Tip Top Weekly No. 80: Frank Merriwell as 'Anchor' — page 13: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL AS ANCHOR. | 11 ‘*Then who were these fellows?’ asked Higgins. ‘They may be New York gamblers for all I know,’’ Frank answered, ‘‘but in any case I think they are men not con- nected with Princeton in any way who are trying to make sure of their bets by disabling the leading contestants in the other colleges.” “Then but for you I suppose I might have been seriously lamed ?”? *““T don’t know, Higgins, I’m taking no credit for what J did, but I hope you see that you made a grave mistake in not coming back to the Murray Hill on time.”? | ‘ST do, and will look out that such a thing doesn’t happen again.’ ‘*Where’s Mellor?’’ asked Frank, sud- denlv. “Tl don’t know.”’ “Didn’t he start out with you?” ‘*Ves, but we didn’t keep together long.’’ ‘Where did he go?”’ ‘“We separated at the corner of Thirty- Second street and Broadway. I was for going down Broadway, but he said that he wanted to see something of the Ten- derloin district.”’ ‘The Tenderloin!’ exclaimed Frank, with a groan. Instinctively he hurried his steps. ‘‘Hasn’t Mellor turned up yet?’’ asked Higgins, hurrying along with him. “‘No, and unless he’s inore careful than you were there’s no telling what mischief he may have got into.”’ Higgins looked as penitent as if he had been guilty of a serious crime. The flush on his face had entirely gone now, and he was quite -pale. ‘‘See here,’? exclaimed Frank, cheer- fully, ‘‘you’ve had your scolding, so now brace up and forget it. If you feel the slightest soreness from that kick, give yourself a good rubbing when you get to. the hotel, and go to bed.”’ ‘‘Aren’t you coming ?’’ asked Higgins, for Frank had stopped short. ‘Nia? “What shall I say to the fellows?’ “Nothing; or, you might tell them that I met you and ordered you to the hotel; if they ask for me, you don’t know where Iam, and that’s all there is to it.”” Higgins nodded and went on obedient- ly to the Murary Hill. Frank, boiling with indignation and sore with anxiety, set off toward the corner of Thirty-Second street and Broati- way. He had no foolish idea that he would find Mellor there, but as that was the last place where he had been seen, it seemed to be the most sensible point from which to begin a search for him. When he arrived at the corner he looked about a moment and then entered a hotel, and going to the telephone closet, rang up the Murray Hill and asked for Browning. | | ‘““Broce,’? he said, when he heard a familiar hello in the receiver at his ear, ‘has Mellor returned °”’ ‘No, but Higgins has.”? ‘fAll right. Good-by.” “Hold on, Frank.’’ “Well?” ‘Are you coming back soon ??’ “‘T don’t know.’ ‘‘Rowland and Hill expect you to take arun with us up the avenue this evening.” ‘(Y°l] be there if I can.” ‘What are you up to, anyway?” ‘That’s my business, old fellow; say nothing about it but if I don’t turn up, gu ahead with your run without me.”’ With this Frank hung up the receiver without giving Bruce any further chance to ask questions. His object in not explaining what he was about was to prevent any of the con- testants from worrying. He was pretty sure that Higgins would not speak of his EOMMICLO® SS (CO)