 riwell. 
 
 Frank was ready, and he willingly left the line as
 
 Freshman Against Sophomore. 143 
 
 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. 
 
 In a few moments several parties were down, and 
 some of them rolled from the sidewalk into the street. 
 
 Now that they had been forced to do battle, the 
 sophs were desperate, and they sailed in like a lot of 
 tigers. 
 
 Rattleton found himself pitted against Andy Emery, 
 and Emery had the reputation of being as full of grit as 
 a bulldog. He was on the 'Varsity crew, and he had 
 a back and shoulders which were the admiration of 
 those who had seen him strip to the buff. 
 
 Emery had a quick temper and a strong arm. He 
 grappled with Harry, lifted him off his feet and tried 
 to throw him, but the freshman came down on his feet 
 like a cat. 
 
 A second later Emery was astonished to feel his 
 own feet flung into the air, and he could not help fall- 
 ing, but he clung to his antagonist and they went down 
 together. 
 
 Over and over they rolled, each striving to get on
 
 144 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 top. They were soon off the sidewalk and into the 
 street. 
 
 Emery was furious, for he felt that his dress suit 
 was the same as ruined, and he uttered some very sav- 
 age language. 
 
 "That's right," chuckled Harry. "Cuss a little- 
 it may help you." 
 
 It seemed to, for Emery finally succeeded in getting 
 astride Rattleton and holding him down for a few mo- 
 ments. He was soon pulled off by another freshman, 
 and the merry war went on. 
 
 Little Tad Homer was right in the hottest scrim- 
 mage, and he proved formidable for the freshmen, de- 
 spite his size. He had a way of darting under them 
 and tripping them up, then getting away before he 
 could be grappled. 
 
 Dismal Jones was quoting Scripture and doing his 
 best to make himself felt by the sophomores. Jones 
 was a character. His parents were "shouting Metho- 
 dists," and they intended him for the ministry. He 
 had a long, sad face, but he was full of deviltry, and 
 it was very seldom that the freshmen entered into any 
 affair against the sophomores that he was not on hand 
 and interested. 
 
 "Lay on and spare not!" he cried, after the style of 
 a camp-meeting revivalist. "If the wicked entice thee, 
 consent thou not Get behind me, Satan! Brothers,
 
 Freshman Against Sophomore. 145 
 
 oh, my dear brothers ! it makes my heart sad and weary 
 to see so much wicked strife and contention." 
 
 Punch Swallows, the red-headed soph, found him- 
 self pitted against Lucy Little. Despite his name, Lit- 
 tle was not a "sissy," and he was no mean antagonist, 
 as Punch found out. It was nip and tuck between 
 them, and neither seemed to have the best of it. 
 
 Some of the sophs were able to down their men, but 
 they were so outnumbered by the freshmen that they 
 could not hold an advantage very long. 
 
 The struggle between Browning and Merriwell 
 waxed furious. The big sophomore exerted himself 
 to his utmost, and he found that it was necessary that 
 he should do so if he had any thought of holding his 
 own with the freshman leader. 
 
 Frank knew all the time that he was pitted against 
 a hard man, and so his muscles were strained and his 
 serves were taut. 
 
 "Now, fresh, we'll see what we can do for you," 
 Browning said, as he made a mighty effort to land 
 Frank on his back. 
 
 "You are very kind," laughed Merriwell. "I will 
 not forget your kindness." 
 
 "You are not the only one." panted Browning. 
 "There are others." 
 
 "Are you going to the party this evening?" chuckled 
 Frank,
 
 146 Freshman Against Sophomore. 
 
 "Not till I have done you up, my friend with the 
 swelled head." 
 
 "Then you expect to be rather late?" 
 
 "We'll see!" 
 
 Frank resorted to all the tricks he knew, but Brown- 
 ing was familiar with every one of them. They gave 
 up trying to down each other by main strength, and 
 science cut quite a figure in their battle. 
 
 At length Browning got Frank foul, and to his dis- 
 may the leader of the freshmen felt himself falling. 
 Browning fell with him, a cry of triumph coming to 
 his lips. 
 
 That cry turned to an exclamation of dismay, for 
 Merriwell seemed to twist about in the air, and they fell 
 side by side on the ground. In a twinkling they were 
 at it again, and over and over they went, till they 
 finally stopped and got upon their feet together. 
 
 "Very good thus far," laughed Merriwell. "But I 
 see your wind will not hold out. I am bound to do 
 you in the end." 
 
 That was the very thing Browning feared. 
 
 "Well, I don't know about that," he said as he broke 
 Frank's grip. "This may settle the whole business." 
 
 He struck hard and straight at Merriwell's face!
 
 CHAPTER Xni. 
 
 JUBILANT FRESHMEN. 
 
 Spat! 
 
 Merriwell staggered. 
 
 "Down you go!" 
 
 Browning followed the freshman closely, launching 
 out again, with the full expectation that the second 
 blow would be a settler. 
 
 Frank had been taken slightly off his guard, so that 
 he had failed in getting away from the first blow, but 
 he skillfully ducked the second, countering as the king's 
 fist passed over his shoulder. 
 
 Browning reeled backward, having received a terrific 
 crack on the ear. 
 
 If Frank had not been slightly dazed he might have 
 followed the sophomore closely, but he was a bit slow 
 in getting after Bruce. 
 
 For a few seconds the boys gave an exhibition of 
 scientific sparring which would have proved very inter- 
 esting to their comrades if all had not been too busy to 
 watch them. 
 
 Frank Merriwell contiuued to laugh, and it had been
 
 148 Jubilant Freshmen. 
 
 said at Yale that he was most dangerous in an encoun- 
 ter when he laughed. 
 
 "You came near doing it, Browning," he admitted, 
 "but it was rather tricky on your part. I wasn't look- 
 ing for a fight." 
 
 "You will get many things you are not looking for 
 before you have been at Yale much longer," returned 
 the king. 
 
 "Think so?" 
 
 "Dead sure." 
 
 The two lads seemed to be very evenly matched, 
 save that Merriwell was the more catlike on his feet. 
 Browning was solid, and it took a terrific blow to 
 stagger him. Merriwell was plainly the more scien- 
 tific. He could get in and away from his foe in a 
 most successful manner, but he saw that in the con- 
 fined limits of a ring Browning's rush would be diffi- 
 cult to escape. 
 
 What the result of this encounter might have been 
 cannot be told, for two freshmen suddenly appeared 
 and gave the alarm that at least a hundred sophomores 
 were coming in a body to aid their comrades. 
 
 A moment later the sophs appeared, hurrying along 
 the street toward the scene of the encounter. 
 
 " 'Umpty-seven ! 'Umpty-seven ! Rah! rah! 'rah!" 
 
 Then the signal was given for the freshmen to break 
 away and take to flight, which they promptly did.
 
 Jubilant Freshmen. 149 
 
 Some of the sophs attempted to ding to their antag- 
 onists, but such momentary captives were quickly res- 
 cued by other freshmen, and away the entire body 
 raced, scattering in many directions. 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight ! 'Umpty-eight !" defiantly yelled the 
 freshmen. 
 
 The sophomores gave pursuit, bent on revenge. 
 
 A little squad of freshmen plunged into Mrs. Har- 
 rington's, slammed the door in the faces of a party of 
 pursuing sophomores, turned the key, and made a bar- 
 ricade. 
 
 The sophomores were so aroused that they deliber- 
 ately stormed the door, which shook before a shower 
 of blows. 
 
 Mrs. Harrington came running out into the hall. 
 
 "Good land! Good land! What is the meaning 
 of this?" she wildly cried. 
 
 "It is a dreadful affair, Mrs. Harrington," dolefully 
 declared Dismal Jones. "We have been attacked and 
 treated shamefully by those ruffianly sophomores. We 
 were forced to flee, fly, flew for our lives, and now 
 they are trying to get in here and murder us. Oh, it 
 is a very, very sad affair!" 
 
 "So it's those nasty softmores !" exclaimed the good 
 lady, elevating her thin nose and looking highly in- 
 censed.
 
 150 Jubilant Freshmen. 
 
 "Yes," groaned Dismal. "Them is they, Mrs. Har- 
 rington." 
 
 "Well, if there are ruffians and wretches on the face 
 of the 'arth, it's softmores!" snapped the landlady. 
 "Trying to git in here, be they? Well, we'll see about 
 that!" 
 
 Away she went to the kitchen. In less than a min- 
 ute she appeared with a big pan of steaming water. 
 Upstairs she went in a hurry, and some of the de- 
 lighted lads followed her. 
 
 "Oh, my! oh, my!" gurgled Rattleton, convulsed 
 with laughter. "Won't she make it hot for the sophs !" 
 
 "She is going to heap coals of fire upon their heads," 
 said Jones. 
 
 "It'll be something more effective than coals of fire," 
 chuckled Harry. "How the poor sophs will hatter 
 and scowl I mean scatter and howl!" 
 
 Mrs. Harrington opened the window directly over 
 the front steps. She looked down and saw a crowd of 
 angry sophomores trying to beat in her door. Then 
 she reached out and deliberately turned the hot water 
 upon their heads. 
 
 What a howl went up ! How those fellows did scat- 
 ter ! They fell over each other in the effort to get away 
 as quickly as possible. 
 
 And from several open windows the freshmen 
 jeered and scoffed at them.
 
 Jubilant Freshmen. 151 
 
 "Oh, soph oh, my poor soph!" cried many taunt- 
 ing voices. 
 
 "Good-evening, gentlemen !" called Bandy Robinson. 
 "Shall I toss you down soap and towels?" 
 
 "Say, fellows," cried Lucy Little, "don't you think 
 it is rather warm out this evening?" 
 
 "Hello! hello!" shouted Rattleton. "Has it been 
 raining, or did we have a small shower?" 
 
 Then Merriwell's beautiful baritone voice pitched the 
 chorus of a familiar negro melody, in which the tri- 
 umphant and delighted freshmen joined : 
 
 "Git erway from de window, mah love an' mah dove ! 
 Git erway from de window don't yeh heah? 
 Come eround some odder night, 
 For dere's gwine ter be er fight, 
 An' dar'll be razzers er-flyin' through de air." 
 
 The sophomores retired to a safe distance and then 
 challenged the freshmen to come out and fight. They 
 called them cowards and other things, but the fresh- 
 men laughed and taunted them in return. 
 
 "Is er King Browning present?" yelled a fresh- 
 tian, leaning out of a window. "If so, I'd like to in- 
 quire if he means to attend the party this evening." 
 
 "If he does," said another freshman, "he will be 
 able to obtain a dress suit down at Cohen's, price 'von 
 tollar ber efenin' to shentlemen.' " 
 
 "Oh, you wait till we get at you fresh ducks!"
 
 152 Jubilant Freshmen. 
 
 shouted back an angry sophomore. "We'll make you 
 sweat for this !" 
 
 "Go on! you're only fooling!" sang the freshmen. 
 
 "We'll show you we're not fooling!" excitedly de- 
 clared Punch Swallow. "We'll scalp a few of you!" 
 
 "Ah!" cried Bandy Robinson. "He is a bad man! 
 Methinks I can detect his cloven foot." 
 
 "You're wrong," laughed Merriwell. "But you 
 may have been near enough at some time to detect his 
 cloven breath!" 
 
 The three freshmen who were leaning out of one 
 of the upper windows repeated in chorus : 
 
 "Punch, brother punch with care, 
 Punch in the presence of the passenjair." 
 
 Another freshman shouted: 
 
 "Say, Swallows, give us a lock of your hair. It'll 
 save the expense of gas in my room." 
 
 "I'd like a lock of it, too," declared another. "I'm 
 troubled with rats, and I haven't any paris green 
 handy." 
 
 "Oh, rats!" yelled twenty voices. 
 
 "Hello, Parker!" cried Little. "I hear you were 
 held up last night? Is it true?" 
 
 "Oh, yes," said Rattleton. "He'd been down to 
 Morey's, and that was the way he got home." 
 
 "But oh, what a difference in the morning," sang 
 the freshmen.
 
 Jubilant Freshmen. 153 
 
 "Ask Rattleton if he means to join the Indians?" 
 called a soph. 
 
 "Or will he Sioux for damages ?" put in another. 
 
 "Oh, say!" groaned Dismal Jones. "That's the 
 worst I ever heard ! It's enough to give one heart fail- 
 ure!" 
 
 "Come out and fight! Come out and fight!" urged 
 the sophomores. "You don't dare to come out and 
 fight!" 
 
 "You will have to excuse us this evening, gentle- 
 men," said Merriwell, suavely. "We have done our 
 best to entertain you, and we will see you again at 
 some other date." 
 
 "You are certain to see me again," assented Brown- 
 ing. "You ran away, or we would have settled mat- 
 ters between us this evening. As it is, I am going to 
 watch my opportunity to do you fairly and squarely. 
 When I am done with you one of us will be beautifully 
 licked." 
 
 "And that one will not be King Bruce," declared 
 Andy Emery. 
 
 "Say! say! say!" spluttered Rattleton. "I'll go you 
 a shot that it is ! I'll stand you a supper for twenty at 
 any place you'll name that Merriwell knocks the ever- 
 lasting stuffing out of Browning." 
 
 "Done!" returned Emery.
 
 154 Jubilant Freshmen. 
 
 "You name plime and tace I mean time and place, 
 and we'll be there, you bet !" declared Harry. "All we 
 want is a fair deal." 
 
 "You'll get that,'* assured Browning. "This little 
 affair shall be arranged very soon." 
 
 "The sooner the better. Don't delay on our ac- 
 count." 
 
 The sophomores, seeing it was useless to linger there 
 and be taunted by the freshmen, began to stroll away 
 one by one. 
 
 Up in Merriwell's room Rattleton got down his 
 banjo and began to put it in tune. A merry party 
 gathered there. One of the strings snapped, and as he 
 was putting on another Harry fell to laughing. 
 
 "What are you laughing at?" asked Bandy Rob- 
 inson. 
 
 "Down at the table to-night," explained Harry, 
 "Merriwell was poking his finger into the butter. I 
 asked him what he was doing that for, and he said he 
 was only feeling its muscle." 
 
 The boys who dined in the house appreciated that, 
 and there was a general laugh. Then Harry adjusted 
 the string and placed the banjo in tune. Pretty soon 
 the boys were singing "Bingo," "Upidee," "Nellie 
 Was a Lady," and other college songs. Every one of
 
 Jubilant Freshmen. 155 
 
 them seemed familiar with "Paddy Duffy's Cart" and 
 its pretty chorus : 
 
 "Twinkling stars are laughing, love, 
 
 Laughing on you and me, 
 While your bright eyes look into mine, 
 Peeping stars they seem to be." 
 
 Such glorious days and such merry nights will 
 never come again to those who have known them. 
 Here's to good old Yale!
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 THE RUSH. 
 
 At last the sophomores were thoroughly aroused. 
 The freshmen had long been carrying things with a 
 high hand, but the rushing of a lot of them who were 
 in dress suits and bound for a swell party was the straw 
 that broke the camel's back. 
 
 An indignation meeting was held, and certain fresh- 
 men were placed under the ban. 
 
 Of these Merriwell was the leader, and it was agreed 
 that every effort must be made to "take the starch" out 
 jf him. That Browning intended to "do" Merriwell 
 was well known, but some of the others proposed to get 
 at him. 
 
 "Wait," advised Bruce "wait till I have had it out 
 with that fellow. Then you may do whatever you like 
 with him. But I feel it a solemn duty to settle our lit- 
 tle affair before anybody else tackles him." 
 
 The freshmen were getting their ball team in condi- 
 tion for the coming season, and they were practicing 
 as often as possible. Frank was interested in the team, 
 and it was said by those who watched him that he 
 seemed to have the making of a pitcher in him. He
 
 The Rush. 157 
 
 had sharp curves and good control. If he had a head, 
 they said, he was all right. But this was something 
 that could not be decided till he had been tried in a 
 game. 
 
 Another freshman by the name of Walter Gordon 
 seemed certain to be the regular pitcher of the team. 
 He had a record, as he had shown, while Merriwell 
 would say nothing about what he had done in the way 
 of pitching. 
 
 The students had found it extremely difficult to find 
 out much about Merriwell, as he persistently avoided 
 talking about himself. If he had been one of the kind 
 of fellows who go around and brag about themselves 
 and what they have done he would not have aroused so 
 much interest ; but the very fact that he would not talk 
 of himself made the students curious to know some- 
 thing of his history. 
 
 In a vague sort of way it became known that al- 
 though he lived in simple style, like any freshman 
 whose parents were not wealthy, he had a fortune in 
 his own right and had traveled extensively in various 
 parts of the world. 
 
 Frank's silence seemed to cast an air of mystery 
 about him, and that air of mystery made him all the 
 more interesting, for the human mind is ever curious 
 to peer into anything that has the flavor of a secret. 
 
 The sophomores had been rushed by the freshmen,
 
 158 The Rush. 
 
 and they resolved to retaliate in a similar manner. On 
 Saturday afternoons the freshmen ball team practiced, 
 and Saturday was at hand. It would be an opportune 
 time to meet the youngsters and make it warm for 
 them. 
 
 The affair was carefully planned, but wind of it 
 reached the freshmen. As a result, the youngsters pre- 
 pared for what they knew must take place. There 
 could be no such thing as avoiding it, so when Satur- 
 day noon came they dressed themselves in their old 
 clothes and started for the park, going out as much as 
 possible in a body. 
 
 When the park was reached it was found that the 
 sophomores were there ahead of them. More than 
 that, the sophs had closed and fastened the gate, and 
 they proposed to hold it. They taunted the freshmen, 
 and told them they would have to climb the fence if 
 they hoped to get into the park. 
 
 Then there was a consultation among the freshmen. 
 "We'll have to make a rush," was the universal de- 
 cision. 
 
 Frank looked the ground over, and he decided that 
 an ordinary rush would not be successful, for that was 
 the very thing the sophomores were expecting. But 
 there seemed no other way of getting into the park 
 unless they climbed the fence, and not a man thought 
 of doing such a thing as that.
 
 The Rush. 159 
 
 The sophomores formed in front of the gate, five 
 deep. In the front rank of the sophs were Browning 
 and two 'Varsity crew men. Bruce was in the middle, 
 with the rowers on either side. The ends were two 
 men from the football team. 
 
 Thus the very first line of the sophomores made a 
 formidable array, and it is not surprising that some of 
 the freshmen were chicken-hearted. 
 
 With assistance, Frank marshaled the freshmen, re- 
 serving a place in the first line for himself. While 
 that might be considered a position of honor, it was the 
 most dangerous, and every fellow there knew this 
 rush was to be no baby play. 
 
 For companions Merriwell selected Dismal Jones, 
 Jack Diamond, Puss Parker and a big, broad-shoul- 
 dered fellow by the name of Hovey. 
 
 Rattleton and Robinson, together with a dozen 
 others, were appointed as "scouts." It was their duty 
 to "hook" out men from the ranks of the sophs and 
 break the force of the enemy's rush as far as possible. 
 
 The sophomores had likewise appointed a dozen 
 scouts, strong, active fellows, every one of whom had 
 shown ability as an athlete. 
 
 The sophs prepared quickly for the rush, but it took 
 more time to get the freshmen in order. In this the 
 seniors rendered not a little assistance. 
 
 When everything was ready the order was given,
 
 1 60 The Rush. 
 
 and the freshmen started forward. Those in the front 
 Hne leaned back at a slant, and those behind pushed. 
 
 At the same time the sophomores moved toward the 
 freshmen, and then there were shouts, taunts and jeers. 
 Each side gave its own cheer. 
 
 "This is the last of the freshmen !" cried the sopho- 
 mores. "We'll wipe them off the earth. Good-by, 
 f reshies !" 
 
 " 'Umpty-seven will never be heard of again," re- 
 turned the freshmen. "They'll be angels right away." 
 
 Then the two bodies came together with a frightful 
 impact. They had locked their arms about each other's 
 waists, and there they clung, while they pressed upon 
 each other with all their might. 
 
 For a little time they swayed and swayed. There 
 were screams and cries of pain. They wavered and 
 turned about, but still the crush continued. 
 
 The scouts were getting in their work, hooking their 
 bent arms around the necks of tfieir opponents and 
 yanking them out of the line. 
 
 Before long the rush turned into a general pushing 
 and hauling. Freshman pitted himself again sopho- 
 more, and a score of wrestling matches were in prog- 
 ress. 
 
 Merriwell and Browning had clinched at the outset, 
 but it was a long time before they could do anything 
 but cling to each other. When they did have an op-
 
 The Rush. 161 
 
 portunity another soph, a scout, spoiled the match by 
 making a low tackle on Frank and flinging him to the 
 ground. Browning came down heavily on the leader 
 ^f the freshmen, but he immediately jumped up, crying : 
 
 "That was not a square deal. Let's have it over." 
 
 But the breath had been knocked out of Frank with 
 the force of the fall, and he fell back twice as he strug- 
 gled to arise. 
 
 "Are you hurt ?" asked Browning. 
 
 "No," panted Frank, who could dimly see his op- 
 ponent through a thick haze which seemed to hang 
 before his eyes. 
 
 "Then why don't you get up ?" 
 
 "I I'm going to." 
 
 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. It's all right. You do as I say." 
 
 Frank tried to resist, but Rattleton dragged him 
 aside, being able to do so because Browning found 
 h/jnself occupied by a little freshman who stuffily
 
 1 62 The Rush. 
 
 blocked his way, declaring that Merriwell should have 
 a show. 
 
 Frank was more than disgusted by the result of the 
 affair. He felt that he must have it out with Brown- 
 ing then and there, and he made desperate attempts to 
 break from Harry. Ordinarily he would have suc- 
 ceeded with the greatest ease, but the fall had robbed 
 him of his strength. 
 
 Then came the knowledge that the freshmen had 
 been repulsed. The sophomores were cheering wildly, 
 and the unfortunate freshmen were downcast. 
 
 "They've held us out," muttered Harry, bitterly. 
 "It begins to look as if we'll have to climb over the 
 fence if we get inside." 
 
 "What's that?" cried Frank, bracing up a little. 
 "Climb the fence? Not much!" 
 
 "Then how'll we get in? Will you tell me that?" 
 
 "We'll find a way." 
 
 "Wind a fay!" spluttered Harry excitedly. "It's 
 easy enough to say that, but I don't believe we can 
 do it." 
 
 "Oh, freshies! oh, you poor freshies!" tauntingly 
 cried the victors. "Don't you wish you could? But 
 you can't do it, you know !" 
 
 "That remains to be seen," muttered Merriwell, 
 brushing the hair back from his eyes. "I didn't think 
 we could do it in this way. But there are others."
 
 The Rush. 163 
 
 "You'll be a dandy if you devise a way," declared 
 Little. 
 
 Diamond, with his coat off, his vest ripped up the 
 back and his shirt torn open at the throat, was regard- 
 ing the jeering sophomores with a fierce, sullen look. 
 Evidently he was ready for anything. He glanced at 
 Merriwell, but said nothing. 
 
 Frank called the freshmen around him. 
 
 "Look here, fellows," he said, "we are bound to go 
 into that park, and we're going through that gate." 
 
 "That sounds well," said Dismal Jones, who wore 
 an unusually long face, "but I'm inclined to believe 
 we're not in it with that crowd." 
 
 "Guess again!" exclaimed Frank. "Now listen to 
 me, and I don't want one of you to look around. You 
 might arouse suspicion if you did. Close to the wall 
 there lies a long stick of timber." 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 "We'll use it." 
 
 "How?" 
 
 "As a battering-ram." 
 
 "To batter down the gate? Why, how are we to 
 get to the gate?" 
 
 "The timber will take us there, and it will open the 
 gate. When I give the word we will rush for it, pick 
 it up, and sail right into the sophs. I'll bet anything
 
 164 The Rush. 
 
 they get out of the way when they see us coming with 
 that. It will take them by surprise." 
 
 " 'Rah ! 'rah ! 'rah !" yelled several of the enthusi- 
 astic freshmen. 
 
 The sophomores yelled back at them in derision. 
 
 "They think we are beaten now," said Diamond, 
 whose face had lighted up somewhat as he listened to 
 Merriwell's plan. "If we only can get the best of them 
 that way !" 
 
 "We can and we will/' assured Frank. "Those 
 who can't get hold of the timber may look out that 
 they don't hook our men away from it. That is all." 
 
 The freshmen became eager for the effort, but 
 Frank held them back till he was certain they all under- 
 stood just what was to be done. 
 
 "Are you ready?" he finally asked. 
 
 "All ready," was the eager reply. 
 
 "Then go !" 
 
 The sophomores were astonished to see the freshmen 
 suddenly whirl all together and rush toward the wall 
 
 "They're going over ! They're going over !" 
 
 The sophomores shouted their satisfaction and de- 
 light, fully convinced that they had forced the fresh- 
 men to abandon all hope of going through the gate. 
 
 Then came a surprise for them. 
 
 The freshmen caught up the timber, and Merriwell 
 cried :
 
 The Rush. 165 
 
 "Charge!" 
 
 Like a tornado they bore down on the men near the 
 gate, toward which the timber was directed. 
 
 With cries of amazement the alarmed sophomores 
 broke and scattered before the oncoming freshmen. 
 
 Crash! 
 
 The timber struck the gate, bursting it open in- 
 stantly, and the tirumphant freshmen swarmed into 
 the park, cheering wildly. 
 
 "Hurrah for 'Umpty-eight !" yelled Bandy Robin- 
 son, turning a handspring. "We are the boys to do 
 'em!" 
 
 "Hurrah for Frank Merriwell !" shouted Harry Rat- 
 tfeton, his face beaming with joy. "It was his scheme 
 that did it." 
 
 "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" roared the freshmen. 
 "'Rah! 'rah! 'rah!" 
 
 Then Frank felt himself lifted to the shoulders of 
 his enthusiastic admirers and carried to the home plate 
 of the ball ground, where the freshmen cheered again 
 and again. 
 
 The sophomores were filled with rage and chagrin. 
 
 "That was the blamedest trick I ever heard of in 
 all my life!" declared Andy Emery. "We weren't 
 looking for anything of the kind." 
 
 "And we have Merriwell to thank for it!" snapped
 
 1 66 The Rush. 
 
 Evan Hartwick. "He's full of tricks as an egg is 
 full of meat." 
 
 "By Jawve!" said Willis Paulding, who had man 
 aged to keep out of harm's way during the entire af- 
 fair. "I think somebody ought to do something to 
 that fella w I really do, don't yer know." 
 
 "Suppose you try to see what you can do with him," 
 grinned Tad Homer. "You ought to be able to do 
 something." 
 
 "Aw really you will hawve to excuse me!" ex- 
 claimed Willis in alarm. "I hawdly think I could 
 match his low cunning, don't yer understand." 
 
 "Oh, yes, I understand," nodded Homer, signifi- 
 cantly. "It takes a man to go up against Merriwell." 
 
 "I hope you don't mean to insinuate " 
 
 "Oh, no!" interrupted Tad. "I have said it." 
 
 "Eh? I hawdly think I understand, don't yer 
 know." 
 
 "Think it over," advised the little soph as he tnrned 
 away. 
 
 It is probable that Bruce Browning was more thor- 
 oughly disgusted than any of his friends. 
 
 "Confound it!" he thought. "If I'd stuck to that 
 fellow and done him up anyway he wouldn't have 
 been able to carry out this trick. If he is given any 
 kind of a show he is bound to take advantage of it" 
 
 Bruce felt like fighting.
 
 The Rush. 167 
 
 "I'm going in there and lick him," he declared. "I 
 will settle this matter with Merriwell right away." 
 
 But some of his friends were more cautious. 
 
 "It won't do," declared Puss Parker. 
 
 "Won't do?" 
 
 "No, sir." 
 
 "Why not?" 
 
 "It might be done under cover of a rush, but a 
 single fight between a soph and a fresh under such 
 public conditions would be sure to get them both in 
 trouble." 
 
 "I don't care a continental ! I've stood him just as 
 long as I can ! If I can give him a good square lick- 
 ing I'll stand expulsion, should it come to that!" 
 
 They saw that Browning was too heated to pause 
 for sober thought, and so they gathered close around 
 him and forced him to listen to reason. 
 
 It took no small amount of argument to induce the 
 king to give over the idea of going onto the ball field 
 and attacking Merriwell, but he was finally shown the 
 folly of such a course. However, he vowed over and 
 over that the settlement with Merriwell should come 
 very soon.
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 
 ON THE BALL FIELD. 
 
 The sophomores went in to watch the freshmen 
 practice and incidentally to have sport with them. 
 
 Two nines had been selected, one being the regular 
 freshman team and the other picked up to give them 
 practice. 
 
 As Merriwell had been given a place on the team as 
 reserve pitcher, his services were not needed at first, 
 and so he went in to twirl for the scrub nine. 
 
 Walter Gordon went into the box for the regular 
 team, and he expected to fool the irregulars with, ease. 
 He was a well-built lad, with a bang, and it was plain 
 to see at a glance that he was stuck on himself. He 
 had a trick of posing in the box, and he delivered the 
 ball with a flourish. 
 
 The scrub team did not have many batters, and so 
 it came about that the first three men up were disposed 
 of in one-two-three order, not one of them making a 
 safe hit or reaching first. 
 
 Rattleton had vainly endeavored to get upon the 
 regular team. He had played pretty fast ball on a 
 country nine, but he was somewhat out of practice
 
 On the Ball Field. 169 
 
 and he had not made a first-class showing, so he had 
 failed in his ambition. 
 
 He went into catch for Merriwell, and they had ar- 
 ranged a code of signals beforehand, so that they were 
 all prepared. 
 
 There was no affectation about Frank's delivery, bir 
 the first man on the list of the regulars found Merri- 
 well's slow drop was a hard ball to hit. He went after 
 two of them before he saw what he was getting. 
 Then he made up his mind that he would get under 
 the next one and knock the peeling off it. 
 
 He got under it all right, for instead of being a. 
 drop it was a rise, and the batter struck at least eigh- 
 teen inches below it. 
 
 "Well, say," laughed Gordon, who had been placed 
 second on the list at his own request. "I'll go you 
 something he doesn't work that on me." 
 
 He was full of confidence when he walked up to the 
 plate. The watching sophomores were doing their 
 best to rattle Merriwell, and it seemed that he must 
 soon get nervous, even though he did not seem to 
 hear any of the jolly that was being flung at him. 
 
 The very first ball seemed to be just where Gordoi? 
 wanted it, and he swung at it with all his strength. 
 It twisted in toward him and passed within two inches 
 of his fingers. 
 
 Gordon looked mildly surprised, but he was still
 
 170 On the Ball Field. 
 
 confident that he would be able to hit the next one 
 with ease. He found out his mistake later on when 
 he went after an out drop and failed to come within 
 six inches of it. 
 
 Then it was Gordon who grew nervous. He did not 
 fancy the idea of being fanned out by his rival, and 
 he felt that he must make connections with the next 
 one. He resolved to wait for a good one, and Frank 
 fooled him by putting two straight ones right over 
 the center of the plate. Gordon felt sure that both 
 would be curves, and so he offered at neither of them. 
 The umpire, however, who was a particular friend of 
 Gordon, called them both balls. Then Gordon went 
 after the next ball, which was a raise, but found noth- 
 ing but empty air. 
 
 The third man was easy, and he fanned, also, making 
 three in succession. 
 
 Parker punched Browning in the ribs. 
 
 "Say," he observed, "I'll go you two to one that 
 Merriwell is on the 'Varsity team before the end of next 
 season." 
 
 "If he is alive he may be," returned the king, grimly. 
 
 Our hero's pitching was a surprise to his friends, for 
 until that day he had not seemed to let himself out. 
 Even then he did not appear to be doing his best work, 
 and one who watched him in a friendly way fancied 
 he might do still better if forced to make the effort.
 
 On the Ball Field. 17^ 
 
 Walter Gordon was filled with disgust and dismay. 
 
 "He's having great luck," muttered Gordon. "Why, 
 I don't see how I missed a ball I struck at. Every 
 one was a dead easy thing, and I should have killed any 
 of them." 
 
 He squirmed as he heard Burn Putnam familiarly 
 called Old Put the manager of the team, compli- 
 ment Merriwell on his skillful work. 
 
 "I fancy I'll be able to use you more than I thought 
 I should at first, Merriwell," said Putnam. "We can 
 tell more about that in the future." 
 
 "I've got to strike that fellow out," thought Gor- 
 don as he went into the box. 
 
 But he did not. Merriwell came first to bat in 
 the second inning, and he sent a safe single into right 
 field, deliberately placing it, as was evident to every 
 ball player present. 
 
 Gordon turned green with anger, and then he became 
 nervous. To add to his nervousness, Merriwell ob- 
 tained a lead from first and stole second on his de- 
 livery, getting it easily. 
 
 But that was not the end of Gordon's woes, for 
 Merriwell seemed in a reckless mood, and he made for 
 third on the next pitch, getting it on a beautiful slide, 
 although the catcher made an attempt to throw him 
 out.
 
 172 On the Ball Field. 
 
 The catcher came down scowling, and Gordon went 
 to meet him, asking as he did so : 
 
 "What's the matter with you ? You ought to have 
 stopped him at second and held him there." 
 
 "I ought to have stopped him !" came derisively from 
 the disgusted backstop. "I came down to ask you if 
 this was the way you were going to pitch in a regular 
 game. Why, that fellow is getting a long start on 
 your delivery, and he does it every time. You've got 
 to stop that kind of business." 
 
 For some moments they talked, and then Gordon 
 sulkily walked back to the box. He tried to catch 
 Frank playing off third, but simply wasted time. Then 
 he made a snap delivery and hit the batter, who went 
 down to first. 
 
 By this time Gordon was rattled, and he sent the 
 next ball over the heart of the plate. The batter nailed 
 t for two bags, and two men came home. 
 
 Gordon walked out of the box and up to the bench 
 where Old Put was sitting. 
 
 "I am sick," he declared. 
 
 He looked as if he spoke the truth. 
 
 "I thought something was the matter with you,'"' said 
 the manager. "You're white as a sheet. It's folly for 
 you to practice while you are in this condition." 
 
 Gordon put on his sweater and then drew his coat 
 over that. He wandered off by himself and sat down.
 
 On the Ball Field. 173 
 
 "Hang that fellow Merriwell !" he whispered to him- 
 self. "I never thought he would bother me so much. 
 I am beginning to hate him. . He is too cool and easy 
 to suit me." 
 
 The practice was continued, and Merriwell showed 
 up finely, so that Old Put was pleased. 
 
 The sophomores quit trying to have sport with the 
 freshmen, as it happened that two of the professors 
 had wandered into the park and were looking on from 
 a distance. 
 
 Browning saw them. 
 
 "Why are they out here?" he snapped. "Never 
 knew 'em to come before. I won't even get a chance to 
 talk to Merriwell." 
 
