Tip Top Weekly No. 80: Frank Merriwell as 'Anchor' — page 17: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL inthe Thirtieth street station, the police- man told briefly how he had heard a row in progress in the saloon and had got there in time to see Frank doing all the fighting. The sergeant looked at the bar-tenders, and one of them said: “This man,’’ pointing to Mellor, ‘‘was entertaining a party of friends in the back room when the other chap came in, and without saying a word tried to clean the place ont. Everything was peaceable and quiet until he came in.’’ The sergeant tovok up a pen, and look- ing at Frank, asked: ‘What is your name???’ ‘*Rrank Merriwell,’’ was the quiet re- sponse. | “Huh! grunted the sergeant, as he wrote the name, ‘‘I thought from your looks you would say Jones of nowhere. What is your residence ?”’ ‘“New Haven.”’ “Have you got anything to say for yourself??? **Not at present.”? The sergeant looked surprised, and _ hesitated a moment before he asked a number of other questions. They were such questions as are always put to prisoners concerning their age, their reasons for being in the city, and their own account of what had happened. Frank gave his age, but to the other questions refused to reply. the sergeant ordered both him and Mellor to be searched, and after a vain attempt to get any information out of Mellor, both were locked up. A considerable crowd had collected in the main roam of the station house dur- ing this; and Frank remained quietly in his cell until he felt certain that all the curiosity seekers had gone out. Then he called to a dvorman and asked if he might speak to the sergeant or the captain. It took a little persuasion to get Accordingly | AS ANCHOR, 15 permission for this, but Frank got it finally, and was taken upstairs again. The main room of the station was then deserted by all except the doorman and the sergeant. The latter looked at the young prisoner inquiringly. “Pd like to send for somebody,’’ he said, ‘fand will pay liberally for a messen- ger. You've got my money, and there- fore know that I can pay any decent charge’? ‘Ves,’ said the sergeant, ‘‘you're well heeled. Who do you want to see???’ Frank thereupon gave the name of a Supreme Court judge. The sergeant's eves opened wide. ‘What do you asked. ‘‘He’ll come down here in a hurry,”’ Frank answered, ‘if he knows that I'm locked up.”’ The sergeant sat back in his chair and thought a moment. It was perfectly plain to him that Frank was not intoxicated, want of him?’’ he and his whole. manner was that of a gentleman. The sergeant was probably wondering whether the name Merriwell might not be a false one, and whether this prisoner might not be the son of the judge men- tioned. While he was wondering what he had better do about it, a young man entered. the station with a business-like air, and. stepping up to the big desk, said: “Good evening, sergeant, anything going on??? Then he caught sight of Merriwell, and exclaimed: ‘“‘Great Scott, Merriwell, doing here?” “Pm a prisoner, Frank responded. The young man stared.at Frank for what are you Mr. Matthews,” just an instant, and then turning to the. sergeant, said: ‘“Anybodv in the captain’s room?” ‘““No,’? was the reply. EORnnie 56 0) SS (CO