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TIP TOP WEEKLY. , 11 “*I’d like to do it! It would give me great satisfaction, but I thought it best to give you fair warning first. Drop that club!’ . Bunker hesitated. ‘‘Drop it!’ flashed Bart. ‘*Drop it, or I?ll drop you!’? The man let the club fall on the sand, and then he laughed. ‘*Well, you chaps have more sand than I thought,” hesaid. ‘‘I was trying you— that’s all. Of course, I didn’t mean to do you any harm.’? *‘Oh, of course not,’’ said Merriwell, with sarcasm. ‘*You are one of the most harmless chaps in the world.”? ““Don’t think we’re fools,’? snapped Hodge. ‘‘We stopped your little game, that’s all. Now git.” ‘Yes, go,’’ cried Frank. ‘“Where?”” ‘* Anywhere,” **But the boat—Welch——’"* ‘‘The boat is all right. Take a walk along theshore—lively. Don’tturn round till you are ont of range of this rifle, for you may encounter a bullet if you do. That's all. Goon!” ‘*But—but——?’? ‘“There are no buts aboutit. Go this instant, or Hodge will salt you. Geta move on!’ The man turned about and walked away. ‘‘Now,’’ said Frank, speaking to Welch, ‘‘T advise you to have nothing more to do with that chap. He'll get you into some bad scrape if you do. You are lucky to get off this time soeasily. I have no particular grudge against you, even though you did want to thump me for dancing with a certain young lady at Camp Benson yesterdey. But don’t mon- key round me in the future, for I don’t always overlook things this way. That’s all.”’ Edward S. Ellis, the fameus anther is cagaged on a mow seckes of stories for The Reli-te aay. Hodge had pushed the canoe into the water, and now they entered it and pushed off from the shore. ‘*It’s lucky I brought this rifle along,” said Hodge, as he placed it in the bow and picked up his paddle. ‘‘T had forgotten you had it,’’ con- fessed Frank. ‘‘It did come in handy, that is a fact.”? By the time Bunker knew what had happened behind him, they were a long distance from the shore, skimming swiftly away’. CHAPTER V. WAKING UP-HANS. A column of blue smoke was rising above the trees on Sandy Point as the canoe containing Merriwell and Hodge drew up to the wide beach, on which lay three more inverted canoes. Just as the canoe touched the sand there was a whoop from the woods, and Hans Dunnerwust, stripped of the last rag of clothing, came bursting into view, made a wild run for the water, as if he were to plunge in headlong, stopped short when his toes were wet, and backed off, lifting his feet into the air and shak- ing them. ‘‘Shimminy Gristmas!?? he gurgled. ‘‘Dot peen a narrow escapes. Dot vawter. peen too vet vor you to took a path indo, ain’d id? Vot peen der use to tooka path, anyvay? Id gits a veller all ofer vet, und id vos drouple to vipe yourseluf. Yaw. Idook a path ven I vos ad Var- dale, for der horneds shased me der prook indo. Dot peen goot enough to last you till next summer. Oxcuse me.”? And then, with great gravity, not even looking at Frank and Bart, he turned about, walked up the beach and disap- peared into the bushes. | ““Well,’? laughed Merry, ‘Hans cer: COMA SS (CO)