 "Better keep away from him this afternoon," cau- 
 aoned Hartwick. "He can't escape you, and there is 
 plenty of time." 
 
 "That's so," agreed Bruce. "But I hate to think 
 how he is crowing to himself over the way the freshies 
 got into the park. I'd like to take the starch out of 
 him at once." 
 
 Hartwick induced Browning to leave the park, and 
 the departure of the king caused the sophomores to 
 wander away in small groups. 
 
 As a general thing they were discussing Merriweli 
 his position with the freshmen, and his pitching. Some 
 insisted that he was not a pitcher and would never
 
 174 On the Ball Field. 
 
 make one, while others were equally confident that he 
 was bound to become a great twirler some day. 
 
 Some of the groups discussed the antagonism be- 
 tween Merriwell and Browning, and all were confident 
 that the king would do the freshman when he got him- 
 self into condition. It was not strange that they be- 
 lieved so, for they remembered how Bruce had knocked 
 out Kid Lajoie, who was a professional. 
 
 Browning himself proceeded directly to his rooms, 
 where he sat himself down and fell to thinking. Twice 
 had he been up against Merriwell, and he had found 
 out that the leader of the freshmen was no easy thing. 
 In neither struggle had he obtained an advantage 
 through his own unaided efforts, and in this last affair 
 he had felt that he was losing his wind, while Merri- 
 well seemed as fresh as ever till he was thrown by a 
 third party. 
 
 "That's where I am not yet his match," Bruce so- 
 berly decided. "If I were fortunate enough to land a 
 knockout blow with my left at the outset I'd finish him 
 easily; but if he should play me and keep out of my 
 reach he might get me winded so he could finally get 
 the best of it. I must work off more flesh." 
 
 Having arrived at this conclusion, Browning was de- 
 cidedly glad that his friends had kept him from closing 
 in on Merriwell and forcing a fight on the ball field. 
 
 "Another week will do it," Bruce thought. "No
 
 On the Ball Field. 175 
 
 matter what is said, I'll not meet that fellow till I am 
 his match till I am more than his match, for I must 
 do him. If I do not my days as king of the sophs are 
 numbered. I can see now that some of the fellows 
 sympathize secretly with Merriwell, although they do 
 not dare do so openly. It must be stopped. He may 
 be a first-class fellow, but when he treads on my corns 
 I kick." 
 
 Hartwick tried to talk to Bruce, but the latter would 
 say very little, and it was not long before he left the 
 room. 
 
 Browning stepped out briskly, and a stranger who 
 saw him could not have believed that he had the reputa- 
 tion of being the laziest lad in college. 
 
 In one line Bruce was thoroughly aroused, but he 
 was neglecting his studies in a shameful manner, and 
 more than once a warning voice told him that while he 
 was putting himself in condition to dispose of Merri- 
 well he was getting into trouble in another quarter. 
 
 He did not heed that warning, however. His one 
 thought was to retain his position as king of the sopho- 
 mores, and in order to do that he must not let any 
 freshman triumph over him. 
 
 In town he went directly to a certain saloon and 
 stopped at the bar, although he did not order a drink. 
 
 "Is the professor in?" he asked. 
 
 "I think he is," replied the barkeeper.
 
 176 On the Ball Field. 
 
 Then Browning passed through into a back room 
 2nd climbed some dirty stairs, finally rapping at a door. 
 
 "Come in !" called a harsh voice. 
 
 Bruce pushed open the door and entered. The room 
 was quite large, but was not very clean. The walls 
 were pasted over with sporting pictures taken from il- 
 ..ustrated papers. There was a bed, some old chairs, 
 jne of which had a broken back, a center table, a 
 cracked mirror, and two cuspidors. A door opened into 
 another room beyond. 
 
 Lounging in a chair, with his feet on the table be- 
 side an empty beer bottle and dirty glass, was a ruf- 
 finaly-looking chap, who had a thick neck that ran 
 straight up with the back of his head. His hair was 
 close cropped and his forehead low. There was a bull- 
 dog look about his mouth and jaw, and his forehead 
 was strangely narrow. 
 
 The man was smoking a black, foul-smelling pipe, 
 while the hands which held a pink-tinted illustrated 
 paper were enormous, with huge knuckles and joints. 
 His hand when closed looked formidable enough to 
 Knock down an ox. 
 
 "How do you do, professor?" saluted Bruce. 
 
 "Waryer," growled the man, still keeping his feet 
 on the table. "So it's you, is it ? Dis ain't your day." 
 
 "I know it, but I decided to come around just the
 
 On the Ball Field. 17? 
 
 same. I am not getting the flesh off as fast as I 
 ought." 
 
 "Hey?" roared the man, letting his feet fall with a 
 crash. "Wot's dat? D'yer men ter say I ain't doin' 
 a good job wid yer? Wot der blazes!" 
 
 "Oh, you are doing all right, professor, but I find 
 I must be in condition sooner than I thought. My 
 gymnasium exercise doesn't seem to " 
 
 "Dat gymnasium work is no good see? I knows 
 wot I'm givin' yer, too. I told yer in der first place 
 ter stick ter me, an' I'd put yer in shape. It'll cost 
 more, but " 
 
 "I don't mind that. No matter what it costs, I must 
 be in condition to lick that fellow I was telling you 
 about, and I must be in condition one week from to- 
 day." 
 
 "Dat's business. I'll put yer dere. An' yer know 
 wot I told yer I'll show yer a trick dat'll finish him 
 dead sure ef de mug is gittin' de best of yer. It'll cost 
 yer twenty-five extra ter learn dat trick, but it never 
 fails." 
 
 Browning showed sudden interest. 
 
 "I had forgotten about that," he said. "What will it 
 do?" 
 
 "It'll do der bloke what ye're after, dat's wot." 
 
 "Yes, but how how?" 
 
 "T'ink I'm goin' ter give der hull t'ing erway ? Well,
 
 178 On the Ball Field. 
 
 I should say nit! I tells yer it'll fix him, and it'll fix 
 him so dere won't be no more fight in him. It'll para- 
 lyze him der first t'ing, an' he won't be no better dan 
 a stiff." 
 
 "How bad will it hurt him?" 
 
 The man paused a moment and then added : 
 
 "Well, I don't mind sayin' dat it'll break his wrist. 
 Yer can do it de first crack arter I shows yer how, but 
 it'll cost twenty-five plunks ter learn der trick." 
 
 After a few moments of hesitation Browning drew 
 forth his pocketbook and counted out twenty-five dol- 
 lars.
 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 TO BREAK AN ENEMY'S WRIST. 
 
 Buster Kelley was a character. Professor Kelley 
 he called himself. He claimed to be a great pugilist, 
 and he was forever telling of the men he had put to 
 sleep. But he couldn't produce the papers to show for 
 it. The public had to take his word, if they took any- 
 thing. 
 
 In fact, he had never fought a battle in his life, unless 
 it was with a boy half his size. He made a bluff, and 
 it went The youngsters who came to Yale and de- 
 sired to be instructed in the manly art were always 
 recommended to Kelley. 
 
 To give Kelley his due, he was really a fairly 
 good boxer, and he might have made a decent sort of a 
 fight if he had possessed the courage to accept a match 
 and the self denial and energy to go through a regu- 
 lar course of training. 
 
 But Kelley was making an easy living "catching 
 suckers," and there was no real reason why he should 
 go through the hardships of training and actually fight- 
 ing so long as he could fool the youngsters who re-
 
 i8o To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 
 
 garded him as a one-time great and shining light of 
 the prize ring. 
 
 He was too shrewd to stand up with any pupil who 
 might get the best of him and permit that pupil to 
 hammer away at him. He kept them at work on cer- 
 tain kinds of blows, so he always knew exactly what 
 was coming. In this manner of training them he never 
 betrayed just how" much he really knew about fighting. 
 
 Some of the young fellows who became Kelley's pu- 
 pils were the sons of wealthy parents, and then it hap- 
 pened that the professor worked his little game for all 
 there was in it. He sold them "secrets," and they paid 
 dearly for what they learned. Some of the secrets 
 were of no value at all, and some were actually worth 
 knowing. 
 
 It happened that he did know how to break a man's 
 wrist in a very simple manner, providing he could find 
 just the right opportunity. It was a simple trick, but 
 the opportunity to practice it could seldom be found 
 in a fight. 
 
 Kelley's eyes, which were somewhat bleary, bulged 
 with greed as he saw Browning count out the money. 
 
 "It's givin' yer der trick dirt cheap see?" said the 
 professor. "I never sold it less dan twice dat ermount 
 before. Dat's straight. I'll have ter make yer prom- 
 ise not ter tell it ter der odder chaps before I instructs
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 181 
 
 "If I buy it it is mine/' said Bruce. 
 
 "Come off der roof! You enters inter an' agree- 
 ment wid me dat yer don't blow dis t'ing, ur I don't 
 tell yer." 
 
 "What if I want to tell a particular friend?" 
 
 "Yer don't tell him. Dat's all. I had ter pay t'ree 
 hunderd dollars ter learn dis, an' sign a 'greement dat 
 J wouldn't give it erway. Jem Mace tort me dis trick 
 w'en I sparred wid him in Liverpool. He says ter me, 
 says he : 'Buster, ye' re a boid, dat's wot ye are. If you 
 knowed der trick of breakin' a bloke's wrist dere ain't 
 no duffer in der woild dat can do yer. I'll show yer 
 der crack fer sixty pound.' He wouldn't come down a 
 little bit, an' I paid him wot he asked. Since dat time 
 I've knocked roun' all over der woild, an' it's saved me 
 life fife times. Dat was a cheap trick wot I got from 
 old Jem, dat were. A dago pulled a knife on me oncet 
 fer ter cut me wide open, but I broke der dago's wrist 
 quicker dan yer can spit." 
 
 "Well, here is your money, and now I want to know 
 that trick." 
 
 "Yer 'grees not ter tell it ter anybody?" 
 
 "Yes, I agree," 
 
 "Dat settles it." 
 
 Kelley took the money and carefully stowed it away 
 in his clothes. 
 
 "Strip up an' git inter yer trainin' rig," he directed.
 
 1 82 To Break an Enemy's Wrist 
 
 Bruce went into the back room, and Buster poked 
 himself in the ribs with his thumb, grinning and wink- 
 ing at his own reflection in the cracked mirror. 
 
 "Oh, say! but I'm a peach!" he told himself in a con- 
 fidential whisper. "If der college perfessers don't git 
 arter me ergin IT1 make me forchune right yere." 
 
 Kelley had originally hung out a sign and adver- 
 tised to instruct young gentlemen in boxing, but the 
 faculty had made it rather warm for him, and it was 
 generally supposed that he had been forced to leave 
 New Haven. He had not left, but he had changed his 
 quarters to the rooms he now occupied, one flight up 
 at the back of a saloon. 
 
 In a short time Bruce called that he was ready, and 
 the professor leisurely strolled into the back room, 
 where there was a punching bag, a striking machine, 
 all kinds of boxing gloves, and other paraphernalia 
 such as a man in Kelley's business might need. 
 
 At one side of the room were several small closets, 
 in which Kelley's pupils kept their training suits while 
 they were not wearing them. The door of one closet 
 was open, and Browning's street clothes were hanging 
 on some hooks inside. 
 
 Browning had got into trunks, stockings, and light, 
 soft-bottomed shoes. He was stripped to the waist 
 
 Buster walked around the lad, inspecting him with a 
 critical eye, punching here and there with his fingers,
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 183 
 
 feeling of certain muscles and some points where there 
 seemed to be a superabundance of flesh. 
 
 "Well, say !" cried the professor. "I'd like ter know 
 wot yer kickin' erbout ! I never seen a feller work off 
 fat no faster dan wot youse has, an' dat's on der dead. 
 Why, w'en yer comes yere yer didn't have a muscle 
 dat weren't buried in fat, an' now dey're comin' out 
 hard all over yer. You'd kick ef yer wuz playin' foot- 
 ball!" 
 
 "That's all right," said Bruce, rather impatiently. 
 "I know what I want, and I am paying you to give it 
 to me. Go ahead." 
 
 "Don't be so touchy," scowled Kelley. "Tackle der 
 bag a while, an' let's see how yer work." 
 
 Browning went at the punching bag while the pro- 
 fessor stood by and called the changes. He thumped 
 it up against the ceiling and caught it on the rebound 
 thirty times in succession, first with his right and then 
 with his left. Then he went at it with both hands and 
 fairly made it hum. Then, at the word, with remark- 
 able swiftness, he gave it fist and elbow, first right and 
 then left. Then he did some fancy work at a combi- 
 nation hit and butt. 
 
 By the time Buster called him off Browning was 
 streaming with perspiration and breathing heavily. 
 
 "Dat's first rate," complimented the professor. "Yer 
 does dat like yer wuz a perfessional."
 
 1 84 To Break an Enemy's Wrist 
 
 "Great Scott!" gasped Bruce. "I'd never torture 
 myself in this way if I didn't have to ! It is awful !" 
 
 He looked around for a chair, but Buster grinned 
 and said: 
 
 "Dat's right, set right down nit. Youse don't do 
 dat no more in dis joint. Wen I gits yer yere, yer 
 works till yer t' rough see? Dat's der way ter pull 
 der meat off er man." 
 
 "Well, what's next?" 
 
 "See if yer can raise yer record anoder pound on def 
 striker." 
 
 Bruce went at the striking machine, which registered 
 the exact number of pounds of force in each blow it re- 
 ceived. 
 
 "Has any one beaten me yet?" he asked. 
 
 "Naw. Dere ain't nobody come within ninety 
 pound of yer." 
 
 Bruce looked satisfied, but he made up his mind to 
 raise his record if possible, and he succeeded in adding 
 twelve pounds to it. 
 
 "Say!" exclaimed Buster, "if dat cove wot yer arter 
 does you he's a boid !" 
 
 "That's just what he is," nodded Bruce, streaming 
 with perspiration. "He is a bad man to go against " 
 
 "If yer ever gits at him wid dat left ye'll knock him 
 out, sure." -*-
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 185 
 
 "He is like a panther on his feet, and I shall be in 
 great luck if I find him with my left." 
 
 "Yer don't want ter t'ink dat. Yer wants ter t'ink 
 yer goin' ter find him anyhow. Dat's der way." 
 
 "I have thought so before, and I have discovered 
 that he is a wonderfully hard man to find." 
 
 "Wen yer goin' ter fight him?" 
 
 "I am going to try to make him meet me one week 
 from to-day." 
 
 "Where?" 
 
 "I don't know yet." 
 
 "Is he a squealer ?" 
 
 "I don't believe you could drag anything out of 
 him with horses." 
 
 "If dat's right yer might make it yere, an' it could 
 be kept quiet. I'd charge a little somet'ing fer der use 
 of der room, but dat wouldn't come out of eder of 
 youse, fer we'd make der fellers pay wot come in ter 
 see it" 
 
 "We'll see about that/' said Bruce. "But now I 
 want to know that trick." 
 
 "Oh, yes. I near fergot dat." 
 
 "Well, I didn't." 
 
 "Say, if yer use dat on him I don't t'ink we can have 
 der scrap here." 
 
 "Why not?"
 
 1 86 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 
 
 "If one of dem freshies got injuries in dis place 
 so bad it might git out, an' dat would fix me." 
 
 'I don't intend to use it on him unless I have to. Go 
 ahead and explain your trick. If it isn't straight I 
 want my money back." 
 
 "Dere won't be any money back, fer der trick is all 
 right, all right Now stan' up here an' I'll show yer 
 how it's did." 
 
 Kelley then showed Bruce how to bring the edge 
 of his open hand down on the upper side of an enem/s 
 wrist just back of the joint 
 
 "Yer wants ter snap it like dis," Buster explained, 
 illustrating with a sharp, rebounding motion. "If yet 
 strikes him right dere wid der cushion meat on der 
 lower edge of yer hand an' snaps yer hand erway like 
 dis, it's dead sure ter break der bone. Jes' try it on 
 yer own wrist, but be careful not ter try it too hard." 
 
 Bruce did as directed, and he found that he hurt 
 himself severely, although he struck a very light blow. 
 
 "Dat's ter trick," said Kelley, "an' it's a dandy. 
 Don't yer ever use it 'less yer dead sure yer wants ter 
 break der odder feller's wrist" 
 
 Then the professor called up a colored boy, who 
 rubbed Bruce down, and the king of the sophomores 
 finally departed. 
 
 As he walked back toward his room in the dusk of
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 187 
 
 early evening 1 , Browning began to feel sorry that he 
 had learned the trick at all. 
 
 "It would be a dirty game to play on Merriwell," 
 he muttered, "but now that I know it, I may get mad 
 and do it in a huff, especially if I see Merriwell is get- 
 ting the best of me." 
 
 The more Browning thought the matter over the 
 greater became his regret that he had learned the trick 
 of breaking an opponent's wrist. For all that he had 
 a strong feeling against Merriwell, he could see that 
 the leader of the freshmen was square and manly, and 
 he did not believe Frank would take an unfair ad- 
 vantage of a foe. 
 
 Bruce became quite unlike his old jovial self. He 
 was strangely downcast and moody, and he saw that 
 he was fast losing prestige with those who had once 
 regarded him as their leader. 
 
 Hartwick, Browning's roommate, was more bitter 
 against MerriwelL 
 
 "The confounded upstart!" he would growl. 
 "Think of his coming here and carrying things on with 
 such a high hand ! When we were freshmen the soph- 
 omores had everything their own way. They Lambda 
 Chied us till they became'sick of it, and all our attempts 
 to get even proved failures. Now the freshmen who 
 are following the lead of this fellow Merriwell seem 
 to think that they are cocks of the walk. I tell you
 
 1 88 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 
 
 what it is, Bruce, you must do that fellow, and you 
 must do him so he will stay done." 
 
 "Oh, I don't believe he is such a bad fellow at heart. 
 It wouldn't be right to injure him permanently." 
 
 "Wouldn't it? Give me the chance and see if I 
 don't fix him." 
 
 Hartwick began to regard his roommate with dis- 
 dain. 
 
 "For goodness' sake, don't get soft," he implored. 
 "The fellows will say you are chicken-hearted, and 
 that will settle your case. You'll never get back to 
 your old position if you once lose it." 
 
 "I'd rather be thought chicken-hearted than hold 
 my position by dirty play." 
 
 Hartwick made no retort, but it was plain to see 
 that he entertained a different view of a case like the 
 one in question. 
 
 Browning worked like a beaver to get himself in 
 shape for the coming struggle, but he promised him- 
 self over and over that he would never do such a thing 
 again. It was pride and hope that sustained him 
 through his severe course of training. 
 
 "No fresh mug can do youse now," Buster Kelley 
 nnally declared. "I'll put me dough on you, an' I'll 
 win, too." 
 
 Bruce was really in very good form, and he felt that 
 he stood more than an even chance with Merriwell.
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 189 
 
 He had seen the freshman fight, however, and he real- 
 ized that he would not have a walkover. 
 
 The freshmen began to think that Browning feared 
 to meet Merriwell, and they openly told him as much. 
 They taunted him to such an extent that it was with 
 the utmost difficulty he held himself in check till the 
 expiration of the time he had set for getting himseli 
 in condition. 
 
 "What if I should see the freshman getting the best 
 of me and should break his wrist?" he thought. "I 
 might make it appear to be an accident, but I would 
 know better myself. I'd get the best of Merriwell, and 
 the fellows would still hail me as King Browning, but 
 I would be ashamed of myself all the while." 
 
 It was that thought which troubled him so much 
 and made him appear so grouchy. 
 
 "Browning is in a blue funk whenever he thinks of 
 stacking up againsfthe freshman," one sophomore con- 
 fidentially told another. "I believe he has lost his 
 nerve." 
 
 "It looks that way," admitted the other. 
 
 Thus it came about that Bruce's appearance led his 
 former admirers to misjudge him, and he saw a grow- 
 ing coolness toward him. 
 
 "I'll meet Merriwell on the level," he finally decided, 
 "and I will whip him on the level or I'll not whip him 
 at all."
 
 190 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 
 
 Then he instructed Hartwick to carry a challenge to 
 Frank. 
 
 "I will fight him with hard gloves," said Bruce. 
 
 He had decided that with a glove on his hand he 
 could not easily perform the trick of breaking his ene- 
 my's wrist in case he was seized by an impulse to do so. 
 
 "Gloves?" cried Hartwick. "Why, man, why don't 
 you challenge him to meet you with bare fists ?" 
 
 "Because I have decided that gloves are all right." 
 
 "The fellows will say you are afraid." 
 
 "Let them say so if they like," returned Bruce, but 
 lie winced a bit, as if a tender spot had been touched. 
 
 Hartwick did his best to induce his friend to chal- 
 lenge Merriwell to a fight with bare fists, but Bruce had 
 made up his mind and he was obstinate. 
 
 So it came about that Hartwick carried the challenge 
 just as Browning desired, and it was promptly ac- 
 cepted. Merriwell was not a fellow who sought 
 trouble, but he knew he must meet Browning or be 
 called a coward, and he did not dally. He quietly told 
 Hartwick that any arrangements Mr. Browning saw fit 
 to make would be agreeable to him. In that way he 
 put Browning on his honor to give him a square deal. 
 
 The matter was kept very quiet. It was decided 
 that the match should come off in Kelley's back room, 
 and a few of Merriwell's and Browning's friends
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist 191 
 
 should be invited. Bruce paid for the room and firmly 
 "sat on" the professor's scheme to charge admission. 
 
 "This is no prize fight," he rather warmly declared. 
 "We are not putting ourselves on exhibition, like two 
 pugilists. It is a matter of honor." 
 
 "Well, if youse college chaps don't git der derndest 
 ideas inter yer nuts !" muttered Kelley, who could not 
 understand Browning's view of an affair of honor. 
 "Youse takes der cream, dat's wot yer do !" 
 
 On Saturday afternoon one week after the rush 
 at the park certain students might have been seen to 
 stroll, one at a time, into the saloon over which were 
 the headquarters of Professor Kelley. It was three 
 in the afternoon that about twenty lads were gathered 
 in Buster's training-room to witness the meeting be- 
 tween Merriwell and Browning. 
 
 Tad Horner was chosen referee. 
 
 "Look here," he said before the first round, "if any 
 man here isn't satisfied with my decisions, let him meet 
 me after the match is over, and I will satisfy him or 
 fight him." 
 
 This was said in all earnestness, and it brought a 
 round of applause and laughter. 
 
 It was agreed that it should be a six-round contest, 
 not more and no less, unless one side threw up the 
 sponge or one of the men was knocked out. 
 
 Rattleton was Frank's second, and Hartwick repre-
 
 292 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 
 
 sented Bruce. A regular ring had been roped off, and 
 the men entered from opposite sides at a signal. Much 
 to his disgust, Kelley was not allowed to take any part 
 in the affair. 
 
 Both lads were stripped to the waist. Merriwell 
 was clean limbed, but muscular, while Browning was 
 stocky and solid. The sophomore had gotten rid of 
 his superfluous flesh in a wonderful manner, and he 
 looked to be a hard man to tackle. 
 
 The gloves were put on, and then the rivals advanced 
 and shook hands. . An instant later they were at it, 
 and the decisive struggle between them had begun. 
 
 Their movements .were so rapid that it was difficult 
 for the eyes of the eager spectators to follow them. 
 Both got in some sharp blows, and -the round ended 
 with a clean knock-down for Browning, who planted 
 a terrific blow between Merriwell's eyes and sent the 
 freshman to the floor. 
 
 The sophs were jubilant and the freshmen were 
 downcast. Merriwell simply laughed as he sat on Rat- 
 tleton's knee. 
 
 "Whee jiz I mean jee whiz!" spluttered Harry. 
 "Are you going to let that fellow do you. The sophs 
 will never get over it if you do. Hear 'em laugh!" 
 
 "Don't worry," smiled Frank. "This is the begin- 
 ning. There must be an ending." 
 
 "Do him do him, Bruce !" fiercely whispered Hart-
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 193 
 
 wick in the ear of his principal. "It's plain enough 
 at you can." 
 
 "I think I can," said Bruce, confidently. 
 
 The sophs offered three to two on Browning, and 
 many bets were made. 
 
 Then time was called and the rivals advanced once 
 more. 
 
 The second round was hotter than the first, if pos- 
 sible, and Merriwell drew first blood by giving Brown- 
 ing a heavy one on the nose. It ended with both spar- 
 ring, and neither seeming to have a decided advan- 
 tage. 
 
 Now the freshmen were encouraged, and they ex- 
 pressed their confidence in their man. More bets were 
 made, the sophomores still giving odds. 
 
 The third round filled the freshmen with delight, 
 for Merriwell knocked Browning off his feet twice, 
 while he seemed to get no heavy blows himself. 
 
 The sophs became quieter, and no money at odds was 
 in sight. In fact, the freshmen tried to get even 
 money, but could not. 
 
 The fourth and fifth rounds were filled with good, 
 sharp, scientific work, but toward the close of the fifth 
 both men seemed a trifle groggy. Neither had a de- 
 cided advantage. 
 
 "Dat Merriwell is a boid!" declared Buster Kelley 
 enthusiastically. "Why, dat chap could be der cham-
 
 194 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 
 
 peen of der woild if he went inter der business fer fair' 
 Dat's on der level, too." 
 
 Both lads were battered and bruised, and there wai 
 blood on their faces when they retired to their cor 
 ners at the command from Homer. 
 
 "He's a nut," confessed Frank. "He has given m* 
 some soakers, and he takes his medicine as if he liked 
 it." 
 
 "You'll finish him next round, sure," fluttered 
 Harry. "I shall buck the kickit I mean kick the 
 bucket if you don't." 
 
 "How is it?" Hartwick eagerly asked as he wiped 
 the blood from Browning's face. "Can you finish him 
 next round?" 
 
 "I shall try, but I don't believe the fellow can be 
 licked unless he is killed. That's what I think of 
 him." 
 
 "Didn't I hear you say you knew a trick that would 
 do him?" 
 
 "Yes, but it is not a square deal, although no referee 
 could call it foul if this were a fight with bare fists. As 
 it is, I'd have to get my glove off." 
 
 "Do it! do it! You're a fool if you don't!" 
 
 "Then I'm a fool. That man has trusted this en- 
 tire affair to our honor, and if I can't whip him fair I 
 won't whip him at all." 
 
 "You make me sick!" sneered Hartwick.
 
 To Break an Enemy's Wrist. 195 
 
 At the call the two men promptly faced each other 
 for the final round. At first they were a bit wary, but 
 then, as if by mutual agreement, they went at each 
 other like tigers. Blow followed blow, but it was plain 
 that one man was getting quite as much as the other. 
 Browning got in one of his terrific drives, but it was 
 not a knockout, and Merriwell had the sophomore up 
 up against the rope three times. 
 
 "Time! Break away!" yelled Tad Horner, forcing 
 himself over between the combatants. "It's all over." 
 
 "What's the decision?" shouted a dozen voices. 
 
 "A draw," was the distinct answer. "I declare it 
 an even thing between them." 
 
 There was a moment of silence, and then, bruised 
 and smiling, Frank Merriwell tore off his glove and 
 extended his hand. Off came Browning's glove, and 
 he accepted the hand of the freshman.
 
 CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 TALKING IT OVER. 
 
 Before night nearly every student knew that Merri- 
 well and Browning had fought a six-round, hard-glove 
 contest to a draw, and it was generally said that the de- 
 cision was fair. Evan Hartwick seemed to be the only 
 witness of the fight who was dissatisfied. Roland 
 Ditson had not been invited to see it, but he expressed 
 a belief that Browning would prove the better man in 
 a fight to a finish. 
 
 Several weeks slipped by. 
 
 After the glove contest Browning had very little to 
 say about the freshman leader. Whenever he did say 
 anything, it was exactly what he thought, and it was 
 noted that he admitted Merriwell to be a comer. 
 
 Evan Hartwick could not crush down his powerful 
 dislike for Merriwell. He admitted to Bruce that he 
 felt an almost irresistible desire to strike the cool fresh- 
 man whenever they met. 
 
 "I wouldn't advise you to do it, my boy," lazily 
 smiled Browning, who was growing fat again, now 
 that he was no longer in training. "He is a bad man 
 to hit"
 
 Talking it Over. 197 
 
 "It depends on what he is hit with," returned Hart- 
 wick, grimly. "You made a fool of yourself when 
 you failed to break his wrist, after paying twenty-five 
 toadskins to learn the trick. That would have made 
 you the victor." 
 
 "And it would have made me feel like a contemptible 
 sneak. I have been well satisfied with myself that I 
 did not try the trick. 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. He is one 
 of the best freshmen half-backs ever seen at Yale, ac- 
 cording to the general acknowledgment. And now he 
 is pulling an oar and coaching the freshmen crew at 
 the same time something never attempted before 
 something said to be impossible. Where would he be 
 if you had broken his wrist?" 
 
 "He could coach the freshmen just the same, and 
 the very fact that he can do all these things makes me 
 well satisfied that I did not fix him so he couldn't." 
 
 "Wait ! wait ! What if the freshmen beat us out at 
 Lake Saltonstall ? What if they come out ahead of us?" 
 
 "They won't." 
 
 "I know the fellows are saying they will not, but I
 
 198 Talking it Over. 
 
 tell you this Merriwell is full of tricks, and there is no 
 telling what he may do with the fresh crew. He is 
 working 1 them secretly, and our spies report that he 
 seems to know his business." 
 
 "Well, if he makes them winners ke will deserve 
 the credit he will receive. But he can't do it. No 
 man can coach a crew and pull an oar at the same time. 
 The very fact that he is attempting such a thing shows 
 he isn't in the game." 
 
 "Don't be so sure. They say he has a substitute 
 who takes his place in the boat sometimes, and that 
 gives him a chance to see just how the crew is work- 
 ing." 
 
 "Rats! Who ever heard of such a thing! Merri- 
 well is all right, but he doesn't know anything about 
 rowing. He may think he knows, but he is fooling 
 himself." 
 
 "Well, we will have to wait and see about that." 
 
 "I really believe you are afraid of Merriwell. Why 
 ha ! ha ! ha ! you are the only one who has an ides 
 the freshmen will be in the race at all." 
 
 "I know it, but few have had any idea that the 
 freshmen could do any of the things they have done. 
 They have fooled us right along, and " 
 
 "Oh, say! Give me a cigarette and let's drop it. 
 From the way you talk I should say you would make 
 a good sporting editor for a Sunday-school paper."
 
 Talking it Over. 199 
 
 "That's all right," muttered Hartwick, sulkily, as he 
 tossed Bruce a package of Turkish cigarettes. "Wait 
 and see if I am not right." 
 
 After this Bruce went about telling all the sopho- 
 mores what Hartwick thought, and urging them to 
 "jolly him" whenever they could get a chance. As a 
 result Evan was kept in hot water the most of the time, 
 but he persisted in claiming that the freshmen were 
 bound to give them a surprise. 
 
 One evening a jolly party gathered in Browning and 
 Hartwick's rooms. Cigarettes were passed around, and 
 soon the smoke was thick enough to cut with a knife. 
 
 "How are the eggs down where you are taking your 
 meals now, Homer?" asked Puss Parker. 
 
 "Oh, they are birds!" chirped little Tad, who was 
 perched on the back of a chair, with his cap on the side 
 of his head. 
 
 This produced a general laugh, and Parker said : 
 
 "Speaking of birds makes me think that riches hath 
 wings. I dropped seventy-five in that little game last 
 night." 
 
 Punch Swallows groaned in a heartrending way. 
 
 "That's nothing," he said, dolefully. "I lost a hun- 
 dred and ten last week, and I've been broke ever since. 
 Wired home for money, but the gov didn't respond. 
 After that game all I could think of was two pairs, 
 three of a kind, bobtail flushes, and so on. I made a
 
 200 Talking it Over. 
 
 dead flunk at recitations for two days. The evening 
 after I lost my roll I was to attend a swell affair up on 
 Temple Street. I was in a rocky condition, and I took 
 something to brace me up, for I knew there would bf 
 pretty girls there, and I wouldn't have missed it for 
 anything. The memory of that horrible game was still 
 with me, and whenever my mind wandered I was think- 
 ing of jack pots and kindred things. Well, I went to 
 the party, and there were plenty of queens there, but I 
 didn't seem to enjoy myself, for some reason. I fan- 
 cied it possible they might smell my breath, and that 
 worried me. I thought I would go off by myself, and 
 so I wandered into a little room where I imagined I 
 would be alone, but hanged if I didn't run into the 
 hostess and a stack of ladies. Then, with my mind 
 confused, I made a fool of myself. 'Er er excuse 
 me,' I stammered; 'what room is this?* 'This is the 
 anteroom, sir,' replied the hostess. 'What's the limit ?' 
 says I, as I fumbled in my pocket. Then I took a tum- 
 ble to myself and chased out in a hurry. I saw the 
 girls staring after me as if they thought me crazy. It 
 was awful." 
 
 "Oh, well, you mustn't mind the loss of a few dol- 
 lars," said Andy Emery. "A man can make a fortune 
 in this country picking up chips if he puts them on 
 the right card.'' 
 
 "Put a little perfumery on that before you use it
 
 Talking it Over. 201 
 
 again, Emery," grinned Tad Homer. "It's got whis- 
 kers." 
 
 "I think Swallows all right, but he reminds me of a 
 man I knew once on a time. I haven't seen Swallows 
 when he had over twenty-five at a time since he's been 
 here, and still he says he dropped a hundred and ten in 
 one game." 
 
 "How about this man you knew ?" asked Parker. 
 
 "He was a great fellow to stretch the long bow, and 
 it became such a habit that he could not break it. He 
 seemed to prefer a falsehood to the truth, even when 
 the truth would have served him better. Well, he died 
 and was buried. One day I visited the cemetery and 
 gazed on his tombstone. On the top of the stone was 
 his name and on the bottom were these words : 'I am 
 not dead, but sleeping.' Now that man was lying in 
 his grave, for his habit " 
 
 Parker flung a slipper at Emery, who dodged it. 
 The slipper struck Tad Homer and knocked him off 
 the back of the chair. 
 
 "That's all right," said Swallows, nodding at Em- 
 ery, who was laughing. "I'll square that the first 
 chance I get." 
 
 "Do ! But when you get a roll, remember there are 
 others who are looking for you." 
 
 "Drop this persiflage and come down to business," 
 said Browning, winking at the others and nodding
 
 202 Talking it Over. 
 
 toward Hartwick, who did not seem to be taking any 
 interest in what was going on. "Let's talk about the 
 races." 
 
 "Yas, by Jawve!" drawled Willis Paulding, who 
 tried to be "deucedly English" in everything. "Let's 
 talk about the races, deah boys. That's what inter- 
 ests me, don't yer know." 
 
 Hartwick squirmed. He knew what was coming, 
 and still his disposition was such that he could not re- 
 sist a "jolly" in case the jolliers expressed opinions that 
 did not agree with his own. 
 
