Tip Top Weekly No. 52: Frank Merriwell's Dash — page 5: what you’re looking at

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od with the premeditated purpose of hitting Tom. ‘“‘Here! herel—break away!’’ Merriwell, sharply. ‘‘Not much!’ panted Tom, in excite- -mentandanger. ‘“‘Think I’m going to let him go, so he can hit me again?”’ “Catch hold, Flemming,’’ ordered Frank—‘‘catch hold of your friend, and we'll part them.”’ He grasped Rattleton by the collar as he spoke, but Fred made no move to pull Thornton away. Seeing this, Merriwel] obtained a firm hold on the collars of both Harry and Tom, and, with a surprising display of strength, wrenched them apart, yanked them to their feet, and held them at arm's length. ‘“Steady, now!’ he cried, as they seemed to betray a desire to get at each other. ‘Quit wl. “Fla struck me!” cried Thornton. “Tt was antirely excidental—no, en- tire! y zucivental,’’ declared Harry, flour- ils arms. J teu godged. Bs “Weil, -you act as if you are trying to 2 bring abbut another accident,’’ he said. ons © know you hit me intentionally, and - on make vou pay for it, too!?? “Bah! you can’t make me pay for “ds shiny’ ~ anything !?? flung back Harry, his anger aroused by Thornton’s words. ~ Do you think you can run around - punching fellows in this way without getting it back? You'll find you are mis- taken!” “You were in my way when I came in. +) “1 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, ‘tas if Mr. Rattleton took advan- cried | 2 FRANK MERRIWELL’S DASA. | tage of our presence in this room to - strike Thornton.”’ ‘Well, what are you chaps here ‘for, anyway??? demanded Harry. ‘*That is what I would like to know. We don’t run in your class, and so——”’ “Hold up, old man,’? interrupted Mer- | riwell, promptly. ‘‘Mr. Flemming and Mr. Thornton called to see me abouta personal matter.”’ ‘‘f thought so,’? declared Rattleton, ‘and I decided you would get the worst end of it, as they were two to your ene—- and the door was, locked. If they are here to do you, count me into it. I’ll take care of this fellow Thornton while you polish off Flemming. ”? ‘‘We did not come here to fight, a said Fred, haughtily. **Didn't?’? exclaimed Harry, in sut- prise. ‘‘Then what sort of a game are you up to, for I know it is something crooked ?”’ Flemming tossed his head. ‘Mr. Rattleton,’’ he said, ‘‘your lan- guage is very offensive to me.” ‘‘Had to glear it—I mean glad to near it,” shot back Rattleton, rudely. to Frank, ‘‘I think we had better go. Our business was with you, and Mr. Rat- ° tleton seems determined to raise a quarrel, As you know, we did not come . here to quarrel, and, regarding Mr. Rat- “ tleton as your friend, we will endeavor. to. overlook his behavior and insulting | lan- with us. guage.’? “But we cannot forget it,’ added Thornton, giving Harry a fierce look. | °*Tt will be remembeéred.’? “Tam sure I don’t want you to forget : it,”’? flung back Rattleton. “Come, Tom,’ urged Flemming ; wt will go. Good-day, Mr. Merriwell,’? ~ _ Frank released Thornton, who followed Flemming from the room, simply Panee ing at the door to say: ak © didn’t want you to misunderstand me. ?? “‘Mr. Merriwell,’? said Fred, turning TCOUMUGCLO WOOKS (SO)