Tip Top Weekly No. 52: Frank Merriwell's Dash — page 6: what you’re looking at

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PRANK MERRIi **Good-day, Mr. Merriwell.”’ *“Good-day,’’ smiled Frank. And then, when the door had closed behind them, Frank dropped into a chair and laughed softly but heartily. ‘“Well, I fail to fee anything sunny about it—I mean I fail to see anything. funny about it,’? growled Rattleton, prancing fiercely up and down the room. “Tf you'll tell me where the laugh comes in, Pi snicker, just to keep you com- pany.”? ‘““The whole thing is very funny,” langhed Merriwell. ‘‘Why, you were eager to hammer Thornton, and the fel- low was afraid you would, for all the bluff he put up.” ‘It would have given me great satis- faction to thump him,’’ confessed Harry; ‘‘for I know it is exactly what he de- serves. What were they up to, anyway? That’s what puzzles me. I expected to find that they had done you up.’? “Oh, nothing of the sort!’ ‘*But they were up to some crooked game—I know it. I thought they had fastened the door, so that they could do the job without being interrupted.” ‘SHal ha! ha!’ laughed Frank. ‘‘That explains why you looked as if. you were literally thirsting for gore when you lunged into the room and grappled with Thornton.”? oe “Dit I hit him?” “You had your fist clinched, and you may have given him a slight rap in your excitement.” "Well, I did not give him that rap in- tentionally; if I had, he’d found some- thing entirely different. By jingoes! I may get the chance to show him the difference some time!’ | ‘SYou’d better drop it, old man.” | “Eh? Drop it??? ‘'That’s what I said, Harry, and that is what I meant, my boy.”’ “But why? I don’t think I understand WELL'S DASH. : 3 you. Those fellows are your enemies, and that makes them mine.”’ ‘““They have been my enemies, but we have had a peace conference.” ‘“The.dickens!”’ ** And we buried the hatchet.”’ “Well, I didn’t suppose you could be fooled so easy! I knew they were up to some sort of a game—I knew it.”’ ‘“Well, what sort of a game do you think it was?”? ‘“They’re trying to fool you—trying to make you think they are ready to bury the hatchet, while they are still waiting to hit you behind your back whenever they can. ‘That’s the kind of chaps they are. They can’t fool me, if they can you. If they can lull you into carelessness till their opportunity comes, they will drive the knife into you, and sink it deep. Don’t mink I’m thisted—I mean don’t think I’m twisted. Iam dead certain of the sort of cattle I’m talking about. You will be playing right into their hands if you get the idea that they have let up on you in the least. chance, you'll get it in the neck.”? ED eeiet CHAPTER II, JOLLY LADS. ‘‘Well, Harry,’ said Frank, ‘‘you may be right; but I have reasons to believe that Flemming is anxious to call a truce just at present. He made‘a serious mis- take when he tried to enlist David. Scott against me. . Scott pretended he was my enemy, and, in that way, he found out all of Flemming’s plots and secured enough evidence of the fellow’s rascality to cause his expulsion from Yale if it were made public.” . “Well, it should be made public i imme- diately.’’. “*Oh, I don’t know about that! Expul- sion from college might mean the rnin. of Flemming’s future.’ | When they get a good - ECOMICLOO® SS (C(O) nn