 Browning enjoyed seeing the gang get Hartwick on 
 a string, and he was ever ready to aid anything of the 
 kind along. By nature the king of sophomores was a 
 practical joker. He had put up more jobs than any 
 man who ever entered Yale. That was what had 
 given him his reputation. 
 
 "I understand the freshmen are rapidly coming to 
 the front," observed Hod Chadwick, with apparent 
 seriousness. 
 
 "Is that right?" asked Parker. "Heard anything 
 new?" 
 
 "Why, they say this Merriwell has the genuine Ox- 
 ford system." 
 
 "Where'dhegetit?" 
 
 "He has been abroad. It is even reported that he has 
 studied at Oxford. He has watched the work of the
 
 Talking it Over. 203 
 
 Oxford coach, and he is working the freshmen eight 
 on the same lines." 
 
 "That's right that's right," nodded Hartwick, and 
 the boys winked at each other. 
 
 "How do you know it is right?" asked Emery. 
 "What do you know about Merriwell ?" 
 
 "I know he has been abroad, and I have it straight 
 that he spent considerable time at Oxford." 
 
 "That's nothing. Any lubber might watch the 
 work at Oxford, but what would that amount to?" 
 
 "Merriwell is no lubber, as you fellows should know 
 by this time." 
 
 "We don't seem to know much of anything about 
 him. Who are his parents ? What about them ?" 
 
 "I hear his father was drowned in bed," murmured 
 Tad Horner. 
 
 "By Jawve!" exclaimed Willis Paulding. "How 
 could that happen ?" 
 
 "There was a hole in the mattress, and he fell 
 through into the spring," gravely assured Tad. 
 
 Willis nearly lost his breath. 
 
 "That's all wrong," said Browning. "It's true Mer- 
 riwell is no lubber. Why should he be? His father 
 was a skipper." 
 
 "What ! A sea captain ?" asked Hartwick. 
 
 "No, a bank cashier. He skipped to Canada."
 
 204 Talking it Over. 
 
 "Wow!" whooped Tad Horner. "How that hurt! 
 Don't do it again !" 
 
 "You fellows have things twisted," asserted Parker, 
 with apparent seriousness. "I have private advices 
 that Merriwell's father is a poor dentist." 
 
 "A poor dentist, eh?" 
 
 "Yes, rather poor, but he manages to pull out." 
 
 Tad Horner fell off the back of his chair and struck 
 sprawling on the floor. 
 
 "Water !" he gasped. 
 
 "You wouldn't know it if you saw it," grinned 
 Parker. 
 
 "Without a doubt and without any fooling, Merri- 
 well's father is dead," said Hod Chadwick. 
 
 "Do you know this for a fact ?" asked Swallows. 
 
 "Yes. It is said that he died on the field." 
 
 "Then he was a soldier?" 
 
 "No ; a baseball umpire." 
 
 "This is a very dry crowd," laughed Browning. 
 
 "I should think you would say something," hinted 
 Chadwick. 
 
 "It isn't in the house. We'll go down to Morey's 
 after supper settles and I'll blow." 
 
 "To fizz?" 
 
 "Not this evening. Ale is good enough for this 
 crowd." 
 
 "Oh, I don't suppose we can kick at that But we
 
 Talking it Over. 205 
 
 were speaking about Merriwell and the freshman crew 
 How are we to escape death at their hands ?" 
 
 "Have another cigarette all around," invited Parker 
 as he passed them. 
 
 "That's too slow, but I'll take a cigarette just the 
 same." 
 
 Hartwick got up and walked about in a corner, show- 
 ing nervousness. They urged him to sit down and 
 take things easy. He felt like making a break and 
 getting out, but he knew they would roar with laughter 
 if he did. 
 
 "You fellows are a lot of chumps!" he exclaimed, 
 suddenly getting angry. "You treat this matter lightly 
 now, but you are likely to change your tune after the 
 race." 
 
 The boys were well satisfied, for they saw he was 
 getting aroused. 
 
 "Oh, I don't know as we treat it so very lightly," 
 said Emery. "We've got to have our fun, no matter 
 what we may think." 
 
 "But every one of you is of the opinion that we are 
 going to have a cinch with the freshmen." 
 
 "It does look easy." 
 
 "Have they been easy thus far?" 
 
 "Oh, that's different." 
 
 "You will find this is different when it is all over. * 
 
 "Now, see here, Hartwick," said Parker; "you are
 
 2o6 Talking it Over. 
 
 the only soph who does not think we have a soft thing 
 with the freshmen. What's the matter with you?" 
 
 "Why, he wants to disagree with us, that's all," said 
 Browning. "Why, he wouldn't eat anything if he 
 thought it would agree with him. That's the kind of 
 a man he is." 
 
 Hartwick looked disgusted. 
 
 "Keep it up! keep it up!" he cried. "But you'll 
 find out !" 
 
 "Now, see here, man," said Parker once more; "are 
 you stuck on Merriwell?" 
 
 Hartwick showed still greater disgust, his eyes 
 flashing. 
 
 "Stuck on him!" he cried. "Well, not any! You 
 fellows ought to know that! Stuck on him! That 
 gives me pains !" 
 
 "Well, I couldn't see what ailed you unless you 
 were." 
 
 "It is because I am not stuck on him that I am so 
 anxious to beat him, as you fellows ought to be able 
 to see." 
 
 "Oh, that's it? Excuse me! Well, now, how is he 
 going to make a lot of lubberly freshies beat us ?" 
 
 "He's found some men who can pull oars all right, 
 and he has introduced a few innovations that will be 
 surprises." 
 
 "How do you know so much about it?"
 
 Talking it Over. 20; 
 
 "I have been investigating, and I am not the only 
 one." 
 
 "Well, what are his innovations?" 
 
 "The Oxford oar, in the first place." 
 
 "What is that?" 
 
 "Two to four inches longer than our oar, with a 
 blade five and one-half inches wide, instead of seven 
 inches." 
 
 "For goodness' sake, what is the advantage of such 
 an oar?" 
 
 "I'll tell you. With a short course and high stroke 
 no set of men are strong enough to use the old oar and 
 go the distance without weakening. You must admit 
 that." 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 "With the narrow blades a longer oar can be used 
 and the leverage increased. That is plain enough." 
 
 The boys were silent for some moments. Here was 
 a matter they had not considered, and they were forced 
 to confess that it was a point for discussion. 
 
 "But that is not enough to enable the freshmen to 
 win, even admitting the English oar to be better, 
 which has not been proven," said Emery. 
 
 "By Jawve! I am rather inclined to believe the 
 English oar is superior, don't yer know," put in Willis 
 Paulding. 
 
 "That's not surprising in your case," said Emery.
 
 ^o8 Talking it Over. 
 
 "That's not all Merriwell has done," declared Hart- 
 wick. 
 
 "What else has he done?" 
 
 "He has introduced the Oxford style of catch, fin- 
 ish and length of strokes, which means a longer swing, 
 with more leg and body work." 
 
 "Well, that will cook 'em!" cried Tad Homer. "If 
 he has done that, we'll make a show of those greenies." 
 
 "What reason have you for thinking anything of 
 the sort ?" 
 
 "Every reason. The regular Yale stroke cannot be 
 improved upon. That is beyond question." 
 
 Hartwick smiled wearily. 
 
 "That's what I call conceit," he said. "You don't 
 know whether it can be improved upon or not." 
 
 There was an outburst of protests by the boys, who 
 believed, as almost every Yale man believes, that Yale 
 methods are correct and cannot be improved upon. 
 Hartwick was regarded as disloyal, and all felt like 
 giving it to him hot. 
 
 "A longer body swing is certain to make a difficult 
 recovery," said Browning. "That is plain enough." 
 
 "Not if the men are worked right and put in proper 
 form," declared Hartwick. "I have been told that 
 the English long stroke and recovery is very graceful 
 and easy, and that it does not wear on a man like the 
 American stroke."
 
 Talking it Over. 209 
 
 "By Jawve ! I think that's right, don't yer know," 
 said Paulding. 
 
 "What you think doesn't count," muttered Tad Hor- 
 ner. 
 
 "With such a stroke and swing the men are bound 
 to recover on their toes," asserted Browning. 
 
 "Oh, rats !" said Punch Swallows. "What does that 
 amount to, anyway, in a case like this? We are talk- 
 ing of this tub load of freshmen as if they were the 
 'Varsity crew. What's the use? It won't make any 
 difference what kind of a stroke they use. They are 
 mighty liable to use several different kinds, and they 
 won't be in it at all, my children. Let's go down to 
 Moray's and oil up." 
 
 "Go ahead," said Hartwick, grimly. "But you will 
 think over what I have said after the race comes off." 
 
 The boys put on their caps and trooped out, laugh- 
 ing and talking as they went.
 
 CHAPTER XVIII. 
 
 MERRIWELL AND RATTLETON. 
 
 "Harry!" 
 
 "Hello!" 
 
 "You've got to stop smoking those confounded 
 cigarettes." 
 
 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 room- 
 mate. His face expressed astonishment, not unmin- 
 gled 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. 
 
 "I said that you must stop smoking cigarettes." 
 
 "Well, what did you mean?" 
 
 "I am in the habit of saying what I mean," was the 
 quiet answer as Frank scanned the paper over which 
 he had been pondering for some time. 
 
 Harry got upon his feet, shoved one hand into his 
 trousers pocket, and stared in silence for some seconds 
 at Merriwell. That stare was most expressive.
 
 Merriwell and Rattleton. 211 
 
 "Well, may I be jotally tiggered I mean totally 
 jiggered !" he finally exclaimed. 
 
 "You'll be worse than that if you keep on with those 
 things," asserted Frank. "You'll be totally wrecked." 
 
 "This is the first time you have had the crust to de- 
 liberately tell me that I must do anything," growled 
 Harry, resentfully. "And I feel free to say that I 
 don't like it much. It is carrying the thing altogether 
 too far. I have never told you that you must do this 
 thing or you mustn't do that. I should have consid- 
 ered that I was beddling with something that was none 
 of my misness er meddling with something that 
 was none of my business." 
 
 Frank perceived that his roommate was quite heated, 
 so he dropped the paper and said : 
 
 "Don't fly off the handle so quick, old man. I am 
 speaking for your own good, and you should know it.'* 
 
 "Thank you!" sarcastically. 
 
 "But I am in earnest." 
 
 "Really?" and Rattleton elevated his eyebrows. 
 
 "Come now," said Frank, "sit down and we will talk 
 it over." 
 
 "Talk it over, eh ? I don't know why we should talk 
 over a matter that concerns me alone." 
 
 "Your dinner did not set well. I never saw you so 
 touchy in all my life. You know I am your friend, old 
 
 '
 
 212 Merriwell and Rattleton. 
 
 man, and there is no reason why you should show such 
 a spirit toward me." 
 
 "I don't like to be told what I must do and what I 
 mustn't by anybody. That's all there is about it." 
 
 Harry did sit down, but he lighted a fresh ciga- 
 rette. 
 
 "Well, I suppose you will have your own way, but 
 I want to explain why I said what I did. You know 
 we are out to beat the sophs in the boat race." 
 
 "Sure." 
 
 "Well, in order to do it every man of us must be in 
 the pink of condition. You are not drinking, and Old 
 Put doesn't know how much you are smoking. If he 
 did he would call you down or drop you. It is pretty 
 certain that Gordon would take your place." 
 
 "Well, I suppose you are going to tell Old Put all 
 about it ? Is that what you mean ?" 
 
 "Not exactly. But you know I have as much inter- 
 est in the makeup of our crew as Old Put, although he 
 is the man who really has charge of us." 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 "If I were to say so, you would be taken out and 
 some one else would fill your place." 
 
 "And would you do that ?" 
 
 "Not unless forced to do so. You should know, 
 Harry, that I am ready to stick by you in anything if 
 I can."
 
 Merriwell and Rattleton. 213 
 
 "If you can ! I don't understand that hang me, if 
 I do! If I have a friend I am going to stick to him 
 through anything, right or wrong!" 
 
 "That's first rate and it is all right. If you get into 
 any trouble, I fancy you will not find anybody who 
 will stand by you any longer. But this matter is dif- 
 ferent. You are in training, and you are not supposed 
 to smoke at all, but you get here in this room and puff 
 away by the hour." 
 
 "What harm does it do?" 
 
 "A great deal." 
 
 "Get out ! It doesn't make a dit of bifference." 
 
 "That's what you think, but I know better. At Far- 
 dale I had a chum who smoked cigarettes by the stack. 
 He was a natural-born athlete, but he never seemed 
 quite able to take the lead in anything. It was his 
 wind. I talked to him, but he thought I didn't know. 
 Finally I induced him to leave off smoking entirely. 
 He did it, though it was like taking his teeth. It was 
 not long before he showed an improvement in his work. 
 The improvement continued and he went up to the 
 very top. He acknowledged that he could not have 
 accomplished it if he had kept on with his cigarettes. 
 
 "Now, old man," continued Frank, coming over and 
 putting a hand on Harry's shoulder in a friendly way, 
 "I am interested in you and I want to see you stay on
 
 214 Merriwell and Rattleton. 
 
 our crew. You must know that I am giving it to you 
 straight." 
 
 Harry was silent, gazing down at the floor, while his 
 cigarette was going out, still held between his fingers. 
 
 "I am going to tell you something that you do not 
 .<now," Frank went on. "Old Put has been asking 
 me to give Gordon more of a show. He thinks Gor- 
 don is a better man than you, but I know better. If you 
 will leave cigarettes alone you are the man for the 
 place. Gordon has a beautiful back and splendid 
 shoulders, but he lacks heart, or I am much mistaken. 
 It takes nerve to pull an oar in a race. A man has got 
 to keep at it for all there is in him till he drops and 
 he mustn't drop till the race is over. That's why I 
 want you. I am confident that you will pull your 
 arms out before you give up. But you won't have the 
 wind for the race unless you quit cigarettes, and quit 
 them immediately." 
 
 Harry was still silent, but his head was lower and 
 he was biting his lips. The cigarette in his fingers 
 had quite gone out. 
 
 "Come now, Harry," came earnestly from Frank. 
 "Just cut clear from the things. They never did any 
 man any good, and they have taken the wind and 
 nerve out of hundreds. You don't want me to keep 
 you on the crew and lose the race by doing so. You 
 don't want it said that I have been partial to you be-
 
 Merriwell and Rattleton. 215 
 
 cause you are my roommate and particular friend. 
 That's what will be said if things go wrong. The fel- 
 lows will declare I was prejudiced against Gordon, and 
 they will not be to blame unless you can prove your- 
 self the best man. I have nothing against Gordon, 
 and I am bound to use him as white as I can. I have 
 explained why I don't want him on the crew, and I 
 have tried to make it clear why I'll have to let him 
 come on at once, unless you drop cigarettes. How is 
 it, my boy? What do you say?" 
 
 Harry got up and went into the bedroom. A mo- 
 ment later he came out with a big package of cigar- 
 ettes in his hands. He opened the window and flung 
 them as far as possible. 
 
 "There!" he cried. "By the mumping Joses I 
 mean the jumping Moses! I'm done with 'em. I'm 
 not going to smoke them any more !" 
 
 "Good boy!" laughed Frank, his face full of satis- 
 faction. "Shake!" 
 
 They clasped hands. 
 
 Rat-tat-tat! A knock at the door. 
 
 "Come in." 
 
 The door opened and Dismal Jones, his face longer 
 and sadder than usual,. came slouching into the room. 
 
 "Hello, Jones, old boy!" cried Frank, cheerfully. 
 "What is troubling you now? You look like a fu- 
 neral."
 
 216 Merriwell and Rattleton. 
 
 "I'm mad," said Dismal in a spiritless way. 
 
 "Is that what ails you ? I'd never suspected it from 
 your appearance." 
 
 "Appearances are oftentimes deceitful," croaked 
 Jones. "Whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise." 
 
 "Well, sit down and tell us all about it," invited 
 Frank, offering a chair. "My boy, it must be that you 
 are studying too hard. You have the outward ap- 
 pearance of a greasy grind." 
 
 "What's that I just told you about appearances? 
 You are too hasty in your judgments. The trouble 
 with me this evening is that I have found out some- 
 thing." 
 
 "I never supposed it would trouble you like this." 
 
 "Wait. You do not know what it is." 
 
 "That's right. What is it?" 
 
 Frank was familiar with Dismal's queer ways, and 
 he knew it was not easy to tell when this son of a 
 "shouting Methodist" was jollying and when he was 
 in earnest; but now he was convinced that Jones was 
 really serious, and he felt that there must be some cause 
 for it. 
 
 Harry, strangely sobered and silent, sat listening. 
 He could not understand Jones, and he was on his 
 guard, knowing how often the fellow turned into a 
 farce what seemed a serious matter.
 
 Merriwell and Rattleton. 217 
 
 Dismal locked his fingers and twiddled his thumbs. 
 He cleared his throat and then said : 
 
 "Merry, what would you say if I were to tell every- 
 thing I could find out about our crew to the sophs ?" 
 
 "I should say you were a confounded sneak!" 
 
 "Hum! I kinder thought you'd say something 
 like that." 
 
 "But you do not know too much about the crew." 
 
 "I know something, and I could know more if I had 
 a mind to. All I would have to do would be to play 
 the spy a little." 
 
 "Well, I suppose that is right. What about it?" 
 
 "Somebody is playing the spy." 
 
 "How do you know?" 
 
 "I've got it straight enough, for the sophs know all 
 about what our crew is doing. They are laughing over 
 the Oxford stroke and the English oars." 
 
 "How do you know this?" 
 
 "Heard 'em." 
 
 "When?" 
 
 "To-night." 
 
 "Where?" 
 
 "On the street. Browning and a party were going 
 down to Morey's, and they were having a high old time 
 with Hartwick, who was explaining the advantages 
 of the stroke and the oars our crew has adopted." 
 
 "That's not proof that somebody has played the
 
 218 Merriwell and Rattleton. 
 
 spy. It may have slipped out through the carelessness 
 f some of our men." 
 
 "It may. But I don't think so. I heard Emery 
 ^sk Hart wick how he knew so much about us." 
 
 "What did Hartwick say?" Frank eagerly asked. 
 
 "He said he had a nice fresh flat who thought it a 
 fine thing to play the spy and blab all he found out." 
 
 "Blay bluses I mean blue blazes!" cried Harry, 
 banging his fist down on the table. "That's what 
 makes me cot under the hollar! A man who would 
 do a thing like that will steal a sheep! I'd like to have 
 the pleasure of thumping him a few times just a 
 few!" 
 
 Merriwell was silent, a dark look on his face. 
 
 "It will not be healthy for the spy if I catch him," 
 he finally declared. "I'll make it pretty hot for him 
 around here!" 
 
 "Which would be a highly commendable action," 
 bowed Dismal. 
 
 "Have you any idea who would do such a low-down 
 \hing?" asked Harry. 
 
 "Sometimes we have ideas which we do not care to 
 xpress." 
 
 "That's right ; but in a case like this confidentially 
 to us, you know " 
 
 "Well, if I say anything, it is to be strictly confi- 
 dential."
 
 Merriwell and Rattleton. 219 
 
 "Sure!" cried Frank and Harry in a breath. 
 
 "You both give me your word for it?" 
 
 "We do." 
 
 "If I knew, I would not hesitate to come out openly 
 and accuse the fellow," said Dismal; "but this is 
 merely a case of suspicion, and I will tell you who I 
 suspect." 
 
 "Go ahead." 
 
 "Well, there is a certain fellow who has not been 
 above playing into the hands of the sophs in the past, 
 and it is natural for me to suspect him. His name 
 
 The door opened, and Roland Ditson came m with- 
 out knocking.
 
 CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 WHO IS THE TRAITOR? 
 
 "Hello, fellows!" cried Ditson. "How are yer, 
 Jones ! I am surprised to see you here. Is it possible 
 you have let up cramming long enough to make a 
 call? Why, I have even heard that you had your eye 
 on some classical scholarship prize as soon as this. 
 Everybody who knows you says you're a regular hard- 
 working old dig." 
 
 "There are fools who know other people's business 
 i great deal better than their own," said Dismal stiffly. 
 
 "That's right," nodded Ditson, who made a great 
 effort to be rakish in his appearance, but always ap- 
 peared rather foxy instead. "But I tell you this mat- 
 ter of burning the midnight oil and grinding is not 
 what it's cracked up to be. It makes a man old be- 
 fore his time, and it doesn't amount to much after he 
 has been all through it. Goodness knows we fresh- 
 men have to cram hard enough to get through ! I am 
 tired of it already. And then we have to live outside 
 the pale, as it were. When we become sophs we'll be 
 able to give up boarding houses and live in the dor- 
 mitories. That's what I am anxious for."
 
 Who is the Traitor? 221 
 
 "It strikes me that you are very partial to sophs," 
 said Dismal, giving Roll a piercing look. 
 
 Ditson was not fazed. 
 
 "They're a rather clever gang of fellows," he said. 
 "Freshmen are very new, as a rule. Of course there 
 are exceptions, and " 
 
 "I suppose you consider yourself one?" 
 
 "Oh, I can't tell about that. But supposing I am; 
 by the time I become a soph some of the newness will 
 have worn off." 
 
 "I am not particularly impressed with any fresh- 
 man who seems to think so much of sophomores. You 
 ought to stay with them all the time." 
 
 "Oh, I don't know. They have treated me rather 
 well, and I have found the most of them easy people." 
 
 "They seem to have found some freshman easy fruit. 
 Somebody has been blowing to them about our crew." 
 
 "I know it," was Ditson's surprising confession, 
 "and that's why I dropped in here. I wanted to tell 
 Merriwell about it." 
 
 Jones gasped for breath. He was too surprised to 
 speak for some minutes. 
 
 Ditson took out a package of cigarettes, offering 
 them first to Harry, who shook his head. 
 
 "What?" cried Roll, amazed. "You won't smoke?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "What's that mean?"
 
 222 Who is the Traitor ? 
 
 "I have left off," said Harry, with an effort. 
 
 "Left off? Oh, say! that's too good! You leave 
 off!" 
 
 A bit of color came to Rattleton's face, and he gave 
 Ditson a look that was not exactly pleasant; but Roll 
 was too occupied with his merriment to observe it. 
 
 Frank was studying Ditson. He watched the fel- 
 low's every movement and expression. 
 
 Roll knew it was useless to offer cigarettes to Mer- 
 riwell or Jones, so he selected one from the package, 
 kneaded it daintily, pulled a little tobacco from the ends, 
 moistened the paper with his lips, and then lighted it 
 with a wax match. 
 
 "Say, Harry, old man, I pity you," he said, with a 
 taunting laugh, looking at Harry. "I've tried it It's 
 no use. You'll break over before two days are up 
 yes, before one day is up. It's no use." 
 
 Rattleton bit his lips. 
 
 "Why, you are dying for a whiff now!" chuckled 
 Ditson. "I know you are. I got along a whole day, 
 but it was a day of the most intense torture." 
 
 "There may be others with more stamina than you. 
 Ditson," snapped Rattleton. "Just because you 
 couldn't leave off a bad habit, it's no sign that nobody 
 can." 
 
 "Oh, I suppose not But what's the use? Don't
 
 Who is the Traitor ? 225 
 
 get hot, old man. You ought to know my way by 
 this time." 
 
 "I do." 
 
 "What is it that you came to tell me?" asked Frani 
 
 "Eh ? Oh, about the sophs. Those fellows seem t 
 know more about our crew than I do." 
 
 "What do they know ?" 
 
 "Why, they know our men are using English oars, 
 have adopted a new stroke, and have done several other 
 things. Now, those are matters on which I was not 
 informed myself." 
 
 "How do you know the sophs know so much ?" 
 
 "I've just come from Morey's. Went in there with 
 Cressy. Fine fellow, he is. While I was in there 
 Browning and his crowd wandered in. They were 
 drinking ale and discussing the race. I heard what 
 they were saying. Couldn't help hearing, you know. 
 They were talking about our crew and the new meth- 
 ods you had introduced. It was mighty interesting 
 to me, as I didn't know about those new methods my- 
 self." 
 
 "How innocent !" muttered Jones. 
 
 Ditson elevated his eyebrows. 
 
 "What's that?" he demanded. "Why shouldn't 1 
 be innocent? I am not on the crew, and the men are 
 training and practicing secretly. I have had no way 
 of finding out what they were doing/'
 
 224 Who is the Traitor ? 
 
 "But some sneak has !" cried Rattleton, fiercely, "and 
 he's been and blowed all he found out !" 
 
 "Unless somebody on the crew has done the blow- 
 ing," suggested Roll, exhaling a great puff of smoke. 
 "That is barely possible, you understand." 
 
 "Possible ! No !" cried Frank. "There's not a man 
 on the crew who would do such a thing !" 
 
 "Oh, well, I suppose you know. But I understand 
 there are two who are kept in form as substitutes. One 
 of them thinks he should be on the crew. He is rather 
 jealous of somebody who fills his place. He might be 
 the one who has talked too much." 
 
 "You don't mean " 
 
 "Rattleton ought to be able to guess who I mean," 
 craftily said Ditson as he arose. "I'm not calling 
 names, for I don't know anything certain. If I had 
 proof but I haven't. Never mind. You ought to 
 know enough to watch a certain fellow who thinks his 
 place is filled by a person not his equal. He says there 
 is favoritism in the matter. I rather think I have 
 spoken plainly enough. Wish you success, Merry, old 
 r.an. Evening, fellows." 
 
 Ditson departed. 
 
 Our hero, Rattleton and Jones sat and looked at 
 each other in grim silence for several minutes. 
 
 "Well?"
 
 Who is the Traitor? 225 
 
 Frank broke the spell, looking keenly at Jones as he 
 Spoke. 
 
 "I dunno," mumbled Dismal, falling into the man- 
 ner of speaking that had been habitual with him from 
 his childhood. "I dunno hanged if I do!" 
 
 "You thought you knew when you came in, my 
 boy." 
 
 "That's right; but I dunno but I was off my trolley. 
 And still " 
 
 "Still what?" 
 
 "I don't like the man I suspected, but I never 
 thought the fellow shrewd enough to play a double 
 game." 
 
 "Perhaps it is because you do not like him that you 
 suspected him." 
 
 "Oh, it may be it may be And I don't suppose 
 that is a square deal. I didn't have absolute proof." 
 
 "You were going to name him when Ditson came 
 in." 
 
 "I was, but I will not call any names now. I pro- 
 pose to look into this matter somewhat. Likely it's 
 too late to prevent the traitor from completing the 
 damage, but he can be exposed. It will be some satis- 
 faction to see him held up to public scorn." 
 
 "That is true, Dismal, and I want you to do your 
 best to find out who the man is. Make a sure thing 
 of it. Get positive proof, if possible."
 
 226 Who is the Traitor ? 
 
 "Whoever he is his sin is sure to find him out." 
 
 There were footsteps on the stairs and the sound 
 of laughing voices. The door burst open and several 
 freshmen came trooping in, as if they felt quite at home 
 there. Lucy Little was at their head, and his face 
 showed excitement. 
 
 "I say, Merriwell I" he cried, "are you out for a little 
 sport to-night?" 
 
 "That depends on what sort of sport it is." 
 
 " 'Sh !" said Little, mysteriously. "Close the door, 
 uncle." 
 
 A fellow by the name of Silas Blossom, who was 
 familiarly called "uncle," obeyed. 
 
 Little looked at Rattleton and then stared hard at 
 Jones, who had the face of a parson. 
 
 "I don't know about you," he said, "but I think you 
 are all right. Even if you have scruples I don't be- 
 lieve you will blow." 
 
 "Very kind !" grunted Dismal. 
 
 "The rest of the gang is all right," said Little. 
 
 "Then give us your scheme," spluttered Harry, 
 whose curiosity was thoroughly aroused. "Don't bush 
 around the beat I mean beat around the bush." 
 
 "What do you fellows say to a turkey chase?" 
 asked Little. 
 
 "A turkey chase?" 
 
 "Yes. Out around West Rock way. There are
 
 Who is the Traitor? 227 
 
 plenty of old farmers who have good fat turkeys out 
 that way. It is a good cool night, and we can capture 
 two turkeys without trouble. Then we'll take 'em in 
 here and have a roast. Are you wid us ?" 
 
 "Those who are not wid us are agin' us!" fiercely 
 declared Bandy Robinson. 
 
 "And that is dead right, me b'hoys," nodded Arthur 
 Street, who was known at Yale as Easy Street, on ac- 
 count of his free-and-easy way. 
 
 Merriwell hesitated. He was in for any kind of 
 honest sport, but he did not quite fancy the idea of 
 stealing turkeys. 
 
 "Why don't we buy our turkeys at the markets?" 
 he asked. 
 
 The other lads stared at him in astonishment. 
 
 "Buy them!" they shouted. "Say, are you dafty, 
 man? Where would the fun come in? You know 
 better than to propose such a thing." 
 
 "Stolen fruit is ever the sweetest," quoth Uncle 
 Blossom. "It's not many fellows we would take into 
 such a scheme, but you were just the man we wanted, 
 Merriwell. If we bought a turkey we wouldn't have 
 any appetite for it. Now, the run out into the country 
 and back will give us an appetite. One fellow will 
 have to stay here and get the fire ready, while the rest 
 of us chase turks. Come on, man it's what you need 
 to start your blood circulating."
 
 228 Who is the Traitor? 
 
 Merriwell seemed to suddenly make up his mind. 
 
 "I am with you," he said as he arose. "Who stays 
 and looks after the fire? We don't want anybody 
 along that can't run." 
 
 "Well, I'm no sprinter," confessed Dismal. "I'd 
 like to go along, but I'm afraid I'd peg out. I'll have 
 things ready when you show up. But what time will 
 you be back?" 
 
 Frank looked at his watch and then made a mental 
 calculation. 
 
 "It will be about eleven," he said. 
 
 "All right." 
 
 "Say, Jones," said Street, "just go down to Billy's 
 and get a few bottles of beer. We'll need it to wash 
 the turk down." 
 
 "And cigars," cried Blossom. "Don't forget cigars. 
 What would a turkey feast be without a smoke after- 
 ward ?" 
 
 Matters were soon arranged, and it was not long be- 
 fore five freshmen left Mrs. Harrington's "quiet house" 
 for freshmen, and started along York Street at a brisk, 
 steady jog. 
 
 Merriwell took the lead, and the others came after 
 him at regular distances. The night air was rathe- 
 sharp, and there was a bright moon. 
 
 Along the streets of New Haven the five freshmen
 
 Who is the Traitor? 229 
 
 ran, and those who observed them supposed they were 
 some crew in training. 
 
 Merriwell set a moderate pace, for he knew it was 
 likely they would need all their wind on the return. 
 There was no telling what sort of a scrape they might 
 get into. 
 
 Rattleton was behind, taking things as easy as pos- 
 sible. He filled his lungs with the crisp, clear air, 
 and it made him feel like a young race horse, but he 
 held himself in check. 
 
 Street actually loafed along, although he managed 
 to keep his place. 
 
 "If one of us is caught, he'll be like the gangplank 
 of a steamer," called Harry as they left the main part 
 of the city and entered the suburbs. 
 
 "How's that?" asked Blossom. 
 
 "Pulled in;" chirped Rattleton. "Don't stop to 
 throw anything this way. Keep right on." 
 
 "They say Browning was caught swiping turks in 
 his freshman year," said Lewis, "and it cost his old 
 man a round sum to settle and keep the thing quiet, so 
 Bruce wouldn't be expelled. Dad Browning has got 
 money to burn." 
 
 "Well, his son's a good match for him," Merriwell 
 tossed over his shoulder. 
 
 "A good match for him ! Oh, say !" gasped Robin- 
 son, exhibiting signs of sudden weakness.
 
 230 Who is the Traitor? 
 
 Away they went, laughing and jesting, finally leav- 
 ing the city behind and getting out into the country. 
 Up hill and down dale they steadily jogged, covering 
 mile after mile in a rather surprising manner. 
 
 At length Merriwell called a halt, and they held a 
 council of war. Blossom said he knew where they 
 were certain to find turkeys, and so they gave him the 
 lead. He confessed that there was a chance of getting 
 into trouble, as the owner of the turkeys had been 
 robbed before, and he might be on the watch. That 
 simply added zest to the adventure, and there was not 
 one of the party who would have consented to look 
 elsewhere for their turkeys. 
 
 They finally came in sight of a farmhouse that sat 
 on the side of a hill. Near the house was a stable 
 and sheds. A large orchard lay back of the sheds. 
 
 "There," said Blossom. "That is where old Bald- 
 win lives, and his turks are in one of those sheds." 
 
 "Crumping jickets I mean jumping crickets!" ex- 
 claimed Harry. "How bright the moon shines ! If 
 he's on the watch we can't get anywhere near those 
 sheds without being seen." 
 
 The boys began to realize that they were engaged in 
 a decidedly perilous adventure. If one of them should 
 be caught it would mean almost certain expulsion from 
 college, besides a heavy fine if the case were carried 
 to court.
 
 Who is the Traitor? 231 
 
 "We'll have to approach by way of the orchard," 
 said Frank. "Does Baldwin keep a dog?" 
 
 "Sure a big half-blood bull." 
 
 "That's nice. We are liable to find plenty of fun 
 here. Every man must provide himself with a stout 
 and heavy club to use on that dog in case of emergency. 
 That is important. The lights are out, and it looks 
 as if the farmer and his family were sleeping soundly, 
 but, as Jones says, appearances are sometimes deceptive. 
 We'll have to take our chances. Three of us will go 
 through the orchard. The other two must get near 
 the house in front and be ready to create a diversion in 
 case we are discovered. Harry, you and Bandy take 
 the front. You are both good runners. If Mr. Bald- 
 win and his dog get after us, attract his attention in 
 some manner." 
 
 "And get him after us?" 
 
 "That's the idea." 
 
 "Jupiter ! I wish I had brought a gun for that dog ! 
 Bandy, you are liable to have to use those crooked 
 legs of yours in a decidedly lively manner before the 
 night is over." 
 
 When everything was arranged Harry and Bandy 
 advanced along the road, going forward slowly, while 
 Frank, Blossom and Little made a detour and came 
 into the orchard. 
 
 The hearts of the boys were in their throats, and still
 
 232 Who is the Traitor? 
 
 there was something about the adventure that filled 
 them with the keenest delight. 
 
 Each one had secured a club, and they were read" 
 to give the dog a warm reception if he came for them. 
 
 Little watched beneath a tree, while Merriwell and 
 Blossom slipped up to one of the sheds which had a 
 favorable look. 
 
 In the meantime Rattleton and Robinson had got 
 near the front of the house and were hiding in a ditch, 
 waiting and listening. 
 
 "I am surprised that Merriwell should agree to take 
 a hand in this," whispered Harry. "He is a queer 
 chap has scruples about doing certain things. I 
 thought he would object to hooking out a turk." 
 
