Frank Merriwell's Athletes; Or, The Boys Who Won
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Frank Merriwell's Athletes
OR
The Boys Who Won
BY
BURT L. STANDISH
Author of the famous _Merriwell Stories_.
STREET & SMITH CORPORATION
PUBLISHERS
79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York
Copyright, 1903
By STREET & SMITH
Frank Merriwell's Athletes
All rights reserved, including that of translation into
foreign languages, including the Scandinavian.
Contents
CHAPTER I--FRANK AND HIS FRIENDS
CHAPTER II--BARNEY'S STORY
CHAPTER III--IN A QUANDARY
CHAPTER IV--INZA'S LETTER
CHAPTER V--TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER VI--FRANK BUYS A YACHT
CHAPTER VII--THE STORM
CHAPTER VIII--A CHANGE OF SCENE
CHAPTER IX--A DISCUSSION ABOUT GIRLS
CHAPTER X--THE YALE COMBINE
CHAPTER XI--THE STRUGGLE FOR LIFE
CHAPTER XII--FRANK IS TROUBLED
CHAPTER XIII--A GAME FOR TWO
CHAPTER XIV--A GOOD START
CHAPTER XV--A HOT DASH
CHAPTER XVI--THE ARRIVAL AT EMBUDO
CHAPTER XVII--OFF FOR PUEBLO
CHAPTER XVIII--CARVER'S OPINION
CHAPTER XIX--ON DANGEROUS GROUND
CHAPTER XX--THE SUN DANCE
CHAPTER XXI--THE RELIGIOUS RACE
CHAPTER XXII--THE BALL GAME
CHAPTER XXIII--THE WRESTLING MATCH
CHAPTER XXIV--THE FOOT RACE
CHAPTER XXV--JOHN SWIFTWING'S FAREWELL
CHAPTER XXVI--MORNING AT RODNEY'S RANCH
CHAPTER XXVII--COWBOY PECULIARITIES
CHAPTER XXVIII--INDIAN CHARLIE IS SURPRISED
CHAPTER XXIX--HANS AND THE BRONCHO
CHAPTER XXX--INDIAN CHARLIE'S GAME
CHAPTER XXXI--FRANK MERRIWELL'S RIDE
CHAPTER XXXII--INSOLENCE OF BILLY CORNMEAL
CHAPTER XXXIII--SHOOTING
CHAPTER XXXIV--FRANK SHOWS HIS SKILL
CHAPTER XXXV--WHO FIRED THE SHOT
CHAPTER XXXVI--A CAST FOR LIFE--CONCLUSION
Frank Merriwell's Athletes
CHAPTER I--FRANK AND HIS FRIENDS
"Say, boys, just listen to that racket!"
It was Jack Diamond who spoke, and he addressed Frank Merriwell and
several others of his friends.
"It is certainly awful," came from Harry Rattleton, one of the boys.
"I can't stand much of this," put in Bruce Browning. "It is enough to
drive one crazy."
The boys had just entered the outer portals of a Chinese theatre,
located in Chinatown, the Celestial portion of San Francisco. There was
a great crowd, and it was only with difficulty that they made their way
along the narrow and gloomy passages leading to the theatre proper.
Frank Merriwell and his chums from Yale College had filled in their
summer vacation by a trip on bicycles from New York to San Francisco.
They had had numerous adventures, but had come out "right side up with
care," as Frank put it.
The party was composed of Frank Merriwell, Harry Rattleton, a former
roommate at Yale; Jack Diamond, from Virginia; Bruce Browning, fat, lazy
and good-natured; and Toots, a colored boy from the Merriwell homestead.
On reaching California, Frank had fallen in with Bart Hodge, a
schoolmate of years gone by, when Frank had attended Fardale Military
Academy. Bart had been in serious trouble, and it was Frank who helped
him out of it. For some time Hodge had found it best to "keep shady,"
and his troubles were not yet a thing of the past.
As the boys walked farther into the entrance of the Chinese theatre, a
clanging medley of the most horrible sounds came up from the passage
that lay at the foot of a steep flight of stairs.
Frank Merriwell laughed.
"That is music, old fellow!" he said.
Then came another burst of sounds, more horrible than the first, if
possible. There was a banging of brass, a clanging of gongs, a roaring
of drums, and a wild shrieking and wailing as of ten thousand fiddles
cut of tune.
Jack jabbed his fingers into his ears and actually turned pale.
"Music!" he gasped--"that music? That is enough to drive any man crazy!
It is the most frightful thing I ever heard. Music! You are joking,
Merriwell!"
"Not a bit of it," declared Frank. "Aren't we on our way to witness a
play in a Chinese theatre?"
"Well, I supposed so, but it strikes me now that this is one of your
jokes. You have put up a job on me. You are trying to horse me."
"Nothing of the sort, my dear boy."
Jack still continued suspicious.
"Who ever heard of such a way of getting into a theatre?" he exclaimed.
"We entered a narrow door in an old building, came through a long, dark
passage, climbed stairs, descended stairs, turned, twisted, climbed more
stairs, turned again, and now here we are with another flight of stairs
before us. A fine way of getting into a theatre!"
"That is the way the Chinese do the trick. Eh, John?"
The Chinaman who had been acting as their guide, and who stood on the
first stair, waiting for them to follow him downward, nodded his head,
saying:
"Allee samee legler way."
"It may be the regular way," admitted Jack; "but I doubt if I could find
my way out of here alone. This would be a fine place to run an enemy
into if one wished to murder him secretly. There would be little danger
that the police would ever find out anything about it."
