Tip Top Weekly No. 52: Frank Merriwell's Dash — page 4: what you’re looking at

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2 FRANK MERRIWELL'S DASA. with the premeditated purpose of hitting|tage of our presence in this room to Tom. strike Thornton.” “Here! here!—break away!’ cried| ‘‘Well, what are you chaps here “cr, Merriwell, sharply. anyways demanded Harry. ‘‘That :s what I would like to know. We der’t >? ‘‘Not much!’? panted Tom, in excite- ment and anger. ‘Think I’m going tojrun in your class, and so—— let him go, so he can hit me again?”’ ‘Hold up, old man,’’ interrupted Mer- “Catch hold, Flemming,’’ ordered/riwell, promptly. ‘‘Mr. Flemming asd Frank—‘‘catch hold of y uta we'll part them.”’ personal matter.”’ He grasped Rattleton by the collar as} ‘‘f thought so,’’ declared Rattletcs, he spoke, but Fred made no move to pull| ‘‘and I decided you would get the werzt Thornton away. end of it, as they were two to your one--- Seeing this, Merriwe!! obtained a firm}and the door was locked. If thev are here held on the collars of both Harry and|to do you, count me into it. Pl take Tom, and, with a surprising display of|care of this fellow Thornton while vou strength, wrenched them apart, yanked | polish off Flemming.”’ them to their feet, and held them at arm's| ‘‘We did not come here to fight,’’ said lenyth. Fred, haughtily. “Steady, now!’ he cried, as they Didn't??? exclaimed Harry, in ste seemed to betray a desire to get at each prise. ‘Then what sort of a game are other. “Quit it!’ . you up to, for I know it is something Ha struck me!’ cried Thornton. crooked ™ “Tt was antirely excidental—no, en-| Flemming tossed his head. : te q tirely zocidental,’’ declared Harry, flour- ‘“Mr. Rattleton,”’ he said, “‘your ian- ishing’ Ris arms guage is very offensive to me.”? Moon dod ged ‘*Had to glear it—I mean glad to near ‘Well, you act as if you are trying to/!5" . shot back Rattleton, rudely. 2 bring abvut another accident,’’ he said. didn’t want you to misunderstand me. “I know you hit me intentionally, and} Mt. Merriwell,” said Fred, turning (ll make you pay for it, too!” to Frank, ‘‘I think we had better go. “Bah! you can’t make me pay for Our business was with you, and Mr. Rat- anything!” flung back Harry, his anger tleton seems determined to raise a quarrel aroused by Thornton’s words. with us. As hi ran we did not come . ‘sk ‘‘Do you think you can run around mete to quarrel, anes regarding atte Se . . . tleton as your friend, we will endeaver to punching fellows in this way without look his behavi ad insult | getting it back? You'll find you are mis- over an 18 Denavior ang Msulting lan- taken!” guage. “You were j I ‘But we cannot forget it,’’ added ou were in : . in”? ‘my way wien —ae Thornton, giving Harry a fierce lock. ni. ‘*Tt will be remembered.’? ‘‘T ain sure I don’t want you to forget it,’ flung back Rattleton. ‘‘Come, Tom,’’ urged Flemming; ‘we will go. Good-day, Mr. Merriwell.”’ . Frank released Thornton, who followed Flemming from the room, simply psus- ing at the door to say: | ‘J didn’t have time to get out of your way." ‘Well, what’s all this about anyway ?”? demanded Frank. ‘‘Are you fellows try- ing to settle some sort of a score?” ‘It looks to me,’’ said Flemming, stiffly, ‘‘as if Mr. Rattleton took advan- COniicloooks (SO)