 "Oh, such a thing as this isn't really stealing," pro- 
 tested Robinson. "It is different." 
 
 "In our minds, but not in the mind of Farmer Bald- 
 win, by a long shot. If we're caught it will be called 
 stealing." 
 
 "Oh, well, a fellow who won't do anything like this 
 is too good for this world. He's got wings sprout- 
 ing." 
 
 "You know well enough that Merriwell is no softie.' 
 returned Harry, rather warmly. "He's proved that. 
 Any man has a right to his ideas, and if he thinks . 
 thing wrong he's justified in refusing to have any- 
 thing to do with it."
 
 Who is the Traitor? 233 
 
 "Perhaps so; but Merriwell is right on the limit 
 now." 
 
 "How?" 
 
 "He will not drink, he does not smoke, and I never 
 have heard him cuss." 
 
 "Does it make a fellow a man to drink and smoke 
 and swear? I tell you you'll go a long distance be- 
 fore you find a fellow who is any more of a man than 
 Frank Merriwell. I was dead lucky when I got him 
 for a roommate." 
 
 "You're stuck on him. I say he is all right, bul 
 he is on the limit. I believe the fellows would like 
 him better if he would break over once in a while." 
 
 "I doubt it But it is awful still around here. 1 
 wonder where that dog can be? It would be a sur- 
 prise if the fellows got away with the turks without 
 making any noise at " 
 
 There was a sudden hubbub, a terrible squalling and 
 squawking, the barking of a dog, and the report of a 
 gun!
 
 CHAPTER XX. 
 
 A HOT CHASE. 
 
 "My stars!" gasped Harry. "There's trouble, sure 
 enough !" 
 
 "I should remark!" palpitated Robinson. 'Til bet 
 a dollar one of the fellows is full of shot!" 
 
 "And somebody is in danger of being full of teeth 
 directly. Come, this is our time to create a diversion." 
 
 Then Harry let himself out. He whooped like a 
 wild Indian and pranced right up toward the house. 
 Robinson followed the good example, but they did not 
 seem very successful in attracting attention to them- 
 selves. 
 
 Two dark figures were seen scudding through the 
 orchard, and then a man came out of the house, slam- 
 ming the door and shouting: 
 
 "Sick 'em, Tige sick the pesky rascals! Chaw 
 'em up! Don't let 'em git erway! Take 'em, dorg!" 
 
 The dog was doing his duty in the vicinity of one 
 of the sheds, but his barking suddenly turned to 
 howls of pain, and several blows were distinctly heard. 
 
 Despite the two yelling and dancing lads in the
 
 A Hot Chase. 235 
 
 road, the old farmer made for the shed, and it was 
 seen that he had a gun in his hands. 
 
 "He's going to shoot somebody!" cried Harry, 
 wildly. "We must hake a tand er take a hand in 
 this ! Come on !" 
 
 With all the speed he could command Rattleton 
 dashed after the farmer. The barking of the dog had 
 suddenly ceased, and a third dark figure was seen 
 scudding through the orchard. 
 
 "Stop, you pesky thief!" yelled the farmer. "If you 
 don't stop I'll shoot! I'll fire ye full of lead!" 
 
 Then he halted and raised his gun to his shoulder. 
 He was quite unaware that Harry was now quite close 
 upon him. 
 
 When Rattleton saw the man raise the gun he swung 
 back the hand that held the heavy stick. With all his 
 strength he hurled the stick at the farmer. 
 
 Whiz ! It sped through the air and struck the man 
 fairly between the shoulders. At the same instant the 
 gun spoke, but the farmer went down in a heap, and 
 his aim was spoiled. 
 
 "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 gttn, and fled onward.
 
 236 A Hot Chase. 
 
 "Hey! hey!" cried the man, as he scrambled to his 
 feet. "Consarnyou! Drop that gun ! Bring it back !" 
 
 "Come get it !" invited Harry, with a defiant laugh. 
 
 The farmer started after the boy, who led him a 
 merry chase across the fields and over the fences. 
 Harry kept just far enough ahead to lure the panting 
 man on. 
 
 "If I ever git my hands on ye you'll go to jail !" 
 declared the farmer. "I'll learn you pesky rascals a 
 lesson !" 
 
 "Teach not learn, uncle," Harry flung back. "You 
 should be more careful about your grammar." 
 
 "I believe you are one of them consarned student 
 fellers." 
 
 "You are a wonderful guesser." 
 
 "If I can't ketch ye I'll report ye." 
 
 When he had lead the man far enough so that he 
 was sure the other fellows had plenty of start, Harry 
 tossed aside the gun, which was an old muzzle-loading, 
 single-barreled affair. 
 
 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
 
 A Hot Chase. 237 
 
 selected the biggest old gobbler of them all. But the 
 gobbler was a hard customer and he showed fight, 
 whereupon there was a general squawking and squall- 
 ing. 
 
 Clinging to his capture, Frank made a dash for the 
 door. He tripped and fell, and it is certain that by 
 falling he saved himself from carrying off a charge 
 of shot, if not from death. He had tripped over a 
 rope that connected with a spring gun, which was dis- 
 charged, and some of the shot tore through his coat 
 sleeve. 
 
 Then he heard the dog, and he knew he was in for 
 a hot time. He gave the old gobbler's neck a fierce 
 wring, then dropped the turkey just in time to meet 
 the dog. 
 
 The creature sprang for Frank's throat, and the 
 boy struck him with the club which he had brougnt 
 along. The dog dropped to the ground, but imme- 
 diately made another dash. Frank was fortunate in 
 getting in a lick that stretched the animal quivering on 
 the ground. 
 
 He could hear Rattleton and Robinson whooping 
 wildly, but he knew no time was to be lost in getting 
 away, so he caugh up the gobbler and ran. 
 
 Frank heard the farmer calling for him to stop, but, 
 with Mr. Gobbler dangling on his back, he fled the 
 faster.
 
 2}8 A Hot Chase. 
 
 The gun spoke, but he was not touched, and he did 
 not stop to look around, so he did not know how Harry 
 had saved him. 
 
 Three-quarters of an hour later the five fellows who 
 had started out on the turkey chase met on the outskirts 
 of New Haven. They came up one at a time, Rattle- 
 ton being the last to appear. There was a general feel- 
 ing of relief when it was found that all were there safe 
 and sound. 
 
 It was decided that they should go into the city one 
 at a time, taking different routes. Frank believed he 
 could reach the house without being stopped, although 
 it would be no very easy job. 
 
 He was remarkably successful until he was on York 
 Street and close to Mrs. Harrington's. The street 
 seemed clear, and he wondered where all the fellows 
 could be, when of a sudden a tall form in dark clothes 
 stepped right out before him. He gave a gasp, for at 
 a glance he seemed to recognize one of the professors. 
 
 "Young man," sternly said a familiar voice, "what 
 have you there?" 
 
 "It's Professor Grant!" thought Frank, aghast. 
 
 The professor blocked his way. What could he do? 
 
 Quick as a flash he swung the gobbler around and 
 struck his challenger a smashing blow with it, knock- 
 ing him sprawling.
 
 A Hot Chase. 239 
 
 Then he took to his heels, still holding fast to his 
 capture. 
 
 In a moment he heard the sound of feet in pursuit, 
 and he knew the outraged professor was after him. 
 
 Frank's heart was in his mouth, and he felt scared 
 for the first time that night He was certain it would 
 mean expulsion to be caught. 
 
 For all of the running he had done that night, he fled 
 like a frightened deer, occasionally glancing over his 
 shoulder. He had never dreamed that Professor Grant 
 was a sprinter, but the man was running at great speed 
 seemed to be gaining. 
 
 "Stop, sir !" cried the pursuer. "I tell you to stop !" 
 
 "Not much!" thought Frank. "I won't stop! If 
 you catch me your wind is better than I think it is." 
 
 He did not dare go into his house, so he dashed 
 past, cut into another street, turned corner after cor- 
 ner, and still he found himself pursued. It seemed 
 marvelous that Professor Grant could keep up such a 
 pace. 
 
 Finally the pursuer called: 
 
 "Merriwell, is that you ?" 
 
 No answer. 
 
 "I know you," declared the pursuer, and now Frank 
 perceived that that voice did not sound like Professor 
 Grant. "You are a crackajack runner. I wanted to
 
 240 A Hot Chase. 
 
 give you a try to see what you could do. I'll see you 
 to-morrow. Good-night." 
 
 The pursuer gave up the chase, 
 
 "As I live, I believe it was Pierson, manager of the 
 ball team !" muttered Frank when he was sure it was 
 no trick and he was no longer followed. "He looks 
 something like Professor Grant, and he is a great 
 mimic. That's just who it was." 
 
 A short time later he was in his room, where a jovial 
 party of freshmen was gathered.
 
 CHAPTER XXI. 
 
 ROAST TURKEY. 
 
 Frank's appearance, with the turkey still in his pos- 
 session, was hailed with shouts of delight. 
 
 "We didn't know as you would get in," said Jones. 
 "I invited some more of the fellows up here, as you see, 
 and we found out that some of the sophs seemed to 
 know something unusual was going on." 
 
 "That's right," nodded Rattleton. "They were lay- 
 ing for us. Two of them stopped me when I reached 
 York Street. They told me to give up what I had, but 
 I didn't have anything to give up, so they let me go." 
 
 Then Frank told of his adventure with a person who 
 looked like Professor Grant. 
 
 "That's it!" cried Little. "That was their game! 
 They were after our turkey." 
 
 "But how did they know we were after turkey?" 
 asked Robinson. 
 
 "They must have been told by somebody," said 
 Street. 
 
 "And that means we have a tattler among us," de- 
 clared Burnham Putnam Old Put looking keenly 
 around.
 
 242 Roast Turkey. 
 
 The boys looked at each other suspiciously, wonder- 
 ing if there was one of the number who would carry 
 to the sophs. 
 
 To Frank's surprise he saw that Walter Gordon 
 was there. Jack Diamond was also present. 
 
 Frank found an opportunity to get close to Dismal 
 and whisper in his ear : 
 
 "Great Caesar, old man ! why did you invite Gordon 
 here?" 
 
 "I did not." 
 
 "Then how does he happen to be here? He didn't 
 come without an invitation, I am sure of that." 
 
 "He was in Billy's when I asked Put to come up. 
 I knew you would like to have Put here." 
 
 "That's all right." 
 
 "Well, Put asked Gordon to come along before I 
 could prevent it. Of course I didn't have the crust to 
 make any objection after that." 
 
 "I should say not! It's ail right, but you want to 
 remember that the sophs found out something was 
 going on. Did Gordon come right along with you?" 
 
 "No. He said he'd have to go to his room, but he 
 showed up a few minutes after we arrived here." 
 
 "Lots of mischief can be done in a few minutes. 
 Did he know just what was going on here?" 
 
 "Well, he knew somebody had gone out into the 
 country to swipe something for a feast."
 
 Roast Turkey. 243 
 
 "And it is pretty plain that the sophs became aware 
 of the same fact. Here is food for reflection, Dismal." 
 
 "You are right." 
 
 The foragers told of their adventures in capturing 
 the turkey, and there was a great deal of laughter over 
 it. Merriwell showed how near he came to getting 
 shot, and it was universally agreed that he was remark- 
 ably lucky. 
 
 Harry told how he had bowled the old farmer over 
 just as the man was about to shoot at Frank, and then 
 he convulsed them with laughter by relating the cap- 
 ture of the gun and the chase he had led the hayseed. 
 
 Robinson said he thought Harry was crazy when 
 he rushed after the farmer in the way he did. 
 
 "I couldn't understand what sort of a game he was 
 up to," said Bandy, "and I didn't feel like following 
 him into the jaws of the lion, so I held aloof. I saw 
 him fling his club at the old duffer and saw it knock 
 him down. Then, when I was sure Harry was all 
 right, I legged it." 
 
 "Farmer Baldwin's dog will have a sore head in the 
 morning," smiled Frank. "The last crack I gave him 
 stretched him quivering on the ground. Hope it didn't 
 kill the brute." 
 
 "Hope it didn't?" shouted Little. "I hope it did!" 
 
 "But I don't want to pay for his old dog." 
 
 "Pay for it ! Are you dopy, daft, or what's the mat-
 
 244 Roast Turkey. 
 
 ter with you? Why, that man had a spring gun set, 
 and it would have filled you full of shot if you hadn't 
 tripped !" 
 
 "He had a right to set a spring gun in his own 
 shed to protect his turkey roost from marauders." 
 
 The boys stared at Frank in amazement. 
 
 "Say, Merriwell," said Uncle Blossom, gravely, 
 "you're an enigma. Great poker ! The idea of calling 
 us marauders !" 
 
 "What else were we?" 
 
 "Boys, it is our duty to take him out and hold hirr 
 under the hose !" 
 
 "Gentlemen," said Jack Diamond, who was present, 
 "you will have a real lively time if you try to do it. 
 I fully agree with Mr. Merriwell that the farmer had a 
 right to protect his property." 
 
 "Whe-e-ew!" whistled several lads, and then they 
 .all cried together: "Goodness, how the wind blows!" 
 
 The boys had come to understand in a measure 
 Diamond's chivalric nature and sentiments, and it did 
 not seem strange that he should see something improper 
 in stealing turkeys from a farmer; but it did appear 
 rather remarkable that Merriwell should maintain such 
 an idea after he had taken a hand in the game. 
 
 "It must be that you chaps intend to become parsons 
 after you leave college," said Walter Gordon, rather 
 derisively.
 
 Roast Turkey. 245 
 
 "And Merriwell would pay for the dog if he killed 
 tfie beast!" exclaimed Uncle Blossom. "How about 
 the turkey? I should have thought you'd paid for 
 that." 
 
 "I did." 
 
 "What!" 
 
 That word was a roar, and it seemed to leap from 
 the lips of every lad in the room, with the exception of 
 Diamond and Merriwell. The boys were all on their 
 feet, and they stared at Frank with bulging eyes, as 
 if they beheld a great curiosity. 
 
 Merriwell simply smiled. He was quite cool and 
 unruffled. 
 
 "You you paid for the turkey!" gasped Lucy 
 Little, as if it cost him a mighty effort to get the words 
 out. 
 
 "Exactly," bowed Frank. 
 
 "How? When? Where?" 
 
 I pinned a five-dollar bill to the roost before I laid 
 violent hands on the old gobbler. Baldwin will find 
 :t there in the morning." 
 
 "Water !" panted Robinson as he flopped down on a 
 chair. "I think I am going to faint !" 
 
 "Oh, think of the beautiful beers that V would have 
 paid for!" sighed Robinson, with a doleful shake of 
 his head. 
 
 "This is a disgrace on the famous class of 'Umpty- 
 
 vi
 
 246 Roast Turkey. 
 
 eight I" shouted Lewis Little. "We can never wipe it 
 out!" 
 
 "I fear not," said Easy Street. "It is really awful !" 
 
 "And to think M err i well should have done it It 
 would have served him right if that spring gun had 
 rilled him with shot!" 
 
 "Excuse these few tears!" exclaimed Blossom, who 
 had secretly opened a bottle of beer and saturated his 
 Handkerchief with the contents. 
 
 He now proceeded to wring the handkerchief in a 
 highly dramatic manner. 
 
 "Go ahead," laughed Frank. "Have all the sport 
 you like over it, but I feel easy in my mind." 
 
 Some one proposed not to eat the turkey at all, but 
 there was a dissenting shout at that Then the bird 
 was taken down into the cellar by three of them and 
 stripped of its feathers. A pan and necessary dishes 
 had been borrowed of Mrs. Harrington, and there was 
 a roaring hard-wood fire in the open grate. 
 
 Harry officiated as cook, and set about his duties in 
 a manner that showed he was not a novice, while the ; 
 other lads looked on with great interest, telling stories 
 and cracking jokes. 
 
 Merriwell offered to bet Robinson that woman was 
 created before man, but Bandy was shy, scenting a sell. 
 However, Frank kept at him, finally offering to let
 
 Roast Turkey. 247 
 
 Robinson himself decide. At length Robinson "bit," 
 and a small wager was made. 
 
 "Now," cried Bandy, "go ahead and prove that 
 woman was made before man. You can't do it." 
 
 "That's dead easy," smiled Frank. "I know you 
 will readily acknowledge that Eve was the first maid." 
 
 "No, I'll be hanged if " 
 
 Then Robinson stopped short, for he saw the point, 
 and the others were laughing heartily and applauding. 
 
 "The first maid!" he muttered. "Oh, thunder! 
 What a soft thing I am ! You have won, Merriwell." 
 
 The turkey began to give out a most delicious odor, 
 and the boys snuffed the air with the keenest delight. 
 How hungry they were! How jolly everything 
 seemed ! There was not one of the party who did not 
 feel very grateful to think he was living that night. 
 
 At last the turkey was done. Harry pronounced it 
 done, and it was certainly browned and basted in beau- 
 tiful style. It was a monster, but there would be none 
 too much for that famished crowd. 
 
 Frank and Blossom assisted Harry in serving. 
 There were not enough plates for all, but that did not 
 matter. They managed to get along all right. Some 
 were forced to drink their beer out of the bottle, but 
 nobody murmured. 
 
 The turkey was white and tender, and it was cer- 
 tainly very well cooked. It had a most delicious flavor.
 
 248 Roast Turkey. 
 
 And how good the beer was with it ! How those fel- 
 lows jollied Merriwell because he would not even taste 
 the beer. And still they secretly admired him for it. 
 He had the nerve to say no and stick to it, which they 
 could not help admiring. 
 
 When the turkey was all gone cigars were passed, 
 and nearly every one "fired up." Then Harry and 
 Frank got out a banjo and mandolin and gave the party 
 some lively music. It was long after two o'clock, but 
 who cared for that ? Nobody thought of the hour. If 
 Mrs. Harrington complained in the morning, she must 
 be pacified with a peace offering. 
 
 They sang "Old Man Moses/' "Solomon Levi," 
 "Bingo," and a dozen more. There were some fine 
 voices among them. Finally a quartet was formed, 
 consisting of Merriwell, Rattleton, Diamond and Blos- 
 som. It positively was a treat to hear them sing 
 "Good-by, My Little Lady." 
 
 "The boats are pushing from the shore, 
 
 Good-by, my little lady ! 
 With brawny arm and trusty oar, 
 
 Each man is up and ready; 
 I see our colors dancing 
 Where sunlit waves are glancing; 
 A fond adieu I'll say to you, 
 My lady true and fair. 
 
 "Good-by, good-by, my lady sweet! 
 
 Good-by, my little lady! 
 Good-by, good-by, again we'll meet, 
 So here's farewell, my lady!"
 
 Roast Turkey. 249 
 
 Oh, those old college songs ! How they linger in the 
 memory ! How the sound of them in after years stirs 
 the blood and quickens the pulse ! And never can other 
 songs seem half so beautiful as those I 
 
 It was after two when the party broke up, but it 
 was a night long to be remembered.
 
 CHAPTER XXII. 
 
 A SURPRISE FOR FRANK. 
 
 On the following morning Merriwell arose with a 
 headache. 
 
 "The smoke was too much for me last night," he 
 said. "It was thick enough to chop in this room." 
 
 "And you don't know how I wanted to have a whiff 
 with the fellows," said Harry, dolefully. "It was 
 awful to see them enjoying cigars and cigarettes and 
 not touch one myself!" 
 
 "But you didn't," smiled Frank. "Good boy! Stick 
 to that just as long as you wish to keep a place in ath- 
 letics." 
 
 "I don't know which is the worst, smoking or mid- 
 night suppers." 
 
 "Midnight suppers are bad things, and you will ob- 
 serve that I seldom indulge in them. If I was on one 
 of the regular teams I could not indulge at all. I'll not 
 have any part in another affair like that of last night 
 till after the race. From now till it is over I am going 
 to live right." 
 
 "Well, I'll do my best to stick with you. If you see 
 me up to anything improper, just call me down."
 
 A Surprise for Frank. 251 
 
 "Agreed." 
 
 There was no time for a cold bath before chapel, al- 
 though Frank would have given something to indulge 
 in one. As it was, he dipped his head in cold water, 
 opened the window wide, and filled his lungs with fresh 
 air, then hustled into his clothes and rushed away, with 
 the chapel bell clanging and his temples still throbbing. 
 
 The whole forenoon was a drag, but he managed to 
 get through the recitations fairly well. Over and over 
 he promised himself that he would not indulge in an- 
 other midnight feast until the time came when such 
 dissipation was not likely to do him any particular 
 harm physically. 
 
 At noon as he was crossing the campus he was as- 
 tonished to see Paul Pierson, a junior and the man- 
 ager of the regular ball team, stop and bow. Unless 
 it was Pierson who had pursued him on the previous 
 night, Frank had never spoken a word to the fellow in 
 his life. And this public recognition of a freshman 
 on the campus by a man like Pierson was almost unpre- 
 cedented. 
 
 "Ah, Mr. Merriwell, I would like to speak with 
 you," said Pierson in a manner that was not exactly 
 unfriendly. 
 
 Frank remembered that the fellow who chased him 
 the night before had promised to see him again, but 
 he had thought at the time that the man did not mean
 
 252 A Surprise for Frank. 
 
 v :t. Now he wondered what in the world Pierson could 
 A'ant. 
 
 "Yes, sir," said Merriwell, stopping and bowing re- 
 spectfully. 
 
 "I understand that you are something of a sprinter," 
 said Pierson as he surveyed the freshman critically. 
 "A ah friend of mine told me so." 
 
 "Well, I don't know, but I believe I can run fairly 
 well," replied Frank, with an air of modesty. 
 
 "My friend is a very good judge of runners, and he 
 says you're all right. In doing so he settled a point 
 in my mind. I have been watching your ball playing 
 4 n practice this fall, and I have arrived at the conclu- 
 sion that you have good stuff in you if you do not get 
 the swelled head. Young man, the swelled head is one 
 of the worst things with which a youth can be afflicted. 
 When he gets it for fair it is likely to be his ruin." 
 
 Pierson addressed Frank as if he were a father 
 speaking to a boy. Frank felt that the junior was pat- 
 ronizing to a certain extent, but the fellow's manner of 
 stopping him on the campus was so remarkable that it 
 more than overbalanced his air of superiority. 
 
 Wondering what Pierson could be driving at, Frank 
 kept silent and listened. 
 
 "Now, I have a fancy," said the baseball magnate, 
 "that you are rather level headed. Still, the best of
 
 A Surprise for Frank. 253 
 
 them get it sometimes, and that is why I am warning 
 you." 
 
 Pierson spoke deliberately, still looking hard at the 
 ireshman, who waited quietly. 
 
 "He'll come to the point if he is given time," thought 
 Frank. 
 
 "I have seen you pitch," said Pierson, "and I have 
 watched your delivery and your curves. You are very 
 good. More than that, you bat properly and your 
 judgment is excellent." 
 
 He paused again, as if to note what impression this 
 praise made upon the other. Frank felt his cheeks 
 grow warm, but his voice was perfectly steady as he 
 said: 
 
 "Thank you, sir." 
 
 "I did not know just what you would do when it 
 came to running till my friend saw you run," Pierson 
 went on. "He says you are all right. Now, if you 
 will look out for yourself and keep yourself in condi- 
 tion, it is quite possible that you may be given a trial on 
 the regular ball team in the spring." 
 
 Frank felt his heart give a great jump. On the 
 regular team! Why, he had not dreamed of getting 
 there the very first season. Was Pierson giving him 
 a jolly ? 
 
 "Are you serious, sir ?" he asked.
 
 254 A Surprise for Frank. 
 
 "Most certainly, Mr. Merriwell," answered the 
 junior. "I can assure you that you stand an excellent 
 chance of having a trial. What the result of the trial 
 is will depend entirely upon yourself." 
 
 "What position, Mr. Pierson?" 
 
 "Well, there is but one position that is not well filled. 
 We've got men to burn for every other place. If you 
 are tried at all, it will be in the box. Heffiner is the 
 only man we have, and he can't do all the work. There 
 will come times when he will be out of condition." 
 
 To pitch on the regular ball team ! To be given an 
 opportunity when the great Heffiner proved out of con- 
 dition! That was glory indeed. No wonder Frank 
 Merriwell tingled with excitement in every part of his 
 body ; but it was a wonder that he appeared so cool and 
 self contained. 
 
 Pierson was surprised by the freshman's manner, 
 for he had expected Frank to show excitement and de- 
 light. 
 
 "What sort of a fellow is this ?" he thought. "Does 
 he really understand me, or is he a little thick?" 
 
 Then he saw by Frank's fine and highly sensitive face 
 that he could not be thick, and he began to perceive 
 that the freshman had nerve. That was one of the 
 great requirements for a successful pitcher.
 
 A Surprise for Frank. 255 
 
 "I have spoken of this to you, Mr. Merriwell, so you 
 may be keeping yourself in condition through the win- 
 ter, as you will then stand all the better show of mak- 
 ing a favorable impression when you are given a trial." 
 
 "Thank you, sir." 
 
 "If I were in your place I would not make any talk 
 about it, for something may happen that you will not 
 be given a trial, in which case it would be very humili- 
 ating if you had publicly stated that you were to have a 
 show." 
 
 "You may be sure I will say nothing about it, Mr- 
 Pierson." 
 
 "That is all Good-day, sir." 
 
 "Good-day, sir." 
 
 Pierson passed on, quite aware that a number of 
 students were regarding him with the utmost amaze- 
 ment, plainly wondering that he should have stopped to 
 talk with a freshman on the campus. 
 
 Walter Gordon had seen the two speaking together, 
 and he hastened to call the attention of some friends 
 to it. 
 
 "Look there!" he cried. "As I live, Merriwell is 
 talking with Pierson! What'll you bet the fellow's 
 not making a try to get on the regular ball team ? Ha ! 
 ha! ha! He's got crust enough for it."
 
 2^6 A Surprise for Frank. 
 
 "And I am not sure he hasn't the ability for it," said 
 Easy Street. 
 
 "Oh, rats !" snapped Walter. "He'd go to pieces in 
 the first inning. He'll never make a pitcher in his 
 ife." 
 
 "There are others," murmured Lucy Little.
 
 CHAPTER XXIII. 
 
 THE YALE SPIRIT. 
 
 Frank went to his room with his head in a whirl. 
 He had dreamed of working hard to secure a place on 
 the freshman team, but he had not dreamed there was 
 a possibility that he would be given a trial in the regu- 
 lar Yale nine during his first year in college. 
 
 Merriwell knew well enough that Phillips men were 
 given the preference in everything at Yale as a rule, 
 for they "had friends to pull them through, while the 
 fellows who had been prepared by private tutors lacked 
 such an Advantage. 
 
 But Frank had likewise discovered that in most 
 cases a man was judged fairly at Yale, and he could 
 become whatever he chose to make himself, in case he 
 had the ability. 
 
 The Phillips man might have the advantage at the 
 start, but he could not hold the advantage unless he 
 proved himself worthy. If the unknown student had 
 nerve and determination he could win his way for all 
 of the wire pulling of the friends of some rival who 
 was not so capable. 
 
 Frank had heard the cry which had been raised at
 
 258 The Yale Spirit. 
 
 that time that the old spirit of democracy was dying 
 out at Yale, and that great changes had taken place 
 there. He had heard that Yale was getting to be 
 more like another college, where the swell set are 
 strongly in evidence and the senior likely to be very ex- 
 clusive, having but a small circle of speaking acquaint- 
 ances. 
 
 It was said that in the old days the Yale junior or 
 senior knew everybody worth knowing. But this had 
 changed. The blue-blooded aristocrat had appeared 
 at Yale, and he had chosen his circle of acquaintances 
 with great care. To all outward appearances, this 
 man believed that outside his limited circle there was 
 nobody at Yale worth knowing. 
 
 Professor Scotch, Frank's guardian, had read this in 
 certain newspaper articles relating to Yale, and had ex- 
 pressed his regret that such should be the case. 
 
 After coming to Yale Frank kept his eyes open to 
 see to what extent such a state of affairs obtained. At 
 first it had seemed that the newspapers were right, but 
 he came to see that his position as freshman did not 
 give him the proper opportunity to judge. 
 
 In the course of time Frank came to believe that the 
 old spirit was still powerful at Yale. There were a 
 limited number of young gentlemen who plainly con- 
 sidered themselves superior beings, and who positively 
 refused to make acquaintances outside a certain limit;
 
 The Yale Spirit. 259 
 
 but those men held no positions in athletics, were sel- 
 dom of prominence in the societies, and were regarded 
 as cads by the men most worth knowing. They were 
 to be pitied, not envied. 
 
 At Yale the old democratic spirit still prevailed. 
 The young men were drawn from different social con- 
 ditions, and in their homes they kept to their own set; 
 but they seemed to leave this aside, and they mingled 
 and submerged their natural differences under that one 
 broad generalization, "the Yale man." 
 
 And Merriwell was to find that this extended even to 
 their social life, their dances, their secret societies, 
 where all who showed themselves to have the proper 
 dispositions and qualifications were admitted without 
 distinction of previous condition or rank in their own 
 homes. 
 
 Each class associated with itself, it is true, the mem- 
 bers making no close friendships with members of 
 other classes, with the possible exception of the juniors 
 and seniors, where class feeling did not seem to run so 
 high. A man might know men of other classes, but 
 he never took them for chums. 
 
 The democratic spirit at Yale came mainly from ath- 
 letics, as Frank soon discovered. Every class had half 
 a dozen teams tennis, baseball, football, the crew and 
 so on. Everybody, even the "greasy" grinds, seemed
 
 26o The Yale Spirit. 
 
 interested in the something, and so one or more of thes* 
 organization had some sort of a claim on everybody. 
 
 Besides this, there was the general work in the gym- 
 nasium, almost every member of every class appearing 
 there at some time or other, taking exercise as a pas- 
 time or a necessity. 
 
 The 'Varsity athletic organization drew men from 
 every class, not excepting the professional and gradu- 
 ate schools, and, counting the trials and everything, 
 brought together hundreds of men. 
 
 In athletics strength and skill win, regardless of 
 money or family; so it happened that the poorest man 
 in the university stood a show of becoming the lion and 
 idol of the whole body of young men. 
 
 Compulsory chapel every morning brought together 
 the entire college, and had its effect in making every- 
 body acquainted with everybody else. 
 
 A great fosterer of the democratic spirit was the old 
 Yale fence, over the departure of which "old grads" 
 are forever shedding bitter tears. The student who 
 had not known the old fence was inclined to smile 
 wearily over the expressions of regret at its loss, but 
 still the "old grad" continued to insist that the fence 
 was one of the crowning beauties of Yale, and that 
 nothing can ever replace it. 
 
 On the old fence men read the newspapers, crammed 
 for recitation, gossiped, told stories, talked athletics,
 
 The Yale Spirit. 261 
 
 ung songs, flirted with passing girls, and got ac- 
 quainted. Oh, yes, it was a great fosterer of the demo- 
 cratic spirit. 
 
 In the promotion of this spirit the drinking places 
 at Yale are important factors. At Harvard the men 
 drink in their clubs, the most of which are very expen- 
 sive places, and in the Boston cafes. The Yale men 
 drink at Morey's, and Traeger's, and Billy's. Trae- 
 ger's, where from a score to fifty students may be seen 
 any afternoon or evening, is furnished in exact imita- 
 tion of German students' drinking places. In the back 
 room is heavy furniture, quaint paintings, and wood- 
 work and carvings. It had a sort of subdued cathe- 
 dral light, which fell softly on the mugs which deco- 
 rated the shelves and mantel. 
 
 Frank had proven that it was not necessary for a 
 man to drink at Yale in order to be esteemed as a good 
 fellow. Frank was a total abstainer, and his friends 
 had found that nothing would induce him to drink or 
 smoke. At first they ridiculed him, but they came to 
 secretly admire him, and it is certain that his example 
 was productive of no small amount of good. 
 
 Frank's acquaintances declared he had a mighty 
 nerve, for he was able to travel with a crowd that drank 
 and smoked, and still refrained from doing either. 
 That was something difficult for them to understand. 
 
 It was apparent to everybody that Merriwell's popu-
 
 262 The Yale Spirit. 
 
 larity did not depend on his ability to absorb beer or 
 his generosity in opening fizz. It came from his ster- 
 ling qualities, his ability as an athlete, his natural mag- 
 netism, and his genial, sunny nature. Although he 
 was refined and gentlemanly, there was not the least 
 suggestion of anything soft or effeminate about him. 
 
 It is not strange that Merriwell could scarcely be- 
 lieve it possible that Paul Pierson had been in earnest. 
 Such a thing seemed altogether too good to be true. 
 
 "If it's a jolly, he'll not have the satisfaction of 
 knowing that I spread it," Frank decided. "Mum is 
 the word with me, and I'll keep right on working for 
 a place with the freshmen. Oh, if we can win the race 
 at Saltonstall !" 
 
 Frank knew that he stood well with Old Put, who 
 was to manage the freshman team in the spring. If 
 the freshman crew could defeat the sophs, Put would 
 have more confidence than ever in Merriwell. 
 
 Frank was thinking these things over, when Harry 
 came in with a rush, slamming the door and tripping 
 over a rug in his haste. 
 
 "Say! say! say!" he spluttered, staring at Frank. 
 
 "Well, what is it?" 
 
 "Is it true?" 
 
 "Is what true?" 
 
 "I heard Paul Pierson was seen talking to you on 
 the campus."
 
 The Yale Spirit. 263 
 
 "Well, what of that?" 
 
 "Then it is true?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Gracious ! Pierson was never known to thing a do 
 > er do a thing like that before!" 
 
 "Is that so?" 
 
 "Is it so! Why, you know it is so! Think of 
 Pierson the great and only Pierson talking to a 
 freshman on the campus in the middle of the day! 
 Wow!" 
 
 "You are excited, Harry. Sit down and cool off." 
 
 "I'll sit down, but you must tell me what he was say- 
 ing to you." 
 
 "Must I?" 
 
 "Must you? I should say yes! I am dying to 
 know what he could be saying to a freshman !" 
 
 Frank was troubled, for he saw his roommate's curi- 
 osity was aroused to the highest notch, and he knew 
 it would be no easy thing to satisfy Harry without tell- 
 ing the truth. 
 
 "Go ahead," urged Rattleton. "What did Pierson 
 say to you ?" 
 
 "Oh, he said a number of things," replied Frank, 
 awkwardly. 
 
 Harry lifted his eyebrows. 
 
 "Haven't a doubt of it," he returned ; "but what are 
 they?"
 
 264 The Yale Spirit. 
 
 Frank hesitated, and a cloud came to his friend's 
 face. 
 
 "You see, it is a private matter," Merriwell ex- 
 plained. 
 
 "Oh!" 
 
 There was infinite sarcasm in that ejaculation. 
 
