Part 17 (1/2)

”Run!” panted Frank Merriwell's voice in his ear.

And they ran away together, and in a short while were safe in their rooms.

It turned out that it was not the faculty that had tried to get in where the duel was taking place, but some of the sophs. At the time he turned back to rescue Diamond, however, Frank had believed the Virginian was in the grasp of one of the professors.

Merriwell was regarded as more of a wonder than ever when it became generally known that he had twice disarmed the Virginian in a duel with rapiers--or a ”fencing contest,” as the matter was openly spoken of by those who discussed it.

But Bruce Browning, king of soph.o.m.ores, was awaiting an opportunity to get at Frank.

CHAPTER X.

AT MOREY'S.

”Say, fellows, this thing must stop!”

Puss Parker banged his fist down upon the table as he made this emphatic declaration, the blow causing the partly emptied gla.s.s of ale to dance and vibrate.

”Aw, say,” yawned Willis Paulding, ”you want to be a little cawful or you will slop the good stuff, don't yer know.”

Willis affected a drawl, had his clothes made in London, and considered himself ”deucedly English,” although he sometimes forgot himself for a short time and dropped his mannerisms.

Tad Horner gave Paulding a look of scorn.

”Come off your perch, Paul!” he invited. ”You give me severe pains! Get onto yourself! I don't wonder Parker is excited over this matter.”

”Who wouldn't be excited?” exclaimed Puss. ”These confounded freshmen have overthrown all the established customs of the college. They have been running things with a high hand. Why, they have really been c.o.c.ks of the walk ever since that little affair out at East Rock.”

”'s.h.!.+” cautioned Punch Swallows, a lad with fiery red hair. ”Don't speak of that, for the love of goodness! Just think of a gang of sophs being captured by freshmen disguised as Indians, taken out into the country, tied to stakes and nearly roasted, while the freshmen dance a gleeful _cancan_ around them! It's awful! The mere thought of it gives me nervous prostration!”

It was two weeks after the duel, and the five soph.o.m.ores had gathered in the little back room at Morey's, They looked at each other and were silent, but their silence was very suggestive.

”By Jawve!” drawled Paulding, ”it is awful! I wasn't in the crowd. If I had been--”

”You'd been roasted like the rest of us,” cut in Parker.

”But I'd made it warm faw some of the blooming cads.”

”Haven't we been doing our level best to make it warm for them?” cried Horner. ”But no matter what we do, they see us and go us one better.”

”It all comes from Merriwell,” a.s.serted Swallows. ”He's king of the freshmen, the same as Browning is king of the soph.o.m.ores.”

”And he's a terror,” nodded Horner. ”He can put up more jokes than one.”

”And they say he can fight.”

”They say! Why, didn't you see him do Diamond, the fresh from Virginia?

Oh, no. I remember you were not with us that night. Yes, he can fight, and he doesn't seem to be easily scared.”