Tip Top Weekly No. 52: Frank Merriwell's Dash — page 23: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MEREIWELL’S DASH. 19 can lead you in a short dash, like the race|drive them down. to the station to-day, but he would not be in it in a long run,”? It was useless to try | with such a set of lads, Danny Griswold was astride the shoul- . | ‘“That race was one of his tricks,’ as-!ders of Dismal Jones, who was the only serted Hinery. ‘“‘I believe the job was|solemn-looking man in the car. Occa- put up by him.’? ‘*How??? asked Yates, huskily. “Why, he saw you in company with | sionally Jones would “break out?’ in his peculiar camp-meeting revivalist’s ‘style and would deliver fragments of a the rest of us, and he thought he stood a! good show of outrunning you for a short sermon on the frivolous things of the world. Each time he was quickly sup- spurt, so he had Diamond and Rattleton: pressed, however. make the talk that they did to bring the trace about.’’ ‘“‘Tf that was not crooked, I don’t know what you could call it,’’ nodded Flemming. ‘‘He sprung it on you when you were not suspecting, and he led you to go against him for a short run, in which he is at his best. All the time, he knew he was not your match for a long race. That doesn’t make a bit of difference to him.?”? . ‘‘Not a bit,’’ said Andy. ‘‘He is not looking for the good of Old Yale, but he is looking to get into the big race at the tournament. He has been lucky in everything he has tried, and he is depend- ing on his luck to win the race and ac- quire further glory for himself.”? **Yet’s have another drink all round,”’ suggested Fleniming, as he produced j Thornton’s flask once more. Yates took several swallows. Emery and Flemming pretended to drink in a hearty manner, but they allowed very little whisky to go down their throats. This drink seemed to be the one that. aroused Yates to action. He suddenly jumped to his feet, and there was a fierce look on his face as he cried: **Come on!?? : a “What are you going to do?’’ asked Flemming, quickly thrusting the flask into his pocket. | ‘‘t am going to find Frank Merri- well !’’ came hoarsely from Yates’ lips. a CHAPTER VIIL MERRIWELL AROUSED. There wasacrush in the rear end of the smoker. A crowd liad gathered there, and the lads were singing, shout- ing, laughing and making merry in vari-. ous Ways. rs : | _ Some fellows were sitting on the backs of the seats. The trainmen could not/as.you!’’ Yates shot back, ir a rr ak TS Into the midst of this jolly crowd came a lad whose face was flushed and whose eyes were gleaming strangely. His lips curled back over his set teeth, .and he seemed to quiver with a strange eager- ness. ‘Let me through!’ he growled, fore- ing his way along. ‘There is a fellow here I want to see,’ . There was something in his voice that caused them to give him room to advance till he was standing directly in front of Frank Merriwell. Then his. clinched, and, as he tried to speak, he choked with passion, so that words failed him. | A sudden hush came over the throng, for they saw that there was trouble im- pending — . ‘It’s Yates !? | Somebody muttered the words, and they seeined to break the spell that had fallen on the enraged lad who was glar- ing at Frank. ‘Ves, itis Yates!’ he snarled. ‘‘I suppose al] you fellows are Frank Merri- well’s chums, but that makes no. differ- ence to me.”’ He stopped a moment, but he did not take his eyes from Frank’s face. He seemed to be gathering himself for the supreme effort. a **Merriwell,’’ he said, his voice shak- ing, ‘‘you are a sneak!” Every one expected Frank would leap to his feet and strike Yates, but he did nothing of the kind. The hot blood rushed to his face, and then fled away again, leaving him cold and pale. About his firm jaws there was a sudden harden- ing, and in turn he showed his teeth. ‘‘Mr. Yates,”’’ he said, ‘‘you are not complimentary. ’’ he ‘‘T do not mean to be to such a fellow hands: OTAICLOOO© SS (C(O)