 "You know I would tell you if I could, Harry," said 
 Frank, rising; "but this is a matter which I " 
 
 "Oh, you needn't trouble yourself !" Rattleton cut in, 
 sharply. "I'll live just as long and be just as happy." 
 
 "Now don't be angry, old man ; that is foolish. You 
 know I would tell you if I could do so without " 
 
 "Oh, I don't know about that! You are getting so 
 you have secrets lately, and you don't seem to trust me. 
 Say, if you think I am a sneak and a tattler, say so, for 
 I want to know it. I don't care to room with any fel- 
 low who doesn't trust me." 
 
 Harry was angry, and Frank felt very sorry. 
 
 "Old man," said Merriwell, meeting Rattleton's sul- 
 len glance with a frank, open look, "I do trust you, 
 and you should know it. There is no fellow in college 
 I would as soon room with. Still, you should know 
 there are some things a man cannot honorably tell even 
 his chum. 
 
 Harry was silent. 
 
 "Perhaps there are some things about yourself or 
 some friend that you would not care to tell me," Frank
 
 The Yale Spirit 265 
 
 went on. "I am not going to be offended at that. It 
 is your right to tell what you like and keep what you 
 like to yourself. A thing like that should not create 
 feeling between us." 
 
 "But this seems different." 
 
 "Does it? Well, I will explain that I told Pierson I 
 would say nothing of the matter to anybody. I do 
 not believe in lying. Do you want me to break my 
 word in this case?" 
 
 "No!" cried Harry. "You are all right again, 
 Frank! You are always right! Don't you mind me 
 when I get cranky. I'm a fundering thool I mean a 
 thundering fool ! But I do hope Pierson is not work- 
 ing a jolly on you." 
 
 "He may have tried to work a jolly on me, but he is 
 not succeeding," smiled Frank, whose face had cleared 
 "And the quieter I keep the smaller will be the chance 
 of success, if that is his little game."
 
 CHAPTER XXIV. 
 
 GORDON EXPRESSES HIMSELF. 
 
 At the first opportunity Frank had a talk with Burn- 
 ham Putnam, who had charge of the freshman crew. 
 He told Put all that had been learned about the traitor, 
 and Burn listened with interest and growing anger. 
 
 "Who do you think the traitor is ?" he asked at last. 
 
 "Well, there is a doubt in my mind, and I do not 
 want to accuse anybody." 
 
 "We have conducted our work with great secrecy." 
 
 "We have that." 
 
 "And I have repeatedly cautioned the men about 
 talking." 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "I have warned them that it might mean the ruin of 
 our plans." 
 
 "You have/' 
 
 "And still everything we have done seems to be 
 known." 
 
 "That's right." 
 
 "The man who has spread this matter has the very 
 best means for obtaining information, as he has made 
 no mistake."
 
 Gordon Expresses Himself. 267 
 
 "Well, what do you think?" 
 
 "The traitor may be the last man we would suspect 
 He must have some cause for playing crooked, though." 
 
 "That is the way I regarded it." 
 
 Old Put thought the matter over for a few moments. 
 He finally said : 
 
 "I don't want to do any man injustice, but the turn 
 affairs have taken leads me to think it would be a good 
 plan to drop our spare men entirely and put full de- 
 pendence on a settled crew." 
 
 Frank was silent, and so Putnam asked: 
 
 "What do you think of that?" 
 
 "I think it is a very good plan, and I approve of it." 
 
 "Then it is settled. They shall be dropped at once, 
 although it seems that the mischief is done now." 
 
 "There may be no mischief in it, for the sophs ridi- 
 cule the innovations introduced, and they are surer 
 than ever that they will have a soft thing of it. 
 
 "They have been fooled several times this fall. I am 
 sorry we shall not be able to spring our innovations as 
 a surprise, but we may give them a warm time just the 
 same." 
 
 That day Putnam informed the spare men that he 
 did not think they would be needed any more in train- 
 ing, but asked them to keep in condition till after the 
 race, in case anything might happen that they were 
 wanted.
 
 268 Gordon Expresses Himself. 
 
 Gordon was enraged immediately, for he had held 
 on and worked through everything with the belief that 
 he would finally be given a place on the crew. 
 
 "So I am dropped, am I?" he said, bitterly. "Well, 
 I rather think I understand how it comes about." 
 
 Putnam did not like this, and a dark look came to his 
 rugged face. 
 
 "What do you mean ?" he demanded, sharply. 
 
 "Never mind," returned Walter, with a toss of his 
 head. "It's no use to talk it over, but I know a few 
 things." 
 
 He turned as if he would go away, but Put put out 
 a hand and stopped him, whirling him sharply about. 
 
 "See here," said the sturdy manager of the freshman 
 ball team and crew, "I want to know just what you 
 mean, Gordon." 
 
 "Oh. you do?" 
 
 Walter flung to the winds all hope of getting on the 
 crew. He sneered in Putnam's face. 
 
 "Yes, sir, I do! You talk as if you had not been 
 treated right." 
 
 "Have I?" 
 
 "I think you have, sir." 
 
 "I know I have not !" 
 
 Putnam was angry, and his face betrayed it 
 
 "You must prove that, Gordon!" 
 
 "I can/'
 
 Gordon Expresses Himself. 269 
 
 "Do so." 
 
 "I may not prove it to your satisfaction, but I can 
 prove it just as hard. You have told me that I am in 
 fine form, and I know that you have said I have as 
 fine back and shoulders as may be found in the whole 
 college." 
 
 "I did say that," calmly acknowledged Old Put. 
 
 "Well, that counts for something." 
 
 "But it does not make you suitable for the crew. 
 There is something more needed, as you should know. 
 You must be able to row." 
 
 "Is there a man on the crew who pulls a prettier 
 stroke than I? Just answer me that, Burn Putnam ?" 
 
 "You do pull a pretty stroke, but I have been con- 
 vinced that the men on the crew now will hold out, and 
 it is not best to take you in place of any of them." 
 
 "Who convinced you ? I know ! It was Merriwell ! 
 He is holding Rattleton on the crew simply because 
 they are chums, and you are letting him twist you 
 around his finger ! Ha ! ha ! ha !" 
 
 Gordon's laugh was sarcastic and cutting and it 
 brought a hot flush to the face of Old Put. 
 
 "You are insolent, Gordon!" he said. "This is an 
 open insult!" 
 
 "Is it? Well, I notice you do not deny that Merri- 
 well has held Rattleton on the crew in my place."
 
 270 Gordon Expresses Himself. 
 
 "I deny that he has held any one on the crew that is 
 not fully capable of remaining there on his own merit." 
 
 "That sounds first rate! Oh, well, I don't care, 
 anyway ! Your crew is bound to make a show of itself, 
 and it will be beaten hands down by the sophs." 
 
 "So that is the opinion you hold, is it?" 
 
 "It is." 
 
 "And I suppose you have held it all along?" 
 
 "I have." 
 
 "Then I have made no mistake in dropping you 
 from the crew. You have quite satisfied me on that 
 point, Gordon. No man is suitable to hold a place on 
 any kind of a crew or team if he holds it in contempt 
 and has no confidence in it. He will not work, and his 
 feeling of contempt will communicate itself to others, 
 thus demoralizing the whole lot of them. Even if he 
 kept his contempt to himself, he is not the man to work 
 his heart out in the effort to win. He thinks it is no 
 use to kill himself, and he will not make his best ef- 
 fort at any time. It is my policy to drop such a man, 
 in case I find him out, and drop him hard. Yes, I am 
 quite satisfied, Gordon." 
 
 Walter bit his tongue to keep back the fierce words 
 which arose to his lips. He felt himself quivering with 
 anger. 
 
 "All right! all right!" he said, his voice unsteady. 
 "I am glad you are satisfied ! But wait till the race is
 
 Gordon Expresses Himself. 271 
 
 over. Rattleton's glory will be gone then. Don't 
 think that he will pull his heart out. A man who 
 smokes as much as he does can't pull." 
 
 "Smokes! Rattleton does not smoke at all. I ob- 
 served him at the turkey roast. He absolutely refused 
 to smoke." 
 
 "Because you were present; but I know for a fact 
 that he smokes behind your back, and he smokes almost 
 constantly." 
 
 "I cannot believe it. Merriwell would tell me," 
 
 "Would he? Ha! ha! ha! You don't know Frank 
 Merriwell yet, but you will find him out. That fellow 
 will go to any extreme to injure me, and so it is not 
 likely he would tell anything on his chum that would 
 cause you to give me his place." 
 
 "I am sure you do Merriwell an injustice. He is a 
 man who does not smoke himself, and he would not al- 
 low his roommate to injure himself smoking. How- 
 ever, I will find out about this." 
 
 "Do so; but I have found out about it already. I 
 have certain means of obtaining information." 
 
 "So have the sophs, and they have obtained a great 
 deal," Putnam shot at Walter as he turned away. 
 
 Putnam collared Merriwell at the first opportunity 
 and demanded to know the truth about Rattleton's 
 smoking.
 
 272 Gordon Expresses Himself. 
 
 "I know you will tell me the truth, Merry," said 
 Burnham, "and it is important that you should." 
 
 "Some one has been telling you he is smoking?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Well, he is not smoking now. I had a talk with 
 him and he swore off. He is not touching tobacco in 
 any form, and I give you my word on that." 
 
 "That's all I want," said Putnam, quite satisfied. 
 
 After this the freshman crew took to practicing 
 nights, and it was said that they worked as no crew of 
 freshies every worked before. One night they ran up 
 against the regular 'Varsity crew, and gave it a hot 
 pull, but finally seemed to be beaten. 
 
 The report of this brush spread abroad, and the men 
 on the regular crew were rather complimentary toward 
 the freshmen. They said the youngsters worked to- 
 gether in a most surprising way, and it was predicted 
 that they would give their rivals a hard pull. 
 
 The sophs were inclined to regard this as a jolly, and 
 they continued confident of winning over the freshmen 
 with the greatest ease.
 
 CHAPTER XXV. 
 
 THE TRAITOR DISCOVERED. 
 
 "I say, Merry," said Rattleton, the day before the 
 race was to come off, "you can't guess who Gordon is 
 chumming with lately." 
 
 "I don't know as I can. Who is it?" 
 
 "Ditson." 
 
 "Get out!" 
 
 "That's on the level" 
 
 "But Ditson the same as suggested outright that 
 Gordon was the traitor who had told the sophs so 
 much." 
 
 "That is true, but Gordon doesn't know it" 
 
 "Well, he ought to. What do you think Ditson is 
 doing?" 
 
 "Oh, he is working Gordon, who has been drinking 
 like a fish since Old Put dropped him." 
 
 Frank was troubled. He did not approve of Ditson, 
 and he feared that Gordon had a weak nature, so that 
 he could be easily influenced. Walter had greatly 
 taken to heart being dropped by Putnam, and he seemed 
 utterly reckless and careless about himself. If he did
 
 274 The Traitor Discovered. 
 
 not look out, he was almost sure to get into trouble and 
 find himself "rusticated" or sent home for good. 
 
 Merriwell could not help thinking it possible that 
 Gordon had been innocent and that a mistake had been 
 made in dropping him, as it might discourage him so 
 that he would go to the bad. This worried Frank not 
 a little. 
 
 "I'll have to make Ditson call a halt," he said to 
 Harry. "He must be told to let up on Gordon." 
 
 "Now, that is dead right," nodded Harry, who was 
 inclined to be generous and kindly toward the fellow 
 who might have filled his place on the freshman crew. 
 "I tell you that Ditson is a bad man, and I would not 
 trust him as far as I can fling a cow by the tail." 
 
 "I'll get after him at the first opportunity," promised 
 Frank. 
 
 Harry went out and had a talk with Bandy Robin- 
 son about the matter. Robinson admitted that he did 
 not have much use for either Gordon or Ditson, but 
 he was inclined to think Gordon the better fellow of 
 the two. 
 
 That night Merriwell and Rattleton retired early, 
 but they were not allowed to go to sleep. Barely were 
 they in bed before there was a knock on the door, and 
 they found Robinson and one of the fellows who lived 
 in the house were there. 
 
 "Say," said Bandy, "Ditson and Gordon are down
 
 The Traitor Discovered. 275 
 
 at Billy's, and Gordon has a great load on. I have told 
 Ditson to let him alone, but was advised to mind my 
 own business. Ditson is deliberately getting Gordon 
 stiff." 
 
 "Is that so?" cried Frank as4ie made a jump for his 
 clothes. "Well, I think I will have a talk with Mr. 
 Ditson." 
 
 Frank and Harry dressed quickly, and away they 
 went with Robinson and his companion toward Billy's. 
 
 On arriving at Billy's they were told that Ditson and 
 Gordon were in the little corner behind the screen- 
 Gordon was opening champagne, and both fellows were 
 pretty well intoxicated. 
 
 Harry slipped up behind the screen, stood on a chair, 
 and peered over. As he did so he heard Ditson say : 
 
 "That's right, Walter. Merriwell rubbed dirt all 
 over you. He is trying to become another king, like 
 Browning, but you can bet I don't lose any opportunity 
 to throw him down." 
 
 "Throw him down! throw him down!" echoed Gor- 
 don, thickly. "That's right ; but you can't throw him 
 down hard enough to keep him down." 
 
 "I don't know about that," declared Roll, with 
 drunken sobriety. "If we were to work together, Gor- 
 don, old man, we could hurt him. As it is, you've 
 helped me out wonderfully in what I've done," 
 
 "Havel? How?"
 
 276 The Traitor Discovered. 
 
 Harry looked around and saw Merriwell preparing 
 to go into the corner behind the screen. Then Rattle- 
 ton made a few violent gestures, which plainly told his 
 roommate to refrain. 
 
 Frank looked astonished. What could Harry be up 
 to that he appeared so excited? He was motioning 
 for Frank to come forward cautiously and join him. 
 
 Now, Merriwell did not believe in playing the eaves- 
 dropper on any one, but he fancied Harry saw some- 
 thing he wished to show him, so he went forward 
 lightly, placed another chair, got upon it, and looked 
 over the screen. 
 
 In the meantime Ditson was saying : 
 
 "Yes, you've helped me. You know Merriwell is 
 coaching the freshman crew or has been for the race 
 to-morrow. Well, I don't let any chance go to get a 
 jab at him." 
 
 "I don't see what that has to do with my helping 
 you," mumbled Gordon, vainly trying to light a ciga- 
 rette with a broken match on which no brimstone was 
 left. 
 
 "Course yer don't," laughed Ditson, who was almost 
 as full as his companion. "This isn't the first time we 
 have been out together, eh, old boy ?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Only we had to be quiet about it when you were on 
 the crew or when you thought you were on it."
 
 The Traitor Discovered. 277 
 
 "That's right." 
 
 "We have been pretty full once or twice/' 
 
 "I thought so when we got up the next morning." 
 
 "Well, you have told me lots of things about Merri- 
 well and what he was doing with the crew. You're a 
 great talker when you're loaded." 
 
 Gordon stiffened up a bit and tried to give his com- 
 panion a sober stare, but the effort was a ludicrous 
 failure. 
 
 "Wazzyer mean?" he asked. " 'Fi told you any- 
 thing it was in strictest confidence." 
 
 "Cert; but then, you know, anything to knife Merri- 
 well." 
 
 Gordon braced off, his hands on the table before him. 
 Ditson laughed and went on : 
 
 "Now, if we make a combine against him we can do 
 him bad." 
 
 "Wazzyer mean?" Gordon again demanded. "Mean 
 that you repeated anything I tol' you in confidence 
 when I was full?" 
 
 "Not publicly," grinned Ditson. "I may have used 
 it to injure Merriwell, but I was careful how I used it." 
 
 Walter thumped the table with his fist, growing an- 
 gry suddenly. 
 
 "You're a hanged two-faced fraud!" he huskily 
 cried. "That's jusht what you are, Ditson! Some- 
 body's been telling things to the sophs. They found
 
 278 The Traitor Discovered. 
 
 out everything. It was you! And you pumped your 
 points out of me when I was full." 
 
 "That didn't hurt you," Ditson hastened to declare. 
 "It was entirely to hurt Merriwell, and he is our com- 
 mon enemy." 
 
 "Don't care a continental if he is!" cried Walter. 
 "I don't like him, but you have hurt me. Bet any- 
 thing Merriwell and Old Put thought I had blowed! 
 I didn't have any confidence in Merriwell's methods, 
 but I didn't blow to the sophs! Still I was to blame 
 for lettin' you get me full and pump me. And the 
 fellows think I'm a tattler! Well, I'll be hanged if I 
 don't even up with you by hammering the face off you 
 right now!" 
 
 Walter stood up and attempted to grasp Ditson' s 
 arm, but he was so full that he made a miscalculation 
 and caught nothing but empty air. Then he struck 
 across the table at Roll. 
 
 "Oh, you would hit me, would you!" grated Ditson, 
 who saw that his companion was much the drunker. 
 "You would hammer my face! Well, perhaps I'll do 
 some hammering myself!" 
 
 Then he caught up an empty champagne bottle and 
 swung it over his head as if to strike Gordon. 
 
 Like a flash Merriwell's hand darted down over the 
 top of the screen and snatched the bottle from Roll's 
 grasp.
 
 The Traitor Discovered. 279 
 
 A moment later Frank went around the screen and 
 confronted the two lads, still holding the bottle in his 
 hand. 
 
 "I saved you from having a cracked head that time, 
 Gordon," he said as he collared Ditson. "And I have 
 found out who the traitor is. I am glad you are not 
 the man. As for this thing" he gave Ditson a shake 
 that caused the fellow's teeth to click together "he 
 has shown to-night that he is a most contemptible cur ! 
 I hated to think him as dirty as he has shown him- 
 self to be." 
 
 Frank's face was full of unutterable disgust for Dit- 
 son. 
 
 Other freshmen came crowding into the corner, and 
 Ditson saw himself regarded with scorn and contempt 
 by everybody. He cowed like a whipped cur and 
 whined : 
 
 "I was simply fooling; it was all a jolly. I never 
 did anything of the sort. I was simply trying to get 
 Gordon on the string by telling him so." 
 
 "Well, you got yourself on a string, and pretty well 
 tangled up. Gentlemen" turning to the freshmen 
 present "here is the traitor who has been giving our 
 secrets away to the sophs. Both Rattleton and myself 
 heard him acknowledge it. Take a good look at him, 
 so you will know him in the future." 
 
 "Oh, we'll know him !" cried many voice*.
 
 280 The Traitor Discovered. 
 
 "It's a mistake " Roll began. 
 
 "That's right," agreed Frank. "The worst mis- 
 take you ever made. At last you have shown just 
 what you are, and everybody is dead onto you. Get 
 out of this !" 
 
 "Tar and feather him!" shouted a voice. 
 
 "Let him go," advised Merriwell. "He is covered 
 with a coating of disgrace that will not come off as 
 easily as tar and feathers." 
 
 Ditson sneaked away, the hisses of his classmates 
 sounding in his ears. The look on his face as he rolled 
 his eyes toward Merriwell before leaving the room was 
 malicious in the extreme. 
 
 Frank turned to Walter, who did not seem to know 
 what to do. 
 
 "Gordon, you have found that fellow out, which is a 
 lucky thing for you," he said. "He would have ruined 
 you. At the same time, I have found out that you had 
 no hand in the sneaking work that has been going on 
 of late. You were simply an unconscious and un- 
 willing tool, and it did me good to see you resent it 
 when you found out what Ditson had been doing." 
 
 \Yalter tried to say something, but he choked and 
 stammered. Then he muttered something about hav- 
 ing a drink all around, but Frank assured him that he 
 had taken quite enough. 
 
 Rattleton and Robinson led the crowd away from the
 
 The Traitor Discovered. 281 
 
 corner, and Merriwell had a brief talk with Gordon. 
 Then Harry and Frank took Gordon out and did not 
 leave him till he was safely in his room. As they were 
 going away Walter thickly said : 
 
 "Merriwell!" 
 
 "What is it?" 
 
 "I want to 'pologize." 
 
 "What for?" 
 
 "Things I've said 'bout you." 
 
 "I don't know about them." 
 
 " 'Cause I've said 'em behind your back. Sneakin' 
 thing to do ! Merriwell, I'm 'shamed I am, by thun- 
 der ! I guess you're all right. Don't b'lieve you ever 
 done me dirt. Is it all right, old man ?" 
 
 "Yes, it's all right." 
 
 "Say, that makes me feel better. It does, by thun- 
 der! You're a good fellow, Merriwell, and I'm I'm 
 a fool ! I talk too much ! Drink too much, too. You 
 don't talk and you don't drink. You're all right. 
 Good-night, Merriwell." 
 
 "Good-night, Gordon." 
 
 When Frank retired the second time that night it 
 was with a feeling of intense relief, for the perplexing 
 problem as to the identity of the traitor had been set- 
 tled, and he felt that he had done Gordon a good turn 
 by getting him away from Ditson. 
 
 And Ditson ? Well, he deserved to pass a wretched
 
 282 The Traitor Discovered. 
 
 night, and he did. He felt that he was forever dis- 
 graced at Yale, but he did not seem to consider it his 
 own fault. He blamed Merriwell for it all, and his 
 heart was hot with almost murderous rage. Over and 
 over he swore that he would get square some way 
 any way.
 
 CHAPTER XXVI. 
 
 THE RACE. 
 
 The day for the race came at last a sunny day, with 
 the air clear and cold. Just the right sort of a day for 
 the best of work. 
 
 Everybody seemed bound for Lake Saltonstall. 
 They were going out in carriages, hacks, coaches, on 
 foot, by train, and in many other ways. The road to 
 the lake was lined with people. The students were 
 shouting, singing and blowing horns. One crowd of 
 freshmen had a big banner, on which was lettered : 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight, she is great, 
 She will win sure as fate." 
 
 Evidently the sophomores had been informed about 
 this banner in advance, for they carried one which 
 declared : 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight isn't in it, 
 
 She'll be beaten in a minute." 
 
 How they shouted and taunted each other! How 
 they raced along the road ! How sure everybody was 
 that he could pick the winner! 
 
 The scene at the lake was beautiful and inspiring, 
 for the shore was lined with people and there were flags
 
 284 The Race. 
 
 and bright colors everywhere. On the point there 
 was a great mob, composed mostly of students, who 
 were yelling and cheering and flaunting their flags. 
 The boats on the lake were well filled and gay with 
 colors. New Haven swell society was fairly repre- 
 sented, and it certainly was an occasion to stir youth- 
 ful blood. 
 
 The freshman-sophomore junior race came fourth 
 on the list, and it was to be the event of the day. 
 Strangely enough, the juniors were not reckoned as 
 dangerous by either freshmen or sophomores. Be- 
 tween the last two classes was to come the real tug 
 of war. 
 
 In the boathouse the great Bob Collingwood, of the 
 'Varsity crew, gave the freshmen some advice, and they 
 listened to him with positive awe. He had heard of 
 MerriwelFs attempt to introduce the English stroke, 
 and he did not approve of it. 
 
 After he had got through Merriwell took his men 
 aside into another part of the boathouse and warned 
 them against thinking of anything Collingwood had 
 said. 
 
 "He is all right when he is talking to men who use 
 his style of oar and the regular American stroke, but 
 you will be broke up sure as fate if you think of what he 
 has said that disagrees with my instructions. It is
 
 The Race. 285 
 
 too late now to make any change, and we must win or 
 lose as we have practiced." 
 
 "That's right," agreed every man. 
 
 "We'll win," said Rattleton, resolutely. 
 
 They could hear the cheering as the other races took 
 place, and at last it came their turn. How their hearts 
 thumped! And it was Merriwell that quieted their 
 unsteady nerves with a few low, calm words, which 
 seemed to give them the bracer which they needed be- 
 fore going into the race. 
 
 'Umpty-eight yelled like a whole tribe of Indians, 
 wildly waving flags, hats and handkerchiefs, as the 
 freshman boat shot out upon the lake, with Merriwell 
 at the stroke. They did not row in the buff, as the 
 weather was too cold, but all wore thin white shirts, 
 with " 'Umpty-eight" lettered in blue on the breast 
 
 Old rowers looked the freshmen over with aston- 
 ishment, for they gave the appearance of well-drilled 
 amateurs, and not greenhorns. There were a few ex- 
 pressions of approval. The novel stroke was watched 
 and criticised, and an old grad who was regarded as 
 authority declared that the man who set the stroke for 
 that crew was a comer, providing he was built of the 
 right kind of stuff. 
 
 Then came the sophs and juniors, both pulling pret- 
 tily and gracefully, and both being cheered by their 
 classes. The juniors were light, but they expected to
 
 286 The Race. 
 
 walk away from the freshmen, as they had an expert 
 at the stroke and had been coached by Collingwood. 
 
 Soon the three crews lined up, and the voice of the 
 referee was heard : 
 
 "Are you ready?" 
 
 Dead silence. 
 
 "Go!" 
 
 Away shot the boats, and the sophs took the lead di- 
 rectly, their short, snappy stroke giving the boat the re- 
 quired impetus in short order. The juniors held close 
 on to them, while the freshmen seemed to take alto- 
 gether too much time to get away, striking a regular, 
 long, swinging stroke that seemed to be "overdone," as 
 a jubilant sophomore spectator characterized it. 
 
 The sophs along the shore and on the point were 
 wild with delight. They danced and howled, confident 
 of victory at the very outset. The juniors were en- 
 thusiastic, but not so demonstrative as the sophomores. 
 The freshmen cheered, but there seemed to be disap- 
 pointment in the sound. 
 
 "Whoop 'er up for 'Umpty-seven !" howled the 
 sophs. "Whoop 'er up! 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! This is 
 a cinch !" 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight is in it ; she will catch 'em in a min- 
 ute," sang the freshmen. "She is crawling on them !" 
 
 "All she can do is crawl !" yelled a soph, but his re- 
 mark was drowned in the wild tumult of noise.
 
 The Race. 287 
 
 " 'Umpty-six is up to tricks !" shouted the juniors. 
 " 'Umpty-six, they are bricks ! Whoop 'er up ! 'Rah ! 
 'rah! 'rah!" 
 
 The yelling of the freshmen became louder, for their 
 crew was holding its own was beginning to gain. 
 
 "That is the best freshman crew that ever appeared 
 at Saltonstall," declared a spectator. "Every man 
 seems to be a worker. There's no one shirking." 
 
 "And look at the stroke oar," urged another. "That 
 fellow is the winner! He is working like a veteran, 
 and he is setting a stroke that is bound to tell before the 
 race is over." 
 
 This was true enough. The strong, long stroke of 
 the freshmen kept their boat going steadily at high 
 speed once it was in motion, and they steadily over- 
 hauled the juniors, who had fallen away from the 
 sophs. At the stake the freshman crew passed the 
 juniors, and the freshmen witnesses had fits. 
 
 But that was not the end of the excitement. The 
 speed of the freshman boat was something wonderful, 
 and it was overhauling the sophs, despite the fact that 
 they were pulling- for dear life to hold the lead. 
 
 And now the shouting for 'Umpty-eight was heard 
 on every side. The sophs were encouraging their men 
 to hold the advantage to the finish, but still the fresh- 
 men were gaining. 
 
 The nose of the freshman boat crept alongside trie
 
 288 The Race. 
 
 sophs, whose faces wore a do-or-die look. The sus- 
 pense was awful, the excitement was intense: 
 
 Then Rattleton was heard talking: 
 
 "Well, this is the greatest snap we ever struck! I 
 wonder how the sophs like the Oxford stroke? Oh, 
 my ! what guys we are making of them ! It don't make 
 a dit of bifference how hard they pull, they're not in 
 the race at all. Poor sophs ! Why don't they get out 
 and walk? They could get along faster." 
 
 That seemed to break the sophs up, and then a great 
 shout went up as the freshman boat forged into the 
 lead. They soon led the sophs by a length, and crossed 
 the line thirty feet in advance. 
 
 Then Rattleton keeled over, completely done up, but 
 supremely happy. 
 
 How the freshmen spectators did cheer ! 
 
 " 'Umpty-eight ! 'Umpty-eight ! Whoop 'er up ! 
 'Rah! 'rah!' rah!" 
 
 It was another great victory for the freshmen and 
 Frank Merriwell, and that night a great bonfire blazed 
 on the campus and the students made merry. They 
 blew horns, sang, cheered and had a high old time. 
 
 The freshmen made the most noise, and they were 
 very proud and aggressive. Never had Yale College 
 freshmen seemed happier. 
 
 "Where is Merriwell?" was the question that went 
 around.
 
 The Race. 289 
 
 A committee was sent to search for him, and they 
 returned with him on their shoulders. He tried to get 
 down, but he could not. 
 
 Uncle Blossom climbed on a box and shouted: 
 
 "Three cheers for 'Umpty-eight, the winners!" 
 
 The cheers were given. 
 
 Easy Street leaped on another box and yelled: 
 
 "Three cheers for Frank Merriwell, the winning 
 oar!" 
 
 It seemed that the freshmen were trying to split 
 their throats. And not a few juniors joined with them,, 
 showing how much admiration Merriwell had won 
 outside his own class. 
 
 Walter Gordon cheered with the others, but Roland 
 Ditson stood at a distance, beating his heart out with 
 rage and jealousy. He was all alone, for at Yale not 
 one man was left who cared to acknowledge Ditson as 
 a friend.
 
 CHAPTER XXVII. 
 
 A CHANGE OF PITCHERS. 
 
 "The game is lost!" 
 
 "Sure." 
 
 "Yale has not scored since the second inning." 
 
 "That's right. She made one in the first and three 
 in the second, and then comes four beautiful white- 
 washes. Harvard hasn't missed a trick, and the score 
 is eleven to four in her favor." 
 
 "Lewis, this is awful!" 
 
 "Right you are, Jones. Hear those Harvard rooters 
 whoop up ! It gives me nervous prostration." 
 
 The Yale freshmen were playing the Harvard fresh- 
 men on the grounds of the latter team, and quite a 
 large delegation had come on from New Haven to 
 witness the game, which was the second of the series 
 of three arranged between the freshmen teams of the 
 two colleges.. The first had been played at New Ha- 
 ven, and the third was to be played on neutral ground. 
 
 Yale had won the first game by heavy batting, the 
 final score being twelve to eleven. As the regular 
 'Varsity nine had likewise won the first of their series 
 with Harvard, the "Sons of Eli" began to think they
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 291 
 
 had a sure thing, and those who came on from New 
 Haven were dead sure in their minds that they would 
 bring back the scalps of the Harvard freshmen. They 
 said over and over that there would be no need of a 
 third game to settle the matter ; Yale would settle it in 
 the second. 
 
 Walter Gordon had pitched the whole of the first 
 Harvard game. He had been hammered for thirteen 
 singles, two two-baggers, and a three-bagger, and still 
 Yale had pulled out, which was rather remarkable. 
 But Walter had managed to keep Harvard's hits scat- 
 tered, while Yale bundled their hits in two innings, 
 which was just enough to give them the winning scare. 
 
 It was said that Frank Merriwell was to be given a 
 show in the second game, and a large number of Yale 
 men who were not freshmen had come on to see what 
 he would do. Pierson had been particularly anxious 
 to see Merriwell work, and he had taken a great deal 
 of trouble to come on. The "great and only" Bob Col- 
 lingwood, of the 'Varsity crew, had accompanied Pier- 
 son, and both were much disappointed, not to say dis- 
 gusted, when Old Put put in Gordon and kept him in 
 the box, despite the fact that he was being freely 
 batted. 
 
 "What's the matter with Putnam?" growled Pier- 
 son. "Has he got a grudge against Merriwell, or 
 does he intend to lose this game anyway?"
 
 292 A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 "He's asleep," said Colling"wood, wearily. "He's 
 stuck on Gordon." 
 
 "He must be thick if he can't see Gordon is rapidly 
 losing his nerve. Why, the fellow is liable to go tc 
 pieces at any minute and let those Willies run in a 
 score that will be an absolute disgrace." 
 
 "Go down and talk to him, Pierson." 
 
 "Not much ! I am too well known to the Harvard 
 gang. They wouldn't do a thing to me not a thing !" 
 
 "Then let's get out of here. It makes me sick tc 
 hear that Harvard yell. I can't stand it, Pierson." 
 
 "Wait. I want to see Merriwell go into the box, if 
 they will let him at all. That's what I came for." 
 
 "But he can't save the game now. The Yale crowd 
 is not doing any batting. All Harvard has to do is 
 to hold them down, and they scarcely have touched 
 Coulter since the second inning." 
 
 "That's right, but the fellow is easy, Coll. If they 
 ever should get onto him " 
 
 "How can they? They are not batters." 
 
 Pierson nodded. 
 
 "That is true," he admitted. "They are weak with 
 the stick. Diamond is the only man who seems to 
 know how to go after a ball properly. He is raw, but 
 there is mighty good stuff in that fellow. If he sticks 
 to baseball he will be on the regular team before he 
 finishes his course."
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 293 
 
 "I believe Merriwell has shown up well as a batter in 
 practice." 
 
 "He certainly has." 
 
 "Well, I should think Old Put would use him for 
 his hitting, if for nothing else. He is needed." 
 
 "It seems to me that there is a nigger in the wood- 
 pile." 
 
 "You think Merriwell is held back for reasons not 
 known?" 
 
 "I do." 
 
 "Say. by jingoes! I am going down and talk to 
 Putnam. If he doesn't give Merriwell a trial he's a 
 chump." 
 
 "Hold on." 
 
 "What for? If I wait it will be too late for Merri- 
 well to go in on the first of the seventh." 
 
 "Perhaps Merriwell may stand on his dignity and 
 refuse to go in at all at this late stage of the game." 
 
 "He wouldn't be to blame if he did, for he can't 
 win out." 
 
 "Something is up. Hello! Merriwell is getting 
 out of his sweater ! I believe Putnam is going to send 
 him out !" 
 
 There was a great satisfaction in Pierson's voice. 
 At last it seemed that he would get a chance to see 
 Merriwell work. 
 
 "Somebody ought to go down and rap Putnam on
 
 294 A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 the coco with a big heavy club !" growled Collingwood. 
 "He should have made the change long ago. The 
 Harvard Willies have been piling up something every 
 inning." 
 
 Down on the visitors' bench Merriwell was seen to 
 peel off, while Gordon was talking rather excitedly to 
 Burnham Putnam. It seemed evident by his manner 
 that he was speaking of something that did not please 
 him very much. 
 
 Merriwell was pulled out of his sweater, and then 
 somebody tossed him a practice ball. Little Danny 
 Griswold, the Yale shortstop, put on a catcher's mitt 
 and prepared to catch for Frank. 
 
 Yale was making a last desperate struggle for a 
 score in the sixth inning. With one man out and a 
 man on first, a weak batter came up. If the batter 
 tried to get a hit, it looked like a great opportunity for 
 a double play by Harvard. 
 
 Old Put, who was in uniform, ran down to first, and 
 sent in the coacher, whose place he took on the line. 
 Then he signaled the batter to take one, his signal being 
 obeyed, and it proved to be a ball. 
 
