Tip Top Weekly No. 118: Frank Merriwell, Engine Wiper — page 20: what you’re looking at

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18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. straight in the eyes, and he was perfectly coo] when he said: ““What will you do?”? ‘Why, blame your head! your neck!’ “*T wouldn't advise you to try it.” The coolness of the youth staggered Hicks, who was accustomed to seeing the wipers start and cringe before him. He felt like collaring Frank, but something caused him to stay his hand. Larry Logan, the young Irishman, came up and stood looking on, an ex- pression of satisfaction on Iris face. “Oi think ye’d betther foind out th’ b’y ye’re tacklin’, Mr. Hicks,’’ chuckled Larry. “What in thunder do I care who he is! If he’s one of Ganzell’s favorites, it won’t make anv difference. If he don’t get away from that engine, 1] mop him all over the ground.’’ ‘It’s a roight swate job ye’d be afther takin’, sur,’? grinned the young Irish- man. ‘‘This is th’? chap phwat knocked out Ould Sloogs widout gettin’ a marruk on himself.’? “Hey?” The engineer looked astonished. He had heard of the encounter between the bully of the roundhouse and an applicant for work, but it did not seem possible that this boy had whipped the ruffian. ‘‘Thot’s dead straight, sur,’’ asserted Larry. “Well, I don’t care who he is, I won’t have a slob clean old 33.”? ‘‘Phwat are yez goin’ to do?’ “*See Ganzell about it.’ ““Thot’ll be aisier fer yez than av ye troied to take th’ b’y off th’ job yersilf.”? “Shut up! Don’t you get sassy, fer Pll thump ye if ye do!”? Then Hicks hurried away in search of the foreman. . “It’s a roight foine toime ye’ll +have wid him,’ said Larry to Frank. ‘‘He’s worse thin Ould Sloogs, fer he’ll be afther hittin’ yez in th’ back.” | “Yam not afraid of him,’’ declared Frank, quietly. | | In a short tine Hicks came round with the foreman. Stopping near the engine, the angry man pointed to Frank, growl- ing: Tll break Spain in the Eagle’s Claws is Our “ Now Will You Be Good” Button— ‘Took here, Mr. Ganzell, you know I take special pride in the way I keep my engine. Now, what d’yer mean by put- tin’ a greenhorn on her to clean her??? “Tt was necessary, Hicks,’’ said the foreman, with an expression of anger. “T will have an old wiper go over her after Merriwell finishes, so she will be all tight.” “But I don’t want a greenie plugging at her. They’re sure to be tryin’ to find out how things work, and they get things out of order.’ ‘1 don’t think there will be any trouble in that line”? ‘Then you don’t mean to take him off??? SONo. +> Hicks was boiling. | “All right!” he snarled. “If anything happens, don’t blame me. You know how particular I am with old 33, an’ I don’t think you are givin’ me a square deal.”’ With that, he left the roundhouse, muttering and growling as he went, =e CHAPTER VIII. SOME POINTS ABOUT HICKS. Ganzell, the foreman, was not in the most pleasant frame of mind, for he did not fancy being talked to in such a manner, | | ‘See what you-'ean do on her, young man,’’ he said, scowling at Frank. **Alicks will raise a howl if he finds the least little thing wrong.”’ : ‘*T?ll do my best, sir,’’ declared Frank, as he continued about his work. ‘‘Here, Logan,’ called the foreman, ‘‘look 33 over after Merriwell finishes.’’ ‘All roight, sur,’? said the young Irishman, who was at work near by. °€O11] do thot.’ Then the foreman went away. After a little Larry Logan came over and watched Frank, making suggestions now and then. ‘It’s a bad marn ye have ag’in yez, Mr. Metriwell,’’ said Larry. : ‘*Who, Hicks?” “Vis, sur.”? ‘I have done nothing to get him against me!”