 Put was a great coacher, and now he opened up in 
 a lively way, with Robinson rattling away over by 
 third. Put was not talking simply to rattle the pitcher ; 
 he was giving signals at the same time, and he signed 
 for the man on first to go down on the next pitch, at
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 295 
 
 the same time giving the batter the tip to make a fake 
 swing at the ball to bother the catcher. 
 
 This programme was carried out, and it worked, for 
 the runner got second on a slide and a close decision. 
 
 Then the Yale rooters opened their throats, and blue 
 banners fluttered in a bunch over on the bleachers 
 where the New Haven gang was packed together. 
 
 "Yell, you suckers, yell!" cried Dickson, Harvard's 
 first baseman. "It's the only chance you'll get." 
 
 His words were drowned in the tumult and noise. 
 
 Up in the grand stand there was a waving of blue 
 flags and white handkerchiefs, telling that there were 
 not a few of the fair spectators who sympathized with 
 the boys from .New Haven. 
 
 Then the man at the bat reached first on a scratch 
 hit and a fumble, and there seemed to be a small rift in 
 the clouds which had lowered over the heads of the 
 Yale freshmen so long. 
 
 But the next man up promptly fouled out, and the 
 clouds seemed to close in again as dark as ever. 
 
 In the meantime Frank was warming up with the 
 aid of Danny Griswold, and Walter Gordon sat on the 
 bench, looking sulky and downcast. 
 
 "Gordon is a regular pig," said one of the freshman 
 players to a companion. "He doesn't know when he 
 has enough." 
 
 "Well, we know we have had enough of him thie
 
 296 A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 game," said the other, sourly. "If we had played a 
 rotten fielding game Harvard would have a hundred 
 now." 
 
 "Well, nearly that," grinned the first speaker. 
 "Gordon hasn't struck out a man." 
 
 "And still he is sore because Putnam is going to put 
 
 Merriwell in ! I suppose that is natural, but Hi, 
 
 there! look a' that! Great Scott! what sloppy workl 
 Did you see Newton get caught playing off second? 
 Well, that gives me cramps! Come on; he's the last 
 man, and we'll have to go out." 
 
 So, to the delight of the Harvard crowd, Yale was 
 whitewashed again, and there seemed no show for the 
 New Haven boys to win. 
 
 Walter Gordon remained on the bench, and Frank 
 walked down into the box. Then came positive proof 
 of Merriwell's popularity, for the New Haven specta- 
 tors arose as one man, wildly waving hats and flags, 
 and gave three cheers and a tiger for Frank. 
 
 "That's what kills him!" exclaimed Pierson in dis- 
 gust. "It is sure to rattle any green man." 
 
 "That's right," yawned Collingwood. "It's plain 
 we have wasted our time in coming here to-day." 
 
 "It looks that way from the road. Why couldn't 
 the blamed chumps keep still, so he could show what he 
 is made of?" 
 
 "It's ten to one he won't be able to find the plate for
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 297 
 
 five minutes. I believe I can see him shaking from 
 here." 
 
 The Harvard crowd had never heard of Merriwell, 
 and they regarded him with no little interest as he 
 walked into the box. When the Yale spectators were 
 through cheering Harvard took it up in a derisive way, 
 and it certainly was enough to rattle any fellow with 
 ordinary nerves. 
 
 But Frank did not seem to hear all the howling. He 
 paid no attention to the cheers of his friends or the 
 jeers of the other party. He seemed in no great hurry. 
 He made sure that every man was in position, felt of 
 the pitcher's plate with his foot, kicked aside a small 
 pebble, and then took any amount of time in prepar- 
 ing to deliver. 
 
 Collingwood began to show some interest. He 
 punched Pierson in the ribs with his elbow and ob- 
 served : 
 
 "Hanged if he acts as if he is badly rattled I" 
 
 "That's so. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry," ad- 
 mitted Paul. "He is using his head at the very start, 
 for he is giving himself time to become cool and 
 steady." 
 
 "He has Gibson, the best batter on the Harvard 
 team, facing him. Gibson is bound to get a safe hit." 
 
 "He is pretty sure to, and that is right." 
 
 Merriwell knew that Nort Gibson was the heaviest
 
 298 A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 and surest batter on the Harvard team, but he had 
 been watching the fellow all through the game, trying 
 to "get his alley." He had seen Gibson light on a 
 drop and smash it fiercely, and then he had seen him 
 get a safe hit off a rise, while an outcurve did not fool 
 him at all, as he would bang it if it came over the plate 
 or let it alone when it went outside. 
 
 Frank's mind was made up, and he had resolved to 
 give Gibson everything in close to his fingers. Then, 
 if he did hit it, he was not liable to knock it very far. 
 
 The first ball Merriwell delivered looked like a pretty 
 one, and Gibson went after it. It was an in shoot, and 
 the batter afterward declared it grazed his knuckles 
 as it passed. 
 
 "One strike!" called the umpire, 
 
 "What's this ! what's this !" exclaimed Collingwood, 
 sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "What did he do, 
 anyway ?" 
 
 "Fooled the batter with a high inshoot," replied Pier- 
 son. 
 
 "Well, he doesn't seem to be so very rattled after 
 all." 
 
 "Can't tell yet. He did all right that time, but Gib- 
 son has two more chances. If he gets a drop or an 
 outcurve that is within reach, he will kill it." 
 
 Ben Halliday was catching for Yale. Rattleton, 
 the change catcher and first baseman, was laid off with
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 299 
 
 a bad finger. He was rooting with the New Haven 
 gang. 
 
 Halliday returned the ball and signaled for a rise, 
 but Merriwell shook his head and took a position that 
 meant that he wished to try the same thing over again. 
 Halliday accepted, and then Frank sent the ball like a 
 shot 
 
 This time it seemed a certain thing that Frank had 
 depended on a high straight ball, and Gibson could not 
 let it pass. He came near breaking his back trying to 
 start the cover on the ball, but once more he fanned 
 the air. 
 
 "Great Jupiter!" gasped Collingwood, who was now 
 aroused. "What did he do then, Pierson ?" 
 
 "Fooled the fellow on the same thing exactly!" 
 chuckled Paul. "Gibson wasn't looking for two in 
 the same place." 
 
 Now the freshmen spectators from Yale let them- 
 selves out. They couldn't wait for the third strike, but 
 they cheered, blew horns and whistles, and waved flags 
 and hats. 
 
 Merriwell had a trick of taking up lots of time in a 
 busy way without pitching the ball while the excitement 
 was too high, and his appearance seemed to indicate 
 that he was totally deaf to all the tumult. 
 
 "That's right, Merry, old boy !" yelled an enthusias- 
 tic New Haven lad. "Trim his whiskers with them."
 
 3oo A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 "Wind them around his neck, Frank!" cried Harry 
 Rattleton. "You can do it !" 
 
 Rattleton had the utmost confidence in his chum, 
 and he had offered to bet that not one of the first three 
 men up would get a safe hit off him. Sport Harris, 
 who was always looking for a chance to risk some- 
 thing, promptly took Harry up, and each placed a 
 "sawbuck" in the hands of Deacon Dunning. 
 
 "I am sorry for you, Harris," laughed Rattleton 
 after Gibson had missed the second time, "but he's go- 
 ing to use them all that way." 
 
 "Wait, my boy," returned Sport, coolly. "I am 
 inclined to think this man will get a hit yet." 
 
 "I'll go you ten to five he doesn't." 
 
 "Done!" 
 
 They had no time to put up the money, for Merri- 
 well was at work again, and they were eager to watch 
 him. 
 
 The very next ball was an outcurve, but it was be- 
 yond Gibson's reach and he calmly let it pass. Then 
 followed a straight one that was on the level with the 
 top of the batter's head, and Gibson afterward ex- 
 pressed regret that he did not try it. The third one 
 was low and close to Gibson's knees. 
 
 Three balls had been called in succession, and the 
 next one settled the matter, for it stood three to two.
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 301 
 
 "Has he gone to pieces?" anxiously asked Colling- 
 wood. 
 
 "I don't think so," answered Pierson, "but he has 
 wasted good opportunities trying to pull Gibson. He 
 is in a bad place now." 
 
 "You have him in a hole, Gibson," cried a voice. 
 "The next one must be right over, and he can't put it 
 there," 
 
 "It looks as if you would win, Rattleton," said Har- 
 ris in mild disgust "Merriwell is going to give the 
 batter his base, and so, of course, he will not get 
 a hit." 
 
 Harry was nettled, and quick as a flash returned : 
 
 "Four balls hits for a go I mean goes for a hit in 
 this case." 
 
 Harris laughed. 
 
 "Now I have you sure," he chuckled. 
 
 "In your mind, Sport, old boy." 
 
 Merriwell seemed to be examining the pitcher's 
 plate, then he looked up like a flash, his eyes seeming 
 to sparkle, and with wonderful quickness delivered the 
 ball. 
 
 "It's an outcurve," was the thought which flashed 
 through Gibson's mind as he saw the sphere had been 
 started almost directly at him. 
 
 If it was an outcurve it seemed certain to pass over 
 the center of the plate, and it would not do to let it
 
 302 A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 pass. It was speedy, and the batter was forced to make 
 up his mind in a fraction of a second. 
 
 He struck at it and missed ! 
 
 "Three strikes batter out!" called the umpire, 
 sharply. 
 
 Gibson dropped his stick in a dazed way, muttering : 
 
 "Great Scott ! it was a straight ball and close to my 
 fingers !" 
 
 He might have shouted the words and not been 
 heard, for the Yale rooters were getting in their work 
 for fair. They gave one great roar of delight, and 
 then came the college yell, followed by the freshman 
 cheer. At last they were given an opportunity to use 
 their lungs, after having been comparatively silent for 
 several innings. 
 
 "Whoop 'er up for 'Umpty-eight!" howled a fellow 
 with a heavy voice. "What's the matter with 'Umpty- 
 eight ?" 
 
 "She's all right !" went up the hoarse roar. 
 
 "What's the matter with Merriwell?" 
 
 "He's all right !" again came that roar. 
 
 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."
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 303 
 
 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. The second one was a 
 coaxer, and he let that ball go by. The umpire called 
 a ball. The third was a high one, but it looked good, 
 and he tried for it. It proved to be a rise, and he 
 struck under it at least a foot. 
 
 Bob Collingwood was growing enthusiastic. 
 
 "That Merriwell is full of tricks," he declared. 
 "Think how he secretly coached the freshman crew up 
 on the Oxford stroke last fall and won the race at Sal- 
 tonstall. If it hadn't been for a traitor nobody would 
 have known what he was doing with the crew, for he 
 wouldn't let them practice at the machines." 
 
 "I have had my eye on him ever since he entered 
 Yale," confessed Pierson. '''I have seen that he is des- 
 tined to come to the front." 
 
 The batter seemed angry because he had been de- 
 ceived so easily, and this gave Frank satisfaction, for 
 an angry man can be deceived much easier than one 
 who keeps cool. 
 
 Merriwell held them close in on the batter, who made 
 four fouls in succession, getting angrier each moment. 
 By this time an outdrop was the thing to fool him, and 
 it worked nicely. 
 
 "Three strikes and out !" called the umpire.
 
 304 A Change of Pitchers. 
 
 Frank had struck out two men, and the Yale crowd 
 could not cheer loud enough to express their delight. 
 
 Old Put was delighted beyond measure, but he was 
 keeping pretty still, for he knew what he was sure to 
 hear if Yale did not pull the game out some way. He 
 knew everybody would be asking him why he did not 
 put Merriwell in the box before. 
 
 Lewis Little was hugging himself with satisfaction, 
 while Dismal Jones' long face actually wore something 
 suggestive of a smile. 
 
 Rattleton felt like standing on his head and kicking 
 up his heels with the delight he could not express. 
 
 "Oh, perhaps they will give Frank a show after 
 this!" he thought. "Didn't I tell Put, the blooming 
 idiot? It took him a long time to get out of his 
 trance." 
 
 Sport Harris coolly puffed away at a black cigar, 
 seemingly perfectly unconcerned, like a born gambler. 
 He had black hair and a faint line of a mustache. He 
 was rather handsome in a way, but he had a pro- 
 nounced taste for loud neckties. 
 
 The next batter to come up was nervous, as could 
 be seen at a glance. He did not wish to strike out, 
 but he was far too eager to hit the ball, and he went 
 after a bad one at the very start, which led him to get a 
 mild call down from the bench. 
 
 Then the fellow let a good one pass, which rattled
 
 A Change of Pitchers. 305 
 
 him worse than ever. The next looked good and he 
 swung at it. 
 
 He hit it, and it went up into the air, dropping into 
 Merriwell's hands, who did not have to step out of his 
 tracks to get it. 
 
 Yale had whitewashed Harvard for the first time in 
 that game.
 
 CHAPTER XXVIII. 
 
 THE GAME GROWS HOTTER. 
 
 By the noise the Yale crowd made one might have 
 fancied the game was theirs beyond a doubt. 
 
 "Poor fellows!" said one languid Harvardite to an 
 equally languid companion. "It's the only chawnce 
 they have had to cheer. Do let them make a little 
 noise." 
 
 "Yas," said his companion, "do. It isn't at all 
 likely they will get another opportunity during this 
 game." 
 
 There were cheers for Merriwell, but Frank walked 
 to the bench and put on his sweater as if utterly uncon- 
 scious of the excitement he had created. His" uncon- 
 cerned manner won fresh admiration for him. 
 
 Old Put congratulated Frank as soon as the bench 
 was reached. 
 
 "That was great work, Merriwell. Keep it up! 
 Keep it up!" 
 
 "That kind of work will not win the game as the 
 score stands," returned Frank. "Some batting must 
 be done, and there must be some score getting."
 
 The Game Grows Hotter. 307 
 
 "Yon are right, and you are the second man up this 
 inning. See what you can do." 
 
 "If I had known I came so soon I wouldn't have put 
 on my sweater." 
 
 "Keep it on. You must not get chilly. We can't 
 tell what may happen. Harder games than this have 
 been pulled out. They lead us but five scores." 
 
 "Blossom bats ahead of me, does he? Well, he 
 never got a hit when one was wanted in all his life; 
 but he's got a trick that is just as good, if he will try 
 to work it." 
 
 "Getting hit by the ball ? He is clever at that. Tell 
 him to work the dodge this time if he can. Get him 
 onto first some way. We must have some scores, if 
 we steal them." 
 
 "I wish we might steal a few." 
 
 "If I get first and Blossom is ahead of me on second, 
 let us try the double steal. I may be caught at second 
 or he may be caught at third, and there is a bare pos- 
 sibility that we'll both make our bags. At any rate, 
 but one of us is liable to be caught, and if it is Blos- 
 som it will leave us scarcely any worse off than before. 
 If it is myself, why, Blossom will be on third, we'll 
 have one man out, and stand a good show of scoring 
 once at least." 
 
 Merriwell said this in a quiet manner, not at all as 
 if he were trying to dictate, and Putnam made no re-
 
 308 The Game Grows Hotter. 
 
 ply. However, he spoke to Blossom, who was picking 
 out his bat 
 
 "Look here, Uncle," he said, "I want you to get first 
 base in some way. Do you understand? in some 
 way. If you can't make a hit or get it on balls, get 
 hit." 
 
 Blossom made a wry face. 
 
 "Coulter's got speed to burn," he said, "but I'll try 
 to get hit if he gives me an in, even though it kills 
 me." 
 
 "That's what I want," returned Old Put, grimly. 
 "Never mind if it does kill you. We are after scores, 
 and a life or two is of small consequence." 
 
 "That's a pleasant way of looking at it," muttered 
 Blossom as he advanced to the plate. "Here goes 
 nothing !" 
 
 The very first ball was an inshoot, and Blossom pre- 
 tended to dodge and slip. The ball took him in the 
 side and keeled him over instantly. He was given a 
 little water, whereupon he got up and trotted down to 
 first, his hand clinging to his side, but grinning a bit 
 in a sly way. 
 
 There was a brief discussion about giving Blossom 
 a runner, but when one was chosen who could not run 
 as well as he could himself, he suddenly found himself 
 in condition to get along all right. 
 
 Merriwell took his place at the bat, having selected
 
 The Game Grows Hotter. 309 
 
 a bat that was a trifle over regulation length, if any- 
 thing. 
 
 Frank saw a hole in right field, and he hoped to be 
 able to place a hit right there. If he could do it, there 
 was a chance for Blossom to get around to third on a 
 single. 
 
 Coulter knew nothing of Merriwell's batting, so he 
 was forced to experiment on the man. He tried a drop 
 that almost hit the plate, but Frank did not bite. Then 
 Coulter sent over a high one, and still Merriwell re- 
 fused to swing, and two balls had been called. 
 
 Coulter had a trick of holding a man close on first, 
 and so Blossom had not obtained lead enough to at- 
 tempt to steal second. 
 
 Frank felt that Coulter would make an attempt to 
 get the next one over the outside or inside corner of 
 the plate, as it would not do to have three balls in suc- 
 cession called without a single strike. 
 
 Merriwell was right. Coulter sent one over the in- 
 side corner, using a straight ball. Still Merriwell did 
 not offer at it, for he could not have placed it in the 
 right field if he had tried. 
 
 "One strike!" called the umpire. 
 
 Although he seemed quite unconcerned, Sport Harris 
 had been nettled when Rattleton won the ten-dollar 
 bet, and he now said : 
 
 "I will go you even money, Rattleton, that Merri-
 
 310 The Game Grows Hotter. 
 
 well does not get a hit. If he goes down on four balls 
 the bet is off." 
 
 "I'll stand you," nodded Harry, laughingly. "Why, 
 Harris, I never dreamed you were such an easy mark ! 
 Merriwell is bound to get a hit." 
 
 "Ha! ha!" mocked Harris. "Is that so? And he 
 just let a good one pass without wiggling his bat !" 
 
 "It wasn't where he wanted it." 
 
 "And Coulter will not give him one where he 
 wants it." 
 
 "Coulter doesn't know anything about Merriwell's 
 batting, and so he is liable to make a break at any mo- 
 ment." 
 
 This proved right, for Coulter tried to fool Frank 
 with an outcurve on the next delivery. He started 
 the ball exactly as he had the one before it, to all ap- 
 pearances as if he meant to send another straight one 
 over the inside corner. He believed Merriwell would 
 bite at it, and he was right. 
 
 But right there Coulter received a shock, for Merri- 
 weil leaned forward as he swung, assuming such a 
 position that the ball must have hit him if it had been a 
 straight one. It had a sharp, wide curve, and passe^ 
 at least ten inches beyond the plate. 
 
 Passed? Not much! Merriwell hit it, and sent a 
 "daisy cutter" down into right field, exactly where he 
 wished to pl?^ it.
 
 The Game Grows Hotter. 311 
 
 Down on the coach line near first little Danny Gris- 
 wold had convulsions. He whooped like a wild In- 
 dian. 
 
 "Spring, ye snails! Tear up the dust, ye sons of 
 Eli! Two make it two, Bios, old boy! Why, this 
 game is easy now ! We've just got started ! Whoop ! 
 Whoopee!" 
 
 In going over second Blossom tripped and fell heav- 
 ily. When he scrambled to his feet he was somewhat 
 dazed, and it was too late for him to try for third. He 
 saw Halliday down by third motioning wildly for him 
 to get back and hold second, but there was such a roar 
 of voices that he could not hear a word the coachers 
 were saying. However, the signals were enough, and 
 he got back. 
 
 Now the "Sons of Eli" were all on their feet, and 
 they were making the air quiver. It was enough to in- 
 spire any man to do or die, and it is doubtful if there 
 was not a man on the Yale team who did not feel at 
 that moment that he was willing to lay down his life, 
 if necessary, to win that game. 
 
 When the shouting had subsided in a measure, Rat- 
 tleton was heard to shout from his perch on the shoul- 
 ders of a companion, to which position he had shinned 
 in his excitement : 
 
 "Right here is where we trick our little do, gentle- 
 men er I mean we do our little trick. Ready to
 
 312 The Game Grows Hotter. 
 
 the air of 'Oh, Give Us a Drink, Bartender.' Let 
 her go !" 
 
 Then the Yale crowd broke into an original song, the 
 words of which were: 
 
 "Oh, hammer it out, Old Eli, Old Eli, 
 
 As you always have, you know ; 
 Fbr it's sure that we're all behind you, behind you, 
 
 And we will cheer you as you go. 
 We're in the game to stay, my lads, my lads, 
 
 We will win it easily, too; 
 So give three cheers for old 'Umpty-eight 
 Three cheers for the boys in blue! 
 "Breka Co ax, Co ax, Co ax ! 
 Breka Co ax, Co ax, Co ax! 
 O up! O up! 
 
 Parabaloo 
 Yale! Yale! Yale! 
 'Rah ! 'rah ! 'rah ! 
 Yale!" 
 
 The enthusiasm which this created was immense, 
 and the next man walked up to the plate filled with de- 
 termination. However, Old Put was shrewd enough 
 to know the man might be too eager, and so he gave 
 the signal for him to take one anyway. 
 
 Coulter was decidedly nervous, as was apparent tr 
 everybody, and it seemed that there was a chance of 
 getting him badly rattled. That was exactly what the 
 Yale crowd was doing its best to accomplish. 
 
 Merriwell crept away from first for a long lead, but 
 it was not easy to get, as Coulter drove him back with 
 sharp throws each time. Then Blossom came near
 
 The Game Grows Hotter. 31} 
 
 being caught napping off second, but was given "safe" 
 on a close decision. 
 
 Suddenly Coulter delivered, and the batter obeyed 
 Old Put and did not offer, although it was right over 
 the heart of the plate. 
 
 "One strike !" was called. 
 
 Now came the time for the attempted double steal 
 that Frank had suggested. Putnam decided to try i> 
 on, and he signaled for it. At the same time he sig- 
 naled the batter to make a swing to bother the catcher, 
 but not to touch the ball. 
 
 Frank pretended to cling close to first, but he was 
 watching for Coulter's slightest preliminary motion in 
 the way of delivery. It came, and Old Put yelled from 
 the coach line, where he had replaced Griswold : 
 
 "Gear!" 
 
 Frank got a beautiful start, and Blossom made a 
 break for third. If Blossom had secured a lead equal 
 to Merriwell's he would have made third easily. As 
 it was, the catcher snapped the ball down with a short- 
 arm throw, and Blossom was caught by a foot. 
 
 Then it was Harvard's turn, and the Cambridge lads 
 made the most of it. A great roar went up, and the 
 crimson seemed to be fluttering everywhere. 
 
 "Har-vard! Har-vard! Har-vard! 'Rah! 'rah! 
 'rah! 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! Har- 
 vard!"
 
 314 The Game Grows Hotter. 
 
 One strike and one ball had been called on the bat- 
 ter, and Merriwell was on second, with one man out. 
 Yale was still longing vainly for scores. It began to 
 look as if they would still be held down, and Coulter 
 was regaining his confidence, 
 
 Frank was aware that something sensational must be 
 done to keep Coulter on the string. He longed for an 
 opportunity to steal third, but knew he would receive 
 a severe call down from Old Put if he failed. Still he 
 was ready to try if he found the opportunity. 
 
 Frank took all the lead he could secure, going up 
 with the shortstop every time the second baseman 
 played off to fill the right field gap. He was so lively 
 on his feet that he could go back ahead of the baseman 
 every time, and Coulter gave up trying to catch him 
 after two attempts. 
 
 Frank took all the ground he could, and seeing the 
 next ball was an outdrop he legged it for third. 
 
 "Slide! slide! slide!" howled the astonished Halli- 
 day, who was still on the coach line at third. 
 
 Frank obeyed, and he went over the ground as if 
 he had been greased for the occasion. He made the 
 steal with safety, having a second to spare. 
 
 Rattleton lost his breath yelling, and the entire Yale 
 crowd howled as one man. The excitement was at 
 fever pitch.
 
 The Game Grows Hotter. 315 
 
 Bob Collingwood was gasping for breath, and he 
 caught hold of Paul Pierson, shouting in his ear : 
 
 "What do you think of that?" 
 
 "Think of it?" returned Pierson. "It was a reck- 
 less piece of work, and Memwell would have got fits 
 if he'd failed." 
 
 "But he didn't fail." 
 
 "No; that lets him out He is working to rattle 
 Coulter, but he took desperate chances. I don't know 
 but it's the only way to win this game." 
 
 "Of course it is." 
 
 "Merriwell is a wonderful runner. I found that 
 out last fall, when I made up as Professor Grant and 
 attempted to relieve him of a turkey he had captured 
 somewhere out in the country. I blocked his road at 
 the start, but he slugged me with the turk and then 
 skipped. I got after him, and you know I can run 
 some. Thought I was going to run him down easily 
 or make him drop the bird ; but I didn't do either and 
 he got away. Oh, he is a sprinter, and it is plain he 
 knows how to steal bases. I believe he is the best 
 bare runner on the freshman team, if he is not too 
 reckless." 
 
 "He is a dandy!" exclaimed Collingwood. "I have 
 thought the fellow was given too much credit, but I've 
 changed my mind. Pierson, I believe he is swift
 
 316 The Game Grows Hotter. 
 
 enough for the regular team. What do you think 
 of it?" 
 
 "I want to see more of his work before I express 
 myself." 
 
 Merriwell's steal had indeed rattled Coulter, who be- 
 came so nervous that he sent the batter down to first 
 on four balls. 
 
 Then, with the first ball delivered to the next man 
 up, the fellow on first struck out for second. 
 
 Merriwell was playing off third, and pretended to 
 make a break for home as the catcher made a short 
 throw to the shortstop, who ran in behind Coulter, took 
 the ball and lined it back to the plate. 
 
 But Frank had whirled about and returned to third, 
 so the play was wasted, and the runner reached second 
 safely. 
 
 Then there was more Yale enthusiasm, and Coulter 
 was so broken up that he gave little Danny Griswold a 
 shoulder ball right over the heart of the plate. 
 
 Griswold "ate" high balls, as the Harvard pitcher 
 very well knew. He did not fail to make connection 
 with this one, and drove it to deep left for two bags, 
 bringing in two runs.
 
 CHAPTER XXIX. 
 
 THE END OF THE GAME. 
 
 Now the New Haven crowd took their turn, and 
 took it in earnest. Rattleton stood upon the shoulders 
 of a friend, and fell off upon the heads of the crowd 
 as he was cheering. He didn't mind that, for he kept 
 right on cheering. 
 
 "Merriwell, I believe you have broken the streak!'* 
 cried Old Put, with inexpressible satisfaction. 
 
 "Well, I sincerely hope so," returned Frank. "I 
 rather think we are all right now, but we've got a 
 hard pull ahead of us. Harvard is still five in the 
 lead, you know." 
 
 "If you can hold them down " 
 
 "I am going to do my best." 
 
 "If you save this game the boys won't do a thing 
 when we get back to New Haven not a thing!" 
 
 The next batter flied out to shortstop, and Griswold 
 remained on second. 
 
 Now there was suspense, for Yale had two men 
 out. A sudden hush fell on the field, broken only by 
 the voices of the two coachers. 
 
 Coulter had not recovered his nerve, and the next
 
 3i8 The End of the Game. 
 
 batter got a safe hit into right field, while Danny Gris- 
 wold's short legs fairly twinkled as he scudded down 
 to third and then tore up the dust in a mighty effort 
 to get home on a single. 
 
 Every Yale man was on his feet cheering again, and 
 Danny certainly covered ground in a remarkable man- 
 ner. Head first he went for the plate. 
 
 The right fielder secured the ball and tried to stop 
 Danny at the plate by a long throw. The throw was 
 all right, but Griswold was making too much speed to 
 be caught. 
 
 The instant Old Put, who had returned to the coach 
 line, saw that the fielder meant to throw home, he 
 howled for the batter to keep right on for second. 
 
 Griswold scored safely, and the catcher lost little 
 time in throwing to second. 
 
 "Slide!' howled a hundred voices. 
 
 The runner obeyed, and he got in under the base- 
 man, who had been forced to take a high throw. 
 
 It is impossible to describe what followed. The 
 most of the Yale spectators acted as if they had gone 
 crazy, and those in sympathy with Harvard showed 
 positive alarm. 
 
 Two or three men got around the captain of the 
 Harvard team and asked him to take out Coulter. 
 
 "Put in Peck!" they urged. "They've got Coulter
 
 The End of the Game. 319 
 
 going, and he will lose the game right here if you do 
 not change." 
 
 At this the captain got angry and told them to get 
 out. When he got ready to change he would do it 
 without anybody's advice. 
 
 Coulter continued to pitch, and the next batter got 
 first on an error by the shortstop. 
 
 "The whole team is going to pieces !" laughed Paul 
 Pierson. "I wouldn't be surprised to see Old Put's 
 boys pull the game out in this inning, for all that two 
 men are out." 
 
 "If they do so, Merriwell is the man who will de- 
 serve the credit/' said Collingwood. "That is dead 
 right." 
 
 "Yes, it is 'right, for he restored confidence and 
 started the work of rattling Coulter." 
 
 "Paul," said the great man of the 'Varsity crew, 
 "that fellow is fast enough for the regular team." 
 
 "You said so before" 
 
 "And I say so again." 
 
 Now it became evident to everybody that Coulter 
 was in a pitiful state, for he could not find the plate at 
 all, and the next man went down on four balls, filling 
 the bases. 
 
 But that was not the end of it The next batter got 
 four balls,, and a score was forced in. 
 
 Then it was seen that Peck, Harvard's change
 
 520 The End of the Game. 
 
 pitcher, was warming up, and it became evident that 
 the captain had decided to put him into the box. 
 
 If the next Yale man had not been altogether too 
 eager to get a hit, there is no telling when the inning 
 would have stopped. He sent a high-fly foul straight 
 into the air, and the catcher succeeded in gathering 
 it in. 
 
 The inning closed with quite a change in the score, 
 Harvard having a lead of but three, where it had been 
 seven in the lead at the end of the sixth. 
 
 "I am afraid they will get on to Merriwell this 
 time," said Sport Harris, with a shake of his head. 
 
 "Hey!" squealed Rattleton, who was quivering all 
 over. "I'll give you a chance to even up with me. 
 I'll bet you twenty that Harvard doesn't score." 
 
 "Oh, well, I'll have to stand you, just for fun," 
 murmured Harris as he extracted a twenty-dollar bill 
 irom the roll it was said rie always carried and handed 
 it to Deacon Dunning. "Shove up your dough, 
 Rattle." 
 
 Harry covered the money promptly, and then he 
 laughed. 
 
 "This cakes the take I mean takes the cake! I 
 never struck such an easy way of making money! I 
 say, fellows, we'll open something after the game, and 
 I'll pay for it with what I win off Harris."
 
 The End of the Game. 321 
 
 "That will be nice," smiled Harris; "but you may 
 riot be loaded with my money after the game." 
 
 The very first batter up, got first on an error by the 
 second baseman who let an easy one go through him. 
 
 "The money is beginning to look my way as soon 
 is this," said Harris. 
 
 "It is looking your way to bid you good-by," 
 chuckled Harry, not in the least disturbed or anxious. 
 
 Merriwell had a way of snapping his left foot out 
 of the box for a throw to first, and it kept the runner 
 hugging the bag all the time. 
 
 Frank also had another trick of holding the ball in 
 his hand and appearing to give his trousers a hitch, 
 upon which he would deliver the ball when neither 
 runner nor batter was expecting him to do so, and yet 
 his delivery was perfectly proper. 
 
 He struck the next man out, and the batter to fol- 
 low hit a weak one to third, who stopped the runner 
 at second. 
 
 Two men were out, and still there was a man on first. 
 Now it looked dark for Harvard that inning, and not 
 a safe hit had been made off Merriwell thus far. 
 
 The Harvard crowd was getting anxious. Was it 
 possible that Merriwell would hold them down so they 
 could not score, and Yale would yet pull out by good 
 work at the bat ? 
 
 The captain said a few words to the next batter be-
 
 322 The End of the Game. 
 
 fore the man went up to the plate, and Frank felt sur 
 the fellow had been advised to take his time. 
 
 Having made up his mind to this, Frank sent a 
 swift straight one directly over, and, as he had ex- 
 pected, the batter let it pass, which caused the umpire 
 to call a strike. 
 
 Still keeping the runner hugging first, Frank seemed 
 to start another ball in exactly the same manner. It 
 was not a straight one, but it was 1 a very slow drop, 
 as the batter discovered after he had commenced to 
 swing. Finding he could not recover, the fellow went 
 after the ball with a scooping movement, and then did 
 not come within several inches of it, greatly to the de- 
 light of the Yale crowd. 
 
 "Oh, Merry has every blooming one of them on a 
 string!" cried Rattleton. "He thon't do a wing to 'em 
 I mean he won't do a thing to 'em." 
 
 The Yale men were singing songs of victory al- 
 ready, and the Harvard crowd was doing its best to 
 keep up the courage of its team by rooting hard. 
 
 It was a most exciting game. 
 
 "The hottest game I ever saw played by freshmen," 
 commented Collingwood. 
 
 "It is a corker," confessed Pierson. "We weren't 
 looking for anything of the sort a short time ago." 
 
 "I should say not. Up to the time Merriwell went 
 in it looked as if Harvard had a walkover."
 
 The End ol the Game. 323 
 
 "Gordon feels bad enough about it, that is plain. 
 He is trying to appear cheerful on the bench, but " 
 
 "He can't stand it any longer; he's leaving." 
 
 That was right Gordon had left the players' 
 bench and was walking away. He tried to look pleased 
 at the way things were going, but the attempt was a 
 failure," 
 
 "Merriwell is the luckiest fellow alive," he thought. 
 **If I had stayed in another inning the game might 
 have changed. He is pitching good ball, but I'm 
 hanged if I can understand why they do not hit him. 
 It looks easy." 
 
 Neither could the Harvard lads thoroughly under- 
 stand it, although there were some who realized that 
 Merriwell was using his head, as well as speed and 
 curves. And he did not use speed all the time. He 
 had a fine change of pace, sandwiching in his slow 
 balls at irregular intervals, but delivering them with 
 what seemed to be exactly the same motion that he 
 used on the speedy ones. 
 
 The fourth batter up struck out, and again Har- 
 vard was retired without a score, which caused the 
 Yale crowd to cheer so that some of the lads got al- 
 most black in the face. 
 
 "Well! well! well!" laughed Rattleton, as Deacon 
 Dunning passed over the money he had been holding. 
 "This is 'like chicking perries I mean picking cher-
 
 324 The End of the Game. 
 
 ries. All I have to do is to reach out and take what I 
 want." 
 
 "If the boys will capture the game I'll be perfectly 
 satisfied to lose," declared Harris, who did not tell the 
 truth, however, for he was chagrined, although he 
 showed not a sign of it. 
 
 "How can we lose? how can we lose?" chuckled 
 Harry. "Things are coming our way, as the country 
 editor said when he was rotten-egged by the mob." 
 
 It really seemed that Yale was out for the game at 
 last, for they kept up their work at the bat, although 
 Peck replaced Coulter in the box for Harvard. 
 
 Merriwell had his turn with the first batter up. 
 One man was out, and there was a man on second. 
 Coulter had warned Peck against giving Merriwell 
 an outcurve. At the same time, knowing Frank had 
 batted to right field before, the fielders played over 
 toward right. 
 
 "So you are on to that, are you?" thought Frank. 
 "Well, it comes full easier for me to crack 'em into left 
 field if I am given an inshoot." 
 
 Two strikes were called on him before he found 
 anything that suited him. Harris was on the point of 
 betting Rattleton odds that Merriwell did not get a 
 hit, when Frank found what he was looking for and 
 sent it sailing into left. It was not a rainbow, so it
 
 The End of the Game. 32^ 
 
 did not give the fielder time to get under it, although 
 he made a sharp run for it 
 
 Then it was that Merriwell seemed to fly around the 
 bases, while the man ahead of him came in and scored. 
 At first the hit had looked like a two-bagger, but there 
 seemed to be a chance of making three out of it as 
 Frank reached second, and the coachers sent him 
 along. He reached third ahead of the ball, and then 
 the Yale crowd on the bleachers did their duty. 
 
 "How do you Harvard chaps like Merriwell's style?" 
 yelled a Yale enthusiast as the cheering subsided. 
 
 Then there was more cheering, and the freshmen 
 of 'Umpty-eight were entirely happy. 
 
 The man who followed Frank promptly flied out 
 to first, which quenched the enthusiasm of the Yale 
 gang somewhat and gave Harvard's admirers an op- 
 portunity to make a noise. 
 
 Frank longed to get in his score, which would leave 
 Harvard with a lead of but one. He felt that he must 
 get home some way. 
 
 Danny Griswold came to the bat 
 
 "Get me home some way, Danny," urged Frank. 
 
 The little shortstop said not a word, but there was 
 determination in his eyes. He grasped his stick firmly 
 and prayed for one of his favorite high balls. 
 
 But Peck kept them low on Danny, who took a 
 strike, and then was pulled on a bad one.
 
 326 The End of the Game. 
 
 With two strikes on him and only one ball, the case 
 looked desperate for Danny. Still he did not lose his 
 nerve. He did not think he could not hit the ball, 
 but he made himself believe that he was bound to hit 
 it. To himself he kept saying : 
 
 "I'll meet it next time I'll meet it sure." 
 
 He knew the folly of trying to kill the ball in such 
 a case, and so when he did swing, his only attempt was 
 to meet it squarely. In this he succeeded, and he sent 
 it over the second baseman's head, but it fell short of 
 the fielder. 
 
 Merriwell came home while Griswold was going 
 down to first. 
 
 And now it needed but one score for Yale to tie 
 Harvard. 
 
 The man who followed Griswold dashed all their 
 hopes by hitting a weak one to short and forcing Danny 
 out at second. 
 
 Harvard cheered their men as they came in from 
 the field. 
 
 "We must make some scores this time, boys," said 
 rhe Harvard captain. "A margin of one will never 
 do, with those fellows hitting anything and every- 
 thing." 
 
 "That's exactly what they are doing," said Peck. 
 "They are getting hits off balls they have no business 
 to strike at"
 
 The End of the Game. 327 
 
 "Oh, you are having your troubles," grinned a 
 friend. 
 
 "Any one is bound to have when batters are picking 
 them off the clouds or out of the dirt. It doesn't 
 make much difference where they are." 
 
 "This man Merriwell can't hold us down as he has 
 done," asserted Dickson, Harvard's first baseman. 
 
 "I don't know; he is pretty cagey," admitted Nort 
 Gibson. 
 
 "I believe he is the best pitcher we'll strike this sea- 
 son," said another. 
 
 "Here, here, you fellows!" broke in the captain. 
 "You are getting down-hearted, and that won't do. 
 We've got this game and we are going to hold it ; but 
 we want to go in to clinch it right here." 
 
 They didn't do much clinching, for although the 
 first man up hit the ball, he got to first on an error 
 by the third baseman, who fumbled in trying to pick 
 it up. 
 
 Blossom was the third baseman, and he was con- 
 fused by his awkwardness, expecting to get a call 
 down. 
 
 "Steady, Bios, old boy !" said Frank, gently. "You 
 are all right. The best of us do those things occa- 
 sionally. It is nothing at all." 
 
 THese words relieved Blossom's feelings and made
 
 328 The End of the Game. 
 
 him vow that he would not let another ball play chase 
 around his feet. 
 
 Frank struck the next man out, and held the runner 
 on first while he was doing it. The third man sent an 
 easy pop-fly to Blossom, who got hold of it and clung 
 to it for dear life. 
 
 Then the runner got second on a passed ball, but he 
 advanced no farther, for the following batter rolled a 
 weak one down to Frank, who gathered it in and threw 
 the man out at first. 
 
 In three innings not a safe hit had been made off 
 Merriwell, and he had struck out five men. No won- 
 der his admirers cheered him wildly as he went to the 
 bench. 
 
 Yale started in to make some scores. The very first 
 man up got a hit and stole second. The next man 
 went to the bat with the determination to slug the ball, 
 but Old Put signaled for a sacrifice, as the man was a 
 good bunt hitter. 
 
 The sacrifice was tried, and it worked, for the man 
 on second got third, although the batter was thrown 
 out at first. 
 
 "Now we need a hit !" cried Put. "It takes one to 
 tie and two to win. A hit ties the game." 
 
 Rattleton offered to bet Harris two to one that Yale 
 would win, but Sport declined the offer. 
 
 "It's our game fast enough," he said. "You are
 
 The End of the Game. 333 
 
 welcome to what you have won off me. I am satis- 
 fied." 
 
 But the game was not won. Amid the most itv 
 tense excitement the next man fouled out 
 
 Then Peck seemed to gather himself to save &c 
 game for Harvard. He got some queer quirks into 
 his delivery, and, almost before the Yale crowd could 
 realize it, two strikes were called on the batter. 
 
 The Yale rooters tried to rattle Peck, but they suc- 
 ceeded in rattling the batter instead, and,, to their un- 
 utterable dismay and horror, he fanned at a third one, 
 missed it, and 
 
 "Batter is out !" cried the umpire. 
 
 Then a great roar for Harvard went up, and the 
 dazed freshmen from New Haven realized they were 
 defeated after all.
 
 CHAPTER XXX. 
 
 RATTLETON IS EXCITED. 
 
 "It wasn't Merriwell's fault that the freshies didn't 
 win," said Bob Collingwood to Paul Pierson as they 
 were riding back to New Haven on the train that night 
 
 "Not a bit of it," agreed Pierson. "I was expecting 
 a great deal of Mem-well, but I believe he is a better 
 man than I thought he could be." 
 
 "Then you have arrived at the conclusion that he is 
 fast enough for the regular team?" 
 
 "I rather think he is." 
 
 "Will you give him a trial?" 
 
 "We may. It is a bad thing for any freshman to 
 get an exalted opinion of himself and his abilities, for 
 it is likely to spoil him. I don't want to spoil Merri- 
 well " 
 
 "Look here," interrupted Collingwood, impulsively. 
 "I am inclined to doubt if it is an easy thing to spoi 1 
 that fellow. He hasn't put on airs since coming tc 
 Yale, has he?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Instead of that, he has lived rather simply far 
 more so than most fellows would if they could afford
 
 Rattleton is Excited. 331 
 
 anything better. He has made friends with everybody 
 who appeared to be white, no matter whether their 
 parents possessed boodle or were poor." 
 
 "That is one secret of Merriwell's popularity. He 
 hasn't shown signs of thinking himself too good to be 
 living." 
 
 "Yet I have it straight that he has a fortune in his 
 own right, and he may live as swell as he likes while he 
 is here. What do you think of that?" 
 
 "It may be true," admitted Pierson. "He is an 
 original sort of chap " 
 
 "But they say there isn't anything small or mean 
 about him," put in Collingwood, swiftly. "He isn't 
 living cheap for economy's sake. You know he doesn't 
 drink." 
 
 "Yes. I have made inquiries about his habits." 
 
 "Still they say he opens wine for his friends now 
 and then, drinking ginger ale, or something of that 
 sort, while they are surrounding fizz, for which he set- 
 tles. And he is liberal in other ways." 
 
 "He is an enigma in some ways." 
 
 "I have heard a wild sort of story about him, but I 
 don't take much stock in it. It is the invention of 
 some fertile brain." 
 
 "What is it?" 
 
 "Oh, a lot of trash about his having traveled all 
 over the world, been captured by pirates and cannibals,
 
 332 Rattleton is Excited. 
 
 fought gorillas and tigers, shot elephants and so forth. 
 Of course that's all rot." 
 
 "Of course. What does he say about it?" 
 
 "Oh, he simply laughs at the stories. If a fellow 
 asks him point-blank if they are true he tells him not 
 to let anybody string him. He seems to regard the 
 whole business as a weak sort of joke that some fel- 
 low is trying to work." 
 
 "Without doubt that's what it is, for he's too young 
 to have had such adventures. Besides that, there's no 
 fellow modest enough to deny it if he had had them." 
 
 "Of course there isn't." 
 
 In this way that point was settled in their minds, 
 for the time, at least. 
 
 There was no band to welcome 'Umpty-eight back to 
 New Haven. No crowd of cheering freshmen was at 
 the station, and those who had gone on to Cambridge 
 to play and to see the game got off quietly very 
 quietly and hurried to their rooms. 
 
 Merriwell was in his room ahead of Rattleton. 
 Harry finally appeared, wearing a sad and doleful 
 countenance. 
 
 "What's the matter, old man?" asked Frank as 
 Harry came in and flung his hat on the floor, after 
 which he dropped upon a chair. "You do not seem to 
 feel well"
 
 Rattleton is Excited. 333 
 
 "I should think you would eel felegant I mean feel 
 elegant !" snapped Harry, glaring at Frank. 
 
 "Oh, what's the use to be all broken up over a littl- 
 thing?" 
 
 "Wow! Little thing!" whooped Harry. "I'd like 
 to know what you call a little thing I would, by jee !" 
 
 "You are excited, my boy. Calm down somewhat." 
 
 "Oh, I am calm !" shouted Harry as he jumped up 
 and kicked the chair flying into a corner. "I am per- 
 fectly calm !" he roared, tearing up and down the room. 
 "I never was calmer in all my life !" 
 
 "You look it!" came in an amused manner from 
 Frank's lips. "You are so very calm that it is abso- 
 lutely soothing and restful to the nerves to observe 
 
 you 
 
 Harry stopped short before Frank, thrust his hands 
 deep into his pockets, hunched his shoulders, thrust his 
 head forward, and glared fiercely into Merriwell's face. 
 
 "There are times when it positively is a crime not to 
 swear," he hoarsely said. "It seems to me that this 
 is one of the times. If you will cuss a little it will re- 
 lieve my feelings immensely." 
 
 "Why don't you swear?" laughed Frank. 
 
 "Why don't I? Poly hoker no, holy poker! I 
 have been swearing all the way from Cambridge tc 
 New Haven, and I have completely run out of pro- 
 ianity."
 
 334 Rattleton is Excited. 
 
 "Well, I think you have done enough for both of us." 
 
 "Oh, indeed! Well, that is hard of me! I came 
 hi here expecting to find you breaking the furniture, 
 and you are as calm and serene as a summer's morning. 
 I tell you, Frank, it is an awful shock ! And you are 
 the one -who should do the most swearing. I can't un- 
 derstand you, hanged if I can !" 
 
 "Well, you know there is an old saw that says it is 
 useless to cry over spilled milk " 
 
 "Confound your old saws! Crying and swearing 
 are two different things. Don't you ever cuss, Frank ?" 
 
 "Never." 
 
 "Well, I'd like to know how you can help it on an 
 occasion like this! That is what gets me." 
 
 "Never having acquired the habit, it is very easy to 
 get along without swearing, which is, beyond a doubt, 
 the most foolish habit a man can get into." 
 
 Rattleton held up both hands, with a look of abso- 
 lute horror on his face. 
 
 "Don't don't preach now !" he protested. "I think 
 the habit of swearing is a blessing sometimes an ab- 
 solute blessing. A man can relieve his feelings that 
 way when he can't any other." 
 
 "You don't seem to have succeeded in relieving your 
 feelings much." 
 
 "I don't? Well, you should have seen me when I 
 got aboard the train! I was at high pressure, and
 
 Rattleton is Excited. 335 
 
 there was absolute danger of an explosion. I just had 
 to open the safety valve and blow off. And I find you 
 as calm as a clock! Oh, Frank, it is too much too 
 much !" and Harry pretended to weep. 
 
 "Go jt, old man," he smiled. "You will feel better 
 pretty soon." 
 
 "I don't know whether I will or not!" snapped 
 Harry. "It was a sheastly bame I mean a beastly 
 shame! That game was ours!" 
 
 "Not quite. It came very near being ours." 
 
 "It was! Why, you actually had it pulled out! 
 You held those fellows down and never gave them a 
 single safe hit! That was wonderful work!" 
 
 "Oh, I don't know. They are not such great bat- 
 ters." 
 
 "Gordon found them pretty fast. I tell you some of 
 those fellows are batters good ones, too." 
 
 "Well, they didn't happen to get onto my delivery." 
 
 "Happen! happen! happen! There was no happen 
 about it. They couldn't get onto you. You had 
 them at your mercy. It was wonderful pitching, and 
 I can lick the gun of a son er son of a gun that says 
 it wasn't!" 
 
 "I had a chance to size every man up while Gordon 
 was pitching, and that gave me the advantage." 
 
 "That makes me tired ! Of course you had time to 
 size them up ; but you couldn't have kept them without
 
 336 Rattleton is Excited. 
 
 a hit if you hadn't been a dandy pitcher. Your mod- 
 esty is simply sickening sometimes !" 
 
 Then Harry pranced up and down the room like aa 
 infuriated tiger, almost gnashing his teeth and foaming 
 at the mouth. 
 
 "If I didn't think I could pitch some I wouldn't try 
 it," said Frank, quietly. "But I am not fool enough 
 to think I am the only one. There are others." 
 
 "Well, they are not freshmen, and I'll tell you that" 
 
 "I don't know about that." 
 
 "I do." 
 
 "All right. Have it as you like it." 
 
 "And you batted like a fiend. Twice at bat and 
 two hits a two-bagger and a three-bagger." 
 
 "A single and a three-bagger, if you please." 
 
 "Well, what's the matter with that? Whee jiz 
 I mean jee whiz! Could anybody ask for anything 
 more? You got the three-bagger just when it was 
 needed most, and you would have saved the game if 
 you had come to the bat in the last inning." 
 
 "You think so, but it is all guesswork. I might have 
 struck out." 
 
 "You might, but you wouldn't. Oh, merry thun- 
 der ! To think that a little single would have tied that 
 game, and we couldn't get it! It actually makes me 
 ill at the pit of my stomach !"
 
 Rattleton is Excited. 337 
 
 The expression on Harry's face seemed to indicate 
 that he told the truth, for he certainly looked ill. 
 
 "Don't take it to heart so, my boy," said Frank. 
 "The poor chaps earned that game, and they ought t 
 have it. We'll win the last one of the series, and that's 
 all we want. Do you want to bury poor old Har- 
 vard?" 
 
 "You can't bury her so deep that she won't crawl 
 out, and you know that. Those fellows are decidedly 
 soon up at Cambridge, and Yale does well to get all 
 she can from them. You can't tell what will happen 
 next game. They have seen you, and they may have 
 a surprise to spring on us. If we pulled this game 
 oft the whole thing would be settled now." 
 
 "Don't think for a moment that I underestimate 
 Harvard. She is Yale's greatest rival and is bound to 
 do us when she can. 
 
 "We made a good bid for the game to-day, but it 
 wasn't our luck to win, and so we may as well swallow 
 our medicine and keep still." 
 
 "It wasn't a case of luck at all," spluttered Harry. 
 "It was sheer bull-headedness, that's what it was ! If 
 Put had put you in long before he did the game might 
 have been saved." 
 
 "He didn't like to pull Gordon out, you see." 
 
 "Well, if he's running this team on sentiment, the 
 sooner he quits the better it will be for the team."
 
 338 Rattleton is Excited. 
 
 Frank said nothing, but he could not help feeling 
 that Harry was right. Managing a ball team is purely 
 a matter of business, and if a manager is afraid to hurt 
 anybody's feelings he is a poor man for the position. 
 
 "Why didn't he put you in in the first place?" asked 
 Harry. 
 
 "I don't know. I suppose he had reasons." 
 
 "Oh, yes, he had reasons ! And I rather think I 
 know what they were. I am sure I do." 
 
 "What were they?" 
 
 "Didn't you expect to pitch the game from the start 
 to-day ?" 
 
 "Yes, I did." 
 
 "I thought so." 
 
 Harry nodded, as if fully satisfied that he under- 
 stood the whole matter. 
 
 "Well," said Frank, a bit sharply, "you have not ex- 
 plained yourself. I am curious to know why I was 
 not put into the box at the start." 
 
 "Well, I am glad to see you show some emotion, if 
 it is nothing more than curiosity. I had begtm to 
 think you would not show as much as that/' 
 
 "Naturally I am curious." 
 
 "Do you know that Paul Pierson, manager of the 
 'Varsity team, went on to see this game?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Why do you suppose he did so?"
 
 Rattleton is Excited. 339 
 
 "Oh, he is acquainted with several Harvard fellows, 
 and I presume he went to see them as much as to see 
 the game." 
 
 "He wasn't with any Harvard fellows at the game." 
 
 "Well, what are you trying to get at ?" 
 
 "Don't be in a hurry," said Harry, who was now 
 speaking with unusual calmness. "You regard Old 
 Put as your friend?" 
 
 "I always have." 
 
 "But you think he didn't use you just right to-day ?" 
 
 "I will confess that I don't like to be used to fall back 
 on with the hope that I may pull out a game somebody 
 else has lost." 
 
 Harry nodded his satisfaction. 
 
 "I knew you would feel that way, unless you had 
 suddenly grown foolish. It's natural and it's right. 
 There is no reason why you shouldn't be the regular 
 pitcher for our team, but still Gordon is regarded as 
 the pitcher, while you are the change pitcher. Frank, 
 there is a nigger in the woodpile." 
 
 "You will have to make yourself clearer than that." 
 
 "Putnam knew that Pierson was going to be pres- 
 ent at the game." 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 "Pierson didn't go on to see any Harvard friends. 
 He couldn't afford the time just at this season with all 
 he has on his hands."
 
 34O Rattleton is Excited. 
 
 "Go on." 
 
 "Putnam knew Pierson was not there to see any 
 Harvard men." 
 
 "Oh, take your time," 
 
 Harry grinned. He was speaking with such de- 
 1 liberation that he did not once twist his words or ex- 
 pressions about, as he often did when excited and in a 
 hurry. 
 
 "That's why you wasn't put in at the start-off," he 
 declared 
 
 "What is why? You will have to make the whole 
 matter plainer than you have so far. It is hazy." 
 
 "Putnam did not want Pierson to see you pitch." 
 
 "He didn't? Why not?" 
 
 "Because Pierson was there for that very purpose." 
 
 "Get out!" 
 
 "I know what I am talking about. You have kept 
 still about it, but Pierson himself has let the cat out of 
 the bag." 
 
 "What cat?" 
 
 "He has told confidentially, you know that he has 
 thoughts of giving you a trial on the regular team. 
 The parties he told repeated it confidentially, you 
 know to others. It finally came to my ears. Old 
 Put heard of it. Now, while Old Put seems to be your 
 friend, he doesn't want to lose you, and he had taken 
 every precaution to keep you in the background. He
 
 Rattleton is Excited. 341 
 
 has made Gordon more prominent, and he has not let 
 you do much pitching for Pierson to see. He per- 
 mitted you to go in to-day because he was afraid Gor- 
 don would go all to pieces, and he knew what a howl 
 would go up if he didn't do something." 
 
 Frank walked up and down the room. He did not 
 permit himself to show any great amount of excite- 
 ment, but there was a dark look on his handsome 
 face that told he was aroused. Harry saw that his 
 roommate was stirred up at last. 
 
 "As I have said," observed Frank, halting and speak- 
 ing grimly. "I have regarded Burnham Putnam as 
 my friend ; but if he has done as you claim for the rea- 
 sons you give he has not shown himself to be very 
 friendly. There is likely to be an understanding be- 
 tween us." 
 
 Rattleton nodded. 
 
 "That's right," he said. "He may deny it, but I 
 know I am not off my trolley. He didn't want Pier- 
 san to see you work because he was afraid you would 
 show up so well that Pierson would nail you for the 
 regular team," 
 
 "And you think that is why I have been kept in the 
 background so much since the season opened ?" 
 
 "I am dead sure of it." 
 
 "Putnam must have a grudge against me." 
 
 "No, Frank ; but he has displayed selfishness in the
 
 342 Rattleton is Excited. 
 
 matter. I believe he has considered you a better man 
 than Gordon all along, and he wanted you on the team 
 to use in case he got into a tight corner. That's why 
 he didn't want Pierson to see you work. He didn't 
 want to lose you. But he was forced to use you to- 
 day, and you must have satisfied Pierson that you 
 know your business." 
 
 "Well, Harry, you have thrown light on dark 
 places. To-morrow I will have a little talk with Put 
 about this matter." 
 
 "That's right," grinned Harry; "and Pierson w 
 liable to have a little talk with you. You'll be on the 
 regular team inside of a week."
 
 CHAPTER XXXI. 
 
 WHAT DITSON WANTED. 
 
 On the following day the great topic of conversa- 
 tion for the class of 'Umpty-eight was the recent ball 
 game. Wherever the freshmen gathered they dis- 
 cussed the game and the work of Gordon and Merri- 
 well. 
 
 Gordon was a free-and-easy sort of fellow, and he 
 had his friends and admirers, some of whom were set 
 in their belief that he was far superior to Merriwell as 
 a pitcher. 
 
 Roland Ditson attempted to argue on two or three 
 occasions in favor of Gordon, but nobody paid atten- 
 tion to what he said, for it was known that he had tried 
 by every possible means to injure Merriwell and had 
 been exposed in a contemptible piece of treachery, so 
 that no one cared to be known as his friend and asso- 
 ciate. 
 
 Whenever Ditson would approach a group of lads 
 and try to get in a few words he would be listened to in 
 stony silence for some moments, and then the entire 
 crowd would turn and walk away, without replying to 
 his remarks or speaking to him at all.
 
 344 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 This would have driven a fellow less sensitive than 
 Ditson to abandon all hope of going through Yale. Of 
 course it cut Ditson, but he would grind his teeth and 
 mutter : 
 
 "Merriwell is to blame for it all, curse him ! 1 won't 
 let him triumph! The time will come when I'll get 
 square with him ! I'll have to stay here in order to get 
 square, and stay here I will, no matter how I am 
 treated." 
 
 Since his duplicity had been made known and his 
 classmates had turned against him Ditson had taken to 
 grinding in a fierce manner, and as a result he had 
 made good progress in his studies. He was deter- 
 mined to stand ahead of Merriwell in that line, at least, 
 and it really seemed that he might succeed, unless 
 Frank gave more time to his studies and less to ath- 
 letics. 
 
 This was not easy for a fellow in MerriwelFs posi- 
 tion and with his ardent love for all sorts of manly 
 sports to do. He gave all the time he could to studies 
 without becoming a greasy grind, but that was not as 
 much as he would have liked. 
 
 To Ditson's disappointment and chagrin Merriwell 
 seemed quite unaware that his enemy stood ahead of 
 him in his classes. Frank seemed to have quite for- 
 gotten that such a person as Roll Ditson existed. 
 
 Ditson was an outcast The fellow with whom he
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 345 
 
 had roomed had left him shortly after his treachery was 
 made public, and he was forced to room alone, as he 
 could get no one to come in with him. 
 
 Roll did not mind this so much, however. He pre- 
 tended that he was far more exclusive than the aver- 
 age freshman, and he tried to imitate the ways of the 
 juniors and seniors, some of whom had swell apart- 
 ments. 
 
 Ditson's parents were wealthy, and they furnished 
 him with plenty of loose change, so that he could cut 
 quite a dash. He had fancied that his money would 
 buy plenty of friends for him. At first, before his real 
 character was known, he had picked up quite a follow- 
 ing, but he posed as a superior, which made him dis- 
 liked by the very ones who helped him spend his money. 
 
 He had hoped to be a leader at Yale, but, to his dis- 
 may, he found that he did not cut much of a figure 
 after all, and Frank Merriwell, a fellow who never 
 drank or smoked, was far more popular. Then it was 
 that Ditson conceived a plot to bring Merriwell into 
 ridicule and at the same time to get in with the enemies 
 of the freshmen the sophomores himself. 
 
 At last he had learned that at Yale a man is not 
 judged so much by the money he spends and the wealth 
 of his parents as by his own manly qualities. 
 
 But Ditson was a sneak by nature, and he could not 
 get over it. If he started out to accomplish anything
 
 346 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 in a square way, he was likely to fancy that it could be 
 done with less trouble in a crooked manner, and his 
 natural instinct would switch him off from the course 
 he should have followed. 
 
 He was not at all fond of Walter Gordon, but he 
 liked him better than he did Merriwell, and it was gall 
 and wormwood for him when he heard how Merriwell 
 had replaced Gordon in trie box at Cambridge and had 
 pitched a marvelous game for three innings. 
 
 "Oh, it's just that fellow's luck!" Roll muttered to 
 himself. "He seems to be lucky in everything he does. 
 The next thing I'll hear is that he is going to pitch on 
 the 'Varsity team." 
 
 He little thought that this was true, but it proved to 
 be. That very day he heard some sophomores talking 
 on the campus, and he lingered near enough to catch 
 their words. 
 
 "Is it actually true, Parker, that Pierson has pub- 
 licly stated that Merriwell is fast enough for the 'Var- 
 sity nine?" asked Tad Horner. 
 
 "That's what it is," nodded Puss Parker, "and I 
 don't know but Pierson is right. I am inclined to 
 think so." 
 
 "Rot!" exclaimed Evan Hartwick, sharply. "I 
 don't take stock in anything of the sort. Merriwell 
 may make a pitcher some day, but he is raw. Why, he
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 347 
 
 would get his eye batted out if he were to go up against 
 Harvard on the regular team." 
 
 "Oh, I don't know about that/' said Andy Emery. 
 "He is pretty smooth people. Is there anybody knows 
 Pierson made such an observation concerning him?" 
 
 "Yes, there is," answered Parker. 
 
 "Who knows it?" 
 
 "I do." 
 
 "Did you hear him?" 
 
 "I did." 
 
 "That settles it." 
 
 "Yes, that settles it!" grated Roland Ditson as he 
 walked away. "Parker didnlt lie, and Pierson has inti- 
 mated that Merriwell may be given a trial on the 'Var- 
 sity nine. If he is given a trial it will be his luck to 
 succeed. He must not be given a trial. How can that 
 be prevented?" 
 
 Then Ditson set himself to devise some scheme to 
 prevent Frank from obtaining a trial on the regular 
 nine. It was not an easy thing to think of a plan that 
 would not involve himself in some way, and he felt 
 that it must never be known that he had anything to do 
 with such a plot. 
 
 That night Ditson might have been seen entering a 
 certain saloon in New Haven, calling one of the bar- 
 keepers aside, and holding a brief whispered conversa- 
 tion with him.
 
 i48 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 "Is Professor Kelley in?" asked Roll. 
 
 "He is, sir," replied the barkeeper. "Do you wish 
 to see him?" 
 
 "Well ahem! yes, if he is alone." 
 
 "I think he is alone. I do not think any of his pu- 
 pils are with him at present, sir." 
 
 "Will you be kind enough to see?" asked Ditson. 
 "This is a personal matter something I want kept 
 quiet." 
 
 The barkeeper disappeared into a back room, was 
 gone a few minutes, and then returned and said : 
 
 "The professor is quite alone. Will you go up, 
 sir?" 
 
 "Y-e-s," said Roll, glancing around, and then mo- 
 tioning for the barkeeper to lead the way. 
 
 He was taken into a back room'and shown a flight of 
 stairs. 
 
 "Knock at the door at the head of the flight," in- 
 structed the barkeeper, and after giving the man some 
 money Ditson went up the stairs. 
 
 "Come in !" called harsh voice when he knocked at 
 the door. 
 
 Ditson found Kelley sitting with his feet on a table, 
 while he smoked a strong-smelling cigar. There were 
 illustrated sporting papers on the table, crumpled and 
 ragged. 
 
 "Well, young feller, watcher want?" demanded the
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 349 
 
 man, without removing his feet from the table or his 
 hat from his head. 
 
 Ditson closed the door. He was very pale and some- 
 what agitated. 
 
 "Are we all alone?" he asked, choking a bit over the 
 question. 
 
 "Dat's wot we are," nodded the professofc 
 
 "Is it a sure thing that our conversation cannot be 
 overheard ?" 
 
 "Dead sure." 
 
 Ditson hesitated. He seemed to find it difficult to 
 express himself just as he desired. 
 
 "Speak right out, chummy," said Kelley in a man- 
 ner intended to be reassuring. "I rudder finks yer 
 wants ter lick some cove, an' yer've come ter me ter 
 put yer in shape ter do der job. Well, you bet yer 
 dough I'm der man ter do dat. How many lessons 
 will yer have?" 
 
 "It is not that at all," declared Roll. 
 
 "Not dat?" cried Kelley in surprise. "Den wot d^ 
 youse want?" 
 
 "Well, you see, it is like this er, like this," faltered 
 Roland. "I I've got an enemy." 
 
 "Well, ain't dat wot I said?" 
 
 "But I don't want to fight him." 
 
 "Oh, I sees ! Yer wants some odder chap ter do dw 
 trick?"
 
 350 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 "Yes, that is it But I want them to more than lick 
 him." 
 
 "More dan lick him ? W'y, yer don't want him 
 killed, does yer?" 
 
 "No," answered Ditson, hoarsely; "but I want his 
 right arm broken." 
 
 "Hey?" 
 
 Down came Buster Kelley's feet from the table, 
 upon which his knuckles fell, and then he arose from 
 the chair, standing in a crouching position, with his 
 hands resting on the table, across which he glared at 
 Roland Ditson. 
 
 "Hey?" he squawked. "Just say dat ag'in, cully." 
 
 Roll was startled, and looked as if he longed to take 
 to his heels and get away as quickly as possible ; but he 
 did not run, and he forced himself to say : 
 
 "This is a case of business, professor. I will pay 
 liberally to have the job done as I want it." 
 
 "An' youse wants a bloke's arm bruck?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Well, dis is a quare deal ! If yer wanted his head 
 bruck it wouldn't s'prise me; but ter want his arm 
 bruck jee !" 
 
 "I don't care if he gets a rap on the head at the same 
 time, but I don't want him killed. I want his right 
 arm broken, and that is the job I am ready to pay for." 
 
 Kelley straightened up somewhat, placed one hand
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 351 
 
 on his hip, while the other rested on the table, crossed 
 his legs, and regarded Ditson steadily with a stare that 
 made Roll very nervous. 
 
 "I might 'a' knowed yer didn't want ter fight him 
 yerself," the professor finally said, and Ditson did not 
 fail to detect the contempt in his face and voice. 
 
 "No, I do not," declared Ditson, an angry flush 
 coming to his face. "He is a scrapper, and I do not 
 think I am his match in a brutal fight." 
 
 "Brutal is good! An' yer wants his arm bruck? 
 Don't propose to give him no show at all, eh ?" 
 
 "I don't care a continental what is done so long as 
 he is fixed as I ask." 
 
 "I s'pose ye're one of them stujent fellers?" 
 
 "Yes, I am a student." 
 
 "An' t'other feller is a stujent?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Dem fellers is easy." 
 
 "Then you will do the job for me, will you?" 
 
 "Naw!" snorted Kelley. "Not on yer nacheral! 
 Wot d'yer take me fer? I don't do notting of dat 
 kind. I've got a repertation to sustain, I has." 
 
 Ditson looked disappointed. 
 
 "I am willing to pay well to have the job done," he 
 sad. 
 
 "Well, yer can find somebody ter do it fer yer."
 
 ^2 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 "But I don't know where to find anybody, pro- 
 fessor." 
 
 Kelley sat down, relighted his cigar, restored his feet 
 to the table, picked up a paper, seemed about to resume 
 reading, and then observed: 
 
 "Dis is no infermation bureau, but I s'pose I might 
 put yer onter a cove dat'd do der trick fer yer if yuse 
 come down heavy wid der stuff." 
 
 "If you will I shall be ever so much obliged." 
 
 "Much erbliged don't bu/no whiskey. Money talks, 
 me boy." 7 
 
 Ditson reached into his pocket and produced some 
 money. 
 
 "I will give you five dollars to tell me of a man who 
 will do the job for me," he said, pulling a five-dollar 
 bill from the roll. 
 
 "Make it ten an' I goes yer/' said Kelley, promptly. 
 
 "Done. Here is your money." 
 
 Ditson handed it over. 
 
 "I'd oughter made it twenty," grumbled the pugilist. 
 "Dis business is outer my line entirely, an' I don't want 
 ter be mixed up in it at all see? I has a repertation 
 ter sustain, an' it wouldn't do fer nobody ter know I 
 ever hed anyt'ing ter do wid such a job as dis." 
 
 "There is no danger that anybody will ever know it," 
 declared Ditson, impatiently. "I will not say anything 
 about it."
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 353 
 
 "Well, yer wants ter see dat yer don't. If yer do, 
 I'll hunt yer up meself, an' I won't do a t'ing ter youse 
 not a t'ing!" 
 
 "Save your threats and come to business. I am im- 
 patient to get away, as I do not care to be seen here by 
 anybody who may drop in." 
 
 "Don't care ter be seen here! I like dat nit ! Bet- 
 ter men dan youse has been here, an' don't yer fergit 
 dat!" 
 
 "Oh, I don't care who has been here ! You have the 
 money. Now tell me where I can find the man I 
 want" 
 
 "D'yer know Plug Kirby ?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Well, he is der feller yer wants," 
 
 "Where can I find him?" 
 
 "I'll give yer his address." 
 
 Kelley took a stub of a pencil out of his vest pocket 
 and wrote with great labor on the margin of one of the 
 papers. This writing he tore off and handed to Dit- 
 son. Then, without another word, he once more re- 
 stored his feet to the top of the table and resumed 
 reading as if there was no one in the room. 
 
 Ditson went out without a word. When he was 
 gone Kelley looked over the top of the paper toward 
 the door and growled : 
 
 "Dat feller's no good! If he'd wanted ter fit der
 
 3 $4 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 odder feller hisself I'd tole him how ter bruck der 
 odder chap's wrist, but he ain't got der sand ter fight 
 a baby. He makes me sad! I'd like ter t'ump him a 
 soaker on de jaw meself." 
 
 That evening Frank went out to call on some friends 
 He was returning to his rooms between ten and eleven, 
 when, as he came to a dark corner, a man suddenly 
 stepped out and said : 
 
 "Give us a light, young feller." 
 
 "I have none," said Frank, attempting to pass. 
 
 "Den give us a match," demanded the man, block- 
 ing the road. 
 
 "As I do not smoke I never carry matches." 
 
 "Well, den, I s'pose I'll have ter go wit'out er light, 
 but you'll take dat!" 
 
 Like a flash the man struck straight and hard at the 
 youth's face. It was a wicked blow, delivered with 
 marvelous swiftness, and must have knocked Frank 
 down if it had landed. 
 
 But Merriwell had suspected all along that it was 
 not a light the man was after, and he had been on the 
 watch for just such a move as was made. For all of 
 the man's swiftness Frank dodged, and the blow passed 
 over his shoulder. 
 
 When Frank ducked he also struck out with his left, 
 which he planted in the pit of the assailant's stomach. 
 
 It was a heavy blow, and for a moment it rounded
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 355 
 
 the man up. Before the ruffian could recover he re- 
 ceived a thump under the ear that made him see stars 
 and sent him sprawling. 
 
 But the man had a hard head, and he hastily got 
 upon his feet, uttering fierce words. He expected to 
 see the youth in full flight, and was astonished to per- 
 ceive that Frank had not taken to his heels. 
 
 With a snarl of fury the wretch rushed at MerriwelL 
 
 Frank dodged again and came up under the man's 
 arm, giving him another heavy blow. Then the man 
 turned, and they sparred for a moment 
 
 "Durned if youse ain't der liveliest kid I ever seen !" 
 muttered the astonished ruffian. "Youse kin fight!" 
 
 "Well, I can fight enough to take care of myself," 
 returned the lad, with something like a laugh. 
 
 Smack! smack! smash! Three blows in rapid suc- 
 cession caused the ruffian to reel and gasp. Then for 
 a few moments the fight was savage and swift. 
 
 It did not last long. The ruffian had been drink- 
 ing, and Frank soon had the best of it. He ended the 
 encounter by striking the man a regular knockout 
 blow, and trie fellow went down in a heap. 
 
 When the ruffian recovered he was astonished to 
 find Frank had not departed, but was bending over 
 him. 
 
 "How do you feel ?" the boy calmly inquired.
 
 356 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 "Say, I'm all broke up !" was the feeble reply. "Are 
 youse der feller wot done me?" 
 
 "I presume I am." 
 
 "Well, wot yer waitin' fer?" 
 
 "To see how badly you are hurt. Your head struck 
 the stones with frightful force when you fell." 
 
 "Did it ? Well, it feels dat way ! Here's a lump as 
 big as yer fist. But wot d'youse care?" 
 
 "I didn't know but your skull was fractured." 
 
 "Wot difference did dat make?" 
 
 "I didn't want you to remain here and suffer with 
 a broken head." 
 
 "Didn't, eh ? An' I tried ter do ye up widout givin : 
 yer any warnin'! Dis is der quarest deal I ever 
 struck ! I was tryin' ter knock yer stiff an' den break 
 year arm." 
 
 "Break my arm ?" 
 
 "Dat's wot I was here fer." 
 
 Frank was interested. 
 
 "Then you were here on purpose to meet me?" 
 
 "Sure, Mike." 
 
 "But why were you going to break my arm?" 
 
 " 'Cause dat's wot I was paid fer v me boy." 
 
 Frank caught hold of the ruffian, who had arisen to 
 a sitting posture and was holding onto his head. 
 
 "Paid for?" cried the boy, excitedly. "Do you mean
 
 What Ditson Wanted. 357 
 
 to tell me that you were paid to waylay me and break 
 my arm?" 
 
 "I didn't mean ter tell yer anyt'ing, but a feller wot 
 kin fight like you kin an' den stay ter see if a chap 
 wot tried ter do him was hurt dat kind of a feller 
 oughter be told." 
 
 "Then tell me tell me all about it," urged Merri- 
 well. 
 
 "Dere ain't much ter tell. Some sneak wanted yer 
 arm broke, an' he came ter me ter do der job. He paid 
 me twenty ter lay fer youse an' fix yer. I was hard 
 up an' I took der job, dough I didn't like it much. Den 
 he put me onter yer, an' I follored yer ter der house 
 where youse went dis evenin'. I watched till yer comes 
 out, and den I skips roun' ter head yer off. yere. I 
 heads yer an' asks fer a light. Youse knows der rest 
 better dan wot I does." 
 
 "Well, this is decidedly interesting! So I have an 
 enemy who wants my arm broken?" 
 
 "Yes, yer right arm." 
 
 "That would fix me so I'd never pitch any more." 
 
 "Dat's wot's likely, if ye're a pitcher." 
 
 "Would you know the person who hired you if you 
 were to see him again?" 
 
 "Sure." 
 
 "Did he give you his name?" 
 
 "Dat's wot he did."
 
 358 What Ditson Wanted. 
 
 "Ha! That's what I want! See here! Tell me 
 his name, or by the gods of war I will see that you are 
 arrested and shoved for this night's work!" 
 
 "An' you will let me off if I tells?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Swear it." 
 
 "I swear it!" 
 
 "You won't make a complaint agin' me?" 
 
 "I will not." 
 
 "Well, den, yere's his card wot he give me." 
 
 The ruffian fumbled in his pocket and took out a 
 card, which he passed to Frank, who eagerly grasped it. 
 
 "Here's a match, me boy," said the man. "I had a 
 pocketful w'en I braced yer for one." 
 
 He passed a match to Frank, who hastily struck it 
 on a stone and then held it so that he could read the 
 name that was engraved on the card in his fingers. 
 
 A cry of astonishment broke from Merriwell's lips, 
 and both card and match fell from his fingers to the 
 ground. 
 
 This is the name he had read upon the card : 
 
 "Mr. Burnham Putnam."
 
 CHAPTER XXXII. 
 
 D1TSON IS TRAPPED. 
 
 "It don't make a dit of bifference, Frank !" spluttered 
 Harry Rattleton. "I don't care if you have got his 
 card! That thug lied like blazes! Putnam may be 
 selfish he may have other faults, but he never hired 
 anybody to break your arm." 
 
 "I cannot think he would do such a thing myself," 
 said Frank; "but this Plug Kirby, as he is called, 
 seemed honest and in earnest. He stands ready to 
 identify the fellow at any time." 
 
 "Then why not settle it by bringing him before Put- 
 nam this very afternoon? That's the way to mix the 
 fatter I mean fix the matter." 
 
 "It is a good idea, Harry, and we will have to carry 
 it out. I'll need your assistance." 
 
 "You shall have it, old man." 
 
 So Frank and Harry arranged to bring Putnam and 
 his accuser together that afternoon, it being the day 
 after the assault on Merriwell. Frank was to look 
 out for Kirby while Harry brought Putnam along to 
 the saloon over which Buster Kelley had rooms. 
 
 Frank and Kirby were there in advance, and they sat
 
 360 Ditson is Trapped. 
 
 down in a corner, where they were not likely to be ob- 
 served by anybody who entered. 
 
 Kirby's face was cut and scarred where he had felt 
 Frank's hard fists, and the tough looked on the cool 
 lad with genuine respect and admiration. 
 
 "I wants yer ter understan' dat I'd never gone inter 
 dat game if I hadn't been hard up an' in a bad way," 
 he said, trying to apologize for himself. "Tings have 
 been runnin' agin' me, an' I've been on de rocks fer a, 
 long time, an' I didn't know how I was ter make a haul 
 any easier dan by breakin' a kid's arm. It warn't no 
 killin' matter nohow, an' so I took der job. I never 
 s'pected I was ter run up agin' anyt'ing like wot you 
 are. If I had, why, wild hosses wouldn't get me tei 
 tried "it." 
 
 "My enemy knew enough not to meet me himself." 
 
 "Dat's right, an' now I want ter git square wid him 
 fer steerin' me up agin' anyt'ing of der sort Wot yer 
 goin' ter do wid him break his neck ?" 
 
 "I have not decided what I shall do, but I shall not 
 lay a hand on him." 
 
 "Yer won't?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Well, I would if I was in your place. I'd t'ump 
 der everlastin' stuffin' outer der bloke dat's wot!" 
 
 "If it is the man whose name is on the card that
 
 Ditson is Trapped. 361 
 
 was given you I shall be sorry for him, for I have al- 
 ways believed him to be a white man." 
 
 "An'yer'llbesorry?" 
 
 "I will." 
 
 "Well, ye're der funniest cove wot I ever saw. 
 Arter ye hed knocked der wind outer me, ye stayed 
 eround ter see dat I wasn't hurt too bad, w'en any- 
 body else would 'a' kicked me inter der gutter an' left 
 me. An' now youse say dat you'll be sorry fer der 
 'feller wot hired me ter do yer ! I'd like ter know jes' 
 how ye're put up." 
 
 "I can't help being sorry to know that a fellow I 
 have considered white and a friend is crooked and an 
 enemy, if it is to prove that way." 
 
 "Say, young feller, I likes you, durn me ef I don't! 
 If you ever has anyt'ing ye wants done, jes' come ter 
 me, an' I'll do it if I kin, an' I won't charge yer nottin'." 
 
 "Thank you," smiled Frank; "but I do not fancy I 
 shall have anything in your line. While we are talk- 
 ing, though, let me give you some advice. Turn over 
 a new leaf and try to be on the level. You will find it 
 the best policy in the long run." 
 
 "I t'ink ye're right, an' I'm goin' ter try ter do it. 
 I allus did hate ter work, but if I kin git any kind of a 
 job I'm goin' ter try it once more. I don't know w'y 
 it is, but jes' bein' wid youse makes me want ter do der 
 square t'ing."
 
 362 Ditson is Trapped. 
 
 Frank might well have felt pleased that he exercised 
 such an influence over a man like Plug Kirby. 
 
 The door opened and Rattleton came into the saloon, 
 followed by Old Put and Dismal Jones. 
 
 "Come on, Kirby," said Frank, quietly. "Here is 
 the man we are waiting for." 
 
 Putnam had halted near the bar, a puzzled look on 
 his face, and Frank heard him say to Harry : 
 
 "What in the world did you drag me in here for, 
 old man? You know I am not drinking anything 
 now, and " 
 
 "As I told you," interrupted Harry, grimly, "I 
 brought you in to see a man. Here he is." 
 
 Frank and the rough had come up behind Putnam, 
 who now turned, and, with still greater astonishment, 
 cried : 
 
 "What Merriwell? What in the world are you 
 doing in tHis place?" 
 
 "Permit me to introduce you to Mr. Plug Kirby 
 Mr. Burnham Putnam. Have you ever met the man 
 before." 
 
 Old Put drew back, staring at the ruffian in aston- 
 ishment. 
 
 "What in blazes is this?" he gasped. "Is it a joke?" 
 
 "No joke," returned Frank, sternly. "It is a mat- 
 ter of business. Mr. Kirby, have you ever met Mr. 
 Putnam before?"
 
 Ditson is Trapped. 363 
 
 "Naw!" cried the man. "Dis ain't der cove wot 
 come ter me ter do der job. Dis is anodder feller." 
 
 "You are sure?" demanded Frank, with an expres- 
 sion of positive relief. "His name was on the card 
 you gave me." 
 
 "I don't care if it was, dis ainlt der feller wot give 
 der card ter me, not by a great big lot." 
 
 "Well, I am glad of that!" cried Frank, and he 
 grasped Putnam's hand. "It is a great relief." 
 
 "Didn't I tell you !" almost shouted Harry. 
 
 "Well, now, I want to know what all this is about," 
 said Old Put, who was greatly puzzled. "I am all at 
 sea." 
 
 Without hesitation Frank explained how a person 
 had hired Plug Kirby to break "his arm and what the 
 result had been ; how the person who made the bargain 
 had given a card on which Putnam's name was en- 
 graved. Frank took the card from his pocket and 
 Putnam said it was one of his regular visiting cards. 
 
 "Some fellow has been working on my name in 
 order to hide his own identity!" cried Put, who was 
 greatly angered. "Oh, I'd like to get hold of the 
 skunk !" 
 
 At this moment the door which led to the back room 
 opened, and Roland Ditson, who had again visited 
 Buster Kelley, came into the saloon. He started back
 
 364 Ditson is Trapped. 
 
 when he saw the little group of students, but Plug 
 Kirby saw his face and hoarsely exclaimed : 
 
 "Dere's der mug now! Dat's der feller wot hired 
 me an' give me der card! I'll swear ter dat!" 
 
 Seeing there was no way out of it, Roll came for- 
 ward. He was rather pale, but he succeeded in put- 
 ting on a front. 
 
 "Hello, fellows!" he cried. "What are you doing 
 in here?" 
 
 Merriwell had him by the collar in a twinkling. 
 
 "Looking for you," he said, "and we have found 
 you ! So you are the chap who hired this man to break 
 my arm in order to fix me so I couldn't pitch any 
 more ! Well, I declare I didn't think anything quite as 
 low as that even of you !" 
 
 Ditson protested his innocence. He even called 
 Kirby a liar, and Frank was forced to keep the ruffian 
 from hammering him. He swore it was some kind of. 
 a plot to injure him, and he called on the boys to know 
 if they would take the word of a wretch like Kirby in 
 preference to his. 
 
 "Oh, get out!" exclaimed Putnam in disgust. 
 "Take my advice and leave Yale at once. If you do 
 not, I'll publish the whole story, and you will find your- 
 self run out. Go!" 
 
 Ditson sneaked away.
 
 CHAPTER XXXIII. 
 "PLAY BALL!" 
 
 Before night Merriwell received an appealing letter 
 from Ditson, in which the young scapegrace protested 
 his sorrow and entreated Frank to do what he could 
 to keep the matter quiet, so he would not be forced to 
 leave Yale. 
 
 Ditson declared it would break his mother's heart 
 if he failed to complete his course at Yale. Over and 
 over he entreated forgiveness, telling how sorry he was 
 that he had ever tried to injure Merriwell in any way, 
 and declaring that, if Frank would forgive and forget, 
 he would never cause him any further trouble. 
 
 Frank pondered over the letter so long, and with 
 such a serious look on his face, that Harry asked him 
 what he had struck. Then Merriwell read it to his 
 roommate. 
 
 "Oh, what a snizerable meak I mean miserable 
 sneak, that fellow is!" exclaimed Harry. "He goes 
 into a dirty piece of business like this, and then he gets 
 down and crawls actually crawls !" 
 
 "I have no doubt but his mother is proud of him," 
 said Frank. "He says he is an only son. It is his
 
 366 "Play Ball !" 
 
 mother, not Ditson, I am thinking about. I do not 
 wish to cause her so much pain." 
 
 "Oh, come off! If a fellow is such a snake as Dit- 
 son, he must get it from his parents on one side or 
 the other. Perhaps his mother is not so good." 
 
 "I do not wish to think that of any fellow's mother. 
 I much prefer to think that he takes all his bad quali- 
 ties from the other side of the house. I remember 
 my own mother the dearest, gentlest, sweetest woman 
 in all the world! How she loved me! How proud 
 she was of me ! All the better part of my nature I owe 
 to her, God bless tier!" 
 
 Frank spoke with deep feeling, and Rattleton was 
 touched and silenced. Merriwell arose and walked 
 the floor, and there was an expression of the utmost 
 tenderness and adoration on his face a look that 
 brought something like a mist to Harry's eyes. Frank 
 seemed to have forgotten his companion, and he gently 
 murmured : 
 
 "My angel mother!" 
 
 That was too much for Harry, and he coughed hus- 
 kily, in an attempt to break the spell without being 
 rude. Frank immediately turned, and said : 
 
 "I beg your pardon, old man. I forgot myself, for 
 a moment." 
 
 "Oh, don't pard my begoner that is, begon my
 
 "Play Ball!" 367 
 
 pard no, I mean peg my bardon ! Hang it all ! I'm 
 all twisted ! I don't know what I am trying to say !" 
 
 In confusion Harry got up and went to look out of 
 the window. 
 
 "Jeewhittaker ! I'm glad Merry don't get this way 
 often!" he thought. "Never knew him to do it be- 
 fore." 
 
 After some moments Frank declared : 
 
 "I am going to try to hush this Ditson matter up, 
 Harry." 
 
 "You are?" 
 
 "Yes, for the sake of Ditson's mother. I want you 
 to help me. We'll go see Putnam and Jones. If they 
 have told anybody, we'll see the others. I am the one 
 who has the greatest cause for complaint, and if I am 
 willing to drop it, I am sure Putnam should be. Come 
 on, old man. Let's not lose any time." 
 
 "Well, I suppose you are right," admitted Harry, as 
 he reached for his cap. "But there's not another per- 
 son on top of the earth who could induce me to keep 
 still in such a case. It is a second offense, too." 
 
 So they went out together, and searched for Putnam 
 and Jones. 
 
 At first Putnam was obstinate, and utterly refused 
 to let Ditson off; but Frank took him aside, and talked 
 earnestly to him for fifteen minutes, finally securing 
 his promise to keep silent. It was not difficult to
 
 J68 "Play Ball ! fl 
 
 silence Jones, and so the matter was hushed up for 
 the time. Nothing was said to Ditson, who was left 
 in suspense as to what course would be pursued. 
 
 A day or two later came the very thing 1 that had 
 been anticipated and discussed, since the freshman 
 game at Cambridge. Merriwell was selected as one 
 of the pitchers on the 'Varsity nine, and the freshmen 
 lost him from their team. 
 
 Putnam came out frankly and confessed that he had 
 feared something of the kind, all along, and Frank 
 was in no mood to kick over his past treatment, so 
 nothing was said on that point. 
 
 In the first game against a weaker team than Har- 
 vard, Merriwell was tried in the box and pitched a 
 superb game, which Yale won in a walk. 
 
 Big Hugh Heffiner, the regular pitcher, whose arm 
 was in a bad way, complimented Merriwell on his 
 work, which he said was "simply great." 
 
 Of course Frank felt well, as for him there was no 
 sport he admired so much as baseball ; but he remained 
 the same old Merriwell, and his freshmen comrades 
 could not see the least change in his manner. 
 
 The second game of the series with Harvard came 
 off within a week, but Frank got cold in his arm, and 
 he was not in the best possible condition to go into the 
 box. This he told Pierson, and as Heffiner had almost 
 entirely recovered, Frank was left on the bench.
 
 "Play Ball I" 369 
 
 The 'Varsity team had another pitcher, who was 
 known as Dad Hicks. He was a man about twenty- 
 eight years old, and looked even older, hence the nick- 
 name of Dad. 
 
 This man was most erratic and could not be relied 
 upon. Sometimes he would do brilliant work, and at 
 other time children could have batted him all over the 
 lot. He was used only in desperate emergencies, and 
 could not be counted on in a pinch. 
 
 During the whole of the second game with Harvard 
 Frank sat on the bench, ready to go into the box if 
 called on. At first it looked as if he would have to go 
 in, for the Harvard boys fell upon Heffiner and 
 pounded him severely for two innings. Then Hugh 
 braced up and pitched the game through to the end in 
 brilliant style, Yale winning by a score of ten to seven. 
 
 Heffiner, however, was forced to bathe his arm in 
 witch hazel frequently, and as he went toward the box 
 for the last time he said to Frank with a rueful smile : 
 
 "You'll have to get into shape to pitch the last game 
 of the series with these chaps. My arm is the same 
 as gone now, and I'll finish it this inning. We must 
 win this game anyway, regardless of arms, so here 
 goes." 
 
 He could barely get the balls over the plate, but he 
 used his head in a wonderful manner, and the slow 
 ball proved a complete puzzle for Harvard after they
 
 370 "Play Ball !" 
 
 had been batting speed all through the game, so the) 
 got but one safe hit off Heffiner that inning and no 
 scores. 
 
 There was a wild jubilee at Yale that night A bon- 
 fire was built on the campus, and the students ble* 
 horns, sang songs, cheered for "good old Yale," anc 
 had a real lively time. 
 
 One or two of the envious ones asked about Merri- 
 well why he was not allowed to pitch. Even Hart- 
 wick, a sophomore who had disliked Frank from the 
 first, more than hinted that the freshman pitcher was 
 being made sport of, and that he would not be allowed 
 to go into the box when Yale was playing a team of 
 any consequence. 
 
 Jack Diamond overheard the remark, and he 
 promptly offered to bet Hartwick any sum that Merri- 
 well would pitch the next game against Harvard. 
 
 Diamond was a freshman, and so he received a call- 
 ing down from Hartwick, who told him he was alto- 
 gether too new. But as Hartwick strolled away, Dia- 
 mond quietly said : 
 
 "I may be new, sir, but I back up any talk I make. 
 There are others who do not, sir." 
 
 Hartwick made no reply. 
 
 As the third and final game of the series was to be 
 played on neutral ground, there had been some disa-
 
 "Play Ball!" 371 
 
 greement about the location, but Springfield had finally 
 been decided upon, and accepted by Yale and Harvard. 
 
 Frank did his best to keep his arm in good condition 
 for that game, something which Pierson approved. : 
 Hicks was used as much as possible in all other games, 
 but Frank found it necessary to pull one or two off the 
 coals for him. 
 
 Hemner had indeed used his arm up in the grand 
 struggle to win the second game from Harvard the 
 game that it was absolutely necessary for Yale to se- 
 cure. He tended that arm as if it were a baby, but it 
 had been strained severely and it came into shape very 
 slowly. As soon as possible he tried to do a little 
 throwing every day, but it was some time before he 
 could get a ball more than ten or fifteen feet. 
 
 It became generally known that Merriwell would 
 have to pitch at Springfield, beyond a doubt, and the 
 greatest anxiety was felt at Yale. Every man had 
 confidence in Heffiner, but it was believed by the ma- 
 jority that the freshman was still raw, and therefore 
 was liable to make a wretched fizzle of it. 
 
 Heffiner did not think ao. He coached Merriwell 
 almost every day, and his confidence in Frank in- 
 creased. 
 
 "The boy is all right/' was all he would say about 
 it, but that did not satisfy the anxious ones.
 
 372 "Play Ball I" 
 
 During the week before the deciding game was to 
 come off Heffiner's arm improved more rapidly than it 
 had at any time before, and scores of men urged Pier- 
 son to put Old Reliable, as Hugh was sometimes called, 
 into the box. 
 
 A big crowd went up to Springfield on the day of 
 the great game, but the "sons of Old Eli" were far 
 from confident, although they were determined to root 
 for their team to the last gasp. 
 
 The most disquieting rumors had been afloat con- 
 cerning Harvard. It was said her team was in a third 
 better condition than at the opening of the season, 
 when she took the first game from Yale; and it could 
 not be claimed with honesty that the Yale team was 
 apparently in any better shape. Although she had 
 won the second game of the series with Harvard, her 
 progress had not been satisfactory. 
 
 A monster crowd had gathered to witness the de- 
 ciding game. Blue and crimson were the prevailing 
 colors. On the bleachers at one side of the grand- 
 stand sat hundreds upon hundreds of Harvard men, 
 cheering all together and being answered by the hun- 
 dreds of Yale men on the other side of the grand stand. 
 There were plenty of ladies and citizens present and 
 the scene was inspiring. A band of music served to
 
 "Play Ball I" 373 
 
 quicken the blood in the veins which were already 
 throbbing. 
 
 There was short preliminary practice, and then at 
 exactly three o'clock the umpire walked down behind 
 the home plate and called: "Hay bail!"
 
 CHAPTER XXXIV. 
 
 A HOT FINISH. 
 
 Yale took the field, and as the boys in blue trotted 
 out, the familiar Yale yell broke from hundreds of 
 throats. Blue pennants were wildly fluttering, the 
 band was playing a lively air, and for the moment it 
 seemed as if the sympathy of the majority of the spec- 
 tators was with Yale. 
 
 But when Hinkley, Harvard's great single hitter, 
 who always headed the batting list, walked out with 
 his pet "wagon tongue, " a different sound swept over 
 the multitude, and the air seemed filled with crimson 
 pennants. 
 
 Merriwell went into the box, and the umpire broke 
 open a pasteboard box, brought out a ball that was 
 wrapped in tin foil, removed the covering, and tossed 
 the snowy sphere to the freshman pitcher Yale had so 
 audaciously stacked up against Harvard. 
 
 Frank looked the box over, examined the rubber 
 plate, and seemed to make himself familiar with ever} 
 inch of the grotmd in his vicinity. Then he facec 
 Hinkley, and a moment later delivered the first ball 
 
 Hinklejf smashed it on the nose, and k was post
 
 A Hot Finish. 375 
 
 Merriwell in a second, skipping along the ground and 
 passing over second base just beyond the baseman's 
 reach, although he made a good run for it. 
 
 The center fielder secured the ball and returned it to 
 second, but Hinkley had made a safe single off the 
 very first ball delivered. 
 
 Harvard roared, while the Yale crowd was silent. 
 
 A great mob of freshmen was up from New Haven 
 to see the game and watch Merriwell's work, and 
 some of them immediately expressed 'disappointment 
 and dismay. 
 
 "Here is where Merriwell meets his Waterloo," said 
 Sport Harris. "He'll be batted out before the game 
 is fairly begun." 
 
 That was quite enough to arouse Rattleton, who 
 heard the remark. 
 
 "I'll bet you ten dollars he isn't batted out at all,"' 
 spluttered Harry, fiercely. "Here's my money, too!" 
 
 "Make it twenty-five and I will go you," drawled 
 Harris. 
 
 "All right, I'll make it twenty-five." 
 
 The money was staked. 
 
 Derry, also a heavy hitter, was second on Harvard's 
 list. Derry had a bat that was as long and as large 
 as the regulations would permit, and as heavy as lead ; 
 yet, despite the weight of the stick, the strapping Vcr- 
 tnonter handled it as if it were a feather.
 
 376 A Hot Finish. 
 
 Frank sent up a coaxer, but Derry refused to be 
 coaxed. The second ball was high, but Derry cracked 
 it for two bags, and Hinkley got around to third. 
 
 It began to seem as if Merriwell would be batted out 
 in the first inning, and the Yale crowd looked weary 
 and disgusted at the start. 
 
 The next batter fouled out, however, and the next 
 one sent a red-hot liner directly at Merriwell. There 
 was no time to get out of the way, so Frank caught 
 it, snapped the ball to third, found Hinkley off the bag, 
 and retired the side without a score. 
 
 This termination of the first half of the inning was 
 so swift and unexpected that it took some seconds for 
 the spectators to realize what had happened. When 
 they did, however, Yale was wildly cheered. 
 
 "What do you think about it now, Harris?" de- 
 manded Harry, exultantly. 
 
 "I think Merriwell saved his neck by a dead lucky 
 catch," was the answer. "If he had missed that ball 
 he would have been removed within five minutes." 
 
 Pierson, who was sitting on the bench, was looking 
 doubtful, and he held a consultation with Costigan, 
 captain of the team, as soon as the latter came in from 
 third base. 
 
 Costigan asked Frank how he felt, and Merriwell 
 replied that he had never felt better in his life, so it
 
 A Hot Finish. 377 
 
 was decided to let him see what he could do in the box 
 the next inning. 
 
 Yedding, who was in the box for Harvard, could 
 not have been in better condition, and the first three 
 Yale men to face him went out in one-two-three order, 
 making the first inning a whitewash for both sides. 
 
 As Merriwell went into the box the second time 
 there were cries for Heffiner, who was on the bench, 
 ready to pitch if forced to do so, for all of the fact that 
 it might ruin his arm forever, so far as ball playing 
 was concerned. 
 
 In trying to deceive the first man up Merriwell gave 
 him three balls in succession. Then he was forced to 
 put them over. He knew the batter would take one or 
 two, and so he sent two straight, swift ones directly 
 over, and two strikes were called. 
 
 Then came the critical moment, for the next ball 
 pitched would settle the matter. Frank sent in a rise 
 and the batter struck at it, missed it, and was declared 
 out, the ball having landed with a "plunk" in the hands 
 of the catcher. 
 
 The next batter got first on a single, but the third 
 man sent an easy one to Frank, who gathered it in, 
 threw the runner out at second, and the second base- 
 man sent the ball to first in time to retire the side on a 
 double play. 
 
 "You are all right, Merriwell, old man," enthusias-
 
 378 A Hot Finish. 
 
 tically declared Heffiner, as Frank came in to the 
 bench. "They haven't been able to score off you yet, 
 and they won't be able to touch you at all after you get 
 into gear." 
 
 Pierson was relieved, and Costigan looked well sat- 
 isfied. 
 
 "Now we must have some scores, boys," said the 
 captain. 
 
 But Yedding showed that he was out for blood, for 
 he allowed but one safe hit, and again retired Yale 
 without a score. 
 
 Surely it was a hot game, and excitement was run- 
 ning high. Would Harvard be able to score the next 
 time? That was the question everybody was asking. 
 
 Yedding came to the bat in this inning, and Merri- 
 well struck him out with ease, while not another man 
 got a safe hit, although one got first on the shortstop's 
 error. 
 
 The Yale crowd cheered like Indians when Harvard 
 was shut out for the third time, the freshmen seeming 
 to yell louder than all the others. They originated a 
 cry which was like this : 
 
 "He is doing very well! Who? Why, Merriwell!" 
 
 Merriwell was the first man up, and Yedding did his 
 best to get square by striking the freshman out. In 
 this he was successful, much to his satisfaction.
 
 A Hot Finish. 379 
 
 But no man got a hit, and the third inning ended as 
 had the others, neither side having made a run. 
 
 The fourth opened in breathless suspense, but it was 
 quickly over, neither side getting a man beyond second. 
 
 It did not seem possible that this thing could con- 
 tinue much longer, but the fifth inning brought the 
 same result, although Yale succeeded in getting a man 
 to third with only one out. An attempt to sacrifice 
 him home failed, and a double play was made, retiring 
 the side. 
 
 Harvard opened the sixth by batting a ball straight 
 at Yale's shortstop, who played tag with it, chasing it 
 around his feet long enough to allow the batter to 
 reach first. It was not a hit, but an error for short 
 
 This seemed to break the Yale team up somewhat. 
 The runner tried for second on the first ball pitched, 
 and Yale's catcher overthrew, although he had plenty 
 of time to catch the man. The runner kept on to third 
 and got it on a slide. 
 
 Now Harvard rejoiced. Although he had not ob- 
 tained a hit, the man had reached third on two errors, 
 and there was every prospect of scoring. 
 
 Merriwell did not seem to lose his temper or his 
 coolness. He took plenty of time to let everybody get 
 quieted down, and then he quickly struck out the next 
 man. The third man, however, managed to hit the 
 ball fairly and knocked a fly into left field. It was
 
 }8o A Hot Finish. 
 
 gathered in easily, but the man on third held the bag 
 till the fly was caught and made a desperate dash for 
 home. 
 
 The left fielder threw well, and the ball struck in the 
 catcher's mitt. It did not stick, however, and the 
 catcher lost the only opportunity to stop the score. 
 
 Harvard had scored at last! 
 
 The Harvard cheer rent the air, and crimson flut- 
 tered on all sides. 
 
 Frank struck out the next man, and then Yale came 
 to bat, resolved to do or die. But they did not do 
 much. Yedding was as good as ever, and the fielders 
 gathered in anything that came their way. 
 
 At the end of the eighth inning the score remained 
 one to nothing in Harvard's favor. It looked as if 
 Yale would receive a shut out, and that was something 
 awful to contemplate. The "sons of Old Eli" were 
 ready to do anything to win a score or two. 
 
 In the first half of the ninth Harvard went at it to 
 make some more runs. One man got a hit, stole sec- 
 ond, 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. He 
 tricked the man on third into getting off the bag and
 
 A Hot Finish. 381 
 
 then threw him out in a way that brought a yell of de- 
 light from Yale men. That fixed it so the next batter 
 eould not sacrifice with the object of letting the man 
 on third home. Then he got down to business, and 
 Harvard was whitewashed for the last time. 
 
 "Oh, if Yale can score now !" muttered hundreds. 
 
 The first man up flied out to center, and the next 
 man was thrown out at first That seemed to settle it. 
 The spectators were making preparations to leave.. 
 The Yale bat-tender, with his face long and doleful,, 
 was gathering up the sticks. 
 
 What's that? The next man got a safe hit, a single 
 that placed him on first. Then Frank Merriwell was 
 seen carefully selecting a bat. 
 
 "Oh, if he were a heavy hitter!" groaned many 
 voices. 
 
 Yedding was confident much too confident. He 
 laughed in Frank's face. He did not think it neces- 
 sary to watch the man on first closely, and so that man 
 found an opportunity to steal second. 
 
 Two strikes and two balls had been called. Then 
 Yedding sent in a swift one to cut the inside corner. 
 Merriwell swung at it. 
 
 Crack ! Bat and ball met fairly, and away sailed the 
 sphere over the head of the shortstop. 
 
 "Run!" 
 
 That word was a roar. No need to tell Frank to
 
 382 A Hot Finish. 
 
 run. In a moment he was scudding down to first, 
 while the left fielder was going back for the ball which 
 had passed beyond his reach. Frank kept on for sec- 
 ond. There was so much noise he could not hear the 
 coachers, but he saw the fielder had not secured the 
 ball. He made third, and the excited coacher sent 
 him home with a furious gesture. 
 
 Every man, woman and child was standing. It 
 seemed as if every one was shouting and waving flags, 
 hats, or handkerchiefs. It was a moment of such 
 thrilling, nerve-tingling excitement as is seldom expe- 
 rienced. If Merriwell reached home Yale won; if he 
 failed, the score was tied, for the man in advance had 
 scored. 
 
 The fielder had secured the ball, he drove it to the 
 shortstop, and shortstop whirled and sent it whistling 
 home. The catcher was ready to stop Merriwell. 
 , "Slide!" 
 
 That word Frank heard above all the commotion. 
 He did slide. Forward he scooted in a cloud of dust. 
 The catcher got the ball and put it onto Frank an in- 
 stant too late! 
 
 A sudden silence, 
 
 "Safe home!" rang the voice of the umpire. 
 
 Then another roar, louder, wilder, full of unbounded 
 joy ! The Yale cheer ! The band drowned by all the 
 uproar! The sight of sturdy lads in blue, delirious
 
 A Hot Finish. 383 
 
 with delight, hugging a dust-covered youth, lifting him 
 to their shoulders, and bearing him away in triumph. 
 Merriwell had won his own game, and his record was 
 made. It was a glorious finish! 
 
 "Never saw anything better," declared Harry. 
 "Frank, you are a wonder!" 
 
 "He is that!" declared several others. "Old Yale 
 can't get along without him." 
 
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