Frank made a signal to the guide, and then the trio slowly descended the
stairs, which were dimly lighted by paper-shaded lamps.
At the foot of the stairs the boys passed a door that stood open,
enabling them to look into a room that was filled with bunks, upon many
of which lay Chinamen who were sleeping or smoking opium. The powerful
odor of "dope" that came from that room was sickening.
Then they came to an ordinary step-ladder that led downward again.
Jack halted in dismay.
"Why," he said, "we must be underground now! Where are we going?"
"To the theatre, dear boy. Hear the music."
"Why will you persist in calling it that? It seems that those sounds
come from the infernal regions, and this passage must lead down to the
old fellow's reception-room."
"Glit to theatal plitty soon," assured the guide.
Down the ladder they went, and then, at an open door, paid an admission
fee, after which they entered a room that was packed with human beings
and was not at all well ventilated.
The room had a low ceiling, from which Chinese lanterns were suspended,
shedding a soft light over the scene, which was so strange that it
actually seemed weird to the American visitors.
At either side of the theatre was a space railed off and raised somewhat
above the level of the general floor. This was reserved for women, and
was well filled. In the pit sat a closely packed throng of men, all with
hats upon their heads.
There were a great number of Caucasian visitors, drawn to the place by
curiosity.
The stage was on a level with the raised portion reserved for women, and
it was filled with actors, many of whom were richly dressed in oriental
robes.
Instead of sitting in front of the stage, like an American orchestra,
the musicians were on the stage.
As for scenery, there was none to speak of, save a few movable screens.
It was not thought necessary to attempt to please the eye further than
in the matter of costumes.
As no female actors are ever permitted on the stage of a Chinese
theatre, the female _roles_ were played by youths, who were carefully
made up for their parts.
The Chinese guide found seats for Frank and Jack, but retired himself to
the back of the room, where he stood and waited till they should see
enough of the show and wish to go.
The audience never applauded, although there was a quick rippling
response to what seemed to be an occasional witty passage or clever
situation.
But the musicians--the musicians wearied and tortured Jack Diamond's
soul. They were there to accentuate the emotional parts of the play, and
they seemed bent upon doing their duty and doing it fully. At times they
poured forth a maddening volume of sounds, and then they seemed to get
weary and rest, with the exception of two or three stringed instruments,
which sawed, and squeaked, and squawled, and growled, and muttered till
the Virginian's blood was cold and his hair standing like porcupine
quills.
"Frightful! frightful!" he gasped.
Frank chuckled with satisfaction. It was a new experience for Diamond,
and Merriwell was enjoying it as one always enjoys introducing his
friends to something new and novel.
"My dear fellow," whispered Frank, "I fear your ear is not educated to
appreciate the beauties of Chinese music."
"Music! music! Why, a boiler factory in full blast makes better music
than this!"
"You are prejudiced. It is a fact that their music is based on ah
established scale and a scientific theory."
"Oh, come! that's too much! Why, see, those players have no leader, and
every man is going it alone for himself. It is exactly the same as if
every person in one of our orchestras should play a different tune than
anybody else and all play at the same time--only I don't believe these
heathens are playing tunes at all. They are just hammering, and tooting,
and sawing away, and letting it go at that."
"It does seem so," confessed Frank, "although at certain points they all
come together with a grand burst, like sprinters making a dash."
Jack's hand dropped on Frank's wrist.
"Look!" he excitedly whispered, pointing to a Chinaman who had risen
amid the spectators at a short distance. "What is that fellow going to
do? I saw him conceal a knife in his sleeve."
"And he acts as if he meant to use it on some one," said Frank, made
suspicious by the fellow's manner. "That's exactly what he is up to!"
But the Chinaman did not succeed in his purpose, for a stout youth
suddenly arose from a seat and gave the heathen a terrific crack on the
jaw, knocking him down in a twinkling.
"Take thot, ye thafe av th' worruld!" cried the one who had delivered
the blow. "It's Barney Mulloy thot wur watchin' yez all th' toime, ye
haythen spalpane!"
"Barney Mulloy!"
Frank uttered the name in a joyous cry of recognition; but his voice was
drowned by the sudden uproar in the theatre. Men sprang to their feet,
and women screamed.
Frank caught Jack by the arm, shouting in his ear: "Come, we must stand
by that fellow! He is an old friend of mine!"
"I am with you," assured Diamond, who had good fighting blood, which was
easily aroused.
They forced their way through the throng which surrounded the boy who
had struck the Chinaman.
"Barney!" cried Frank.
"Mother av Mowses!" shouted the Irish lad in amazement. "Is it mesilf
thot's gone crazy, or am Oi dramin'?"
"Not a dream," assured Merry, as he grasped Barney's hand.
"Is it yesilf, Frankie?"
"It is!"
"Dunder und blitzens!" cried another voice at Frank's side. "Uf id don't
peen Vrankie Merriwell, you vos a liar!"
Then Frank's amazement and wonder was complete, for he was grasped and
hugged by the arms of a fat boy who was laughing all over his fat, jolly
face, and that boy was Hans Dunnerwust, who, with Mulloy, had known him
at Fardale Academy when all were students there.
"Hans! Why, where--how----"
But Frank was given no time for questions, as an angry crowd was
pressing about them, and they were in danger.
Merriwell lifted his voice, crying:
"Every American in the place should stand by us! My friend struck the
Chinaman because he saw him draw a knife, and the blow was delivered in
self-defense."
Several voices answered, and bursting through the crowd came three men
in yachting suits, who assured the boys that they would stand by them.
The yachtmen seemed to be on a lark, and they took great delight in
knocking Chinamen right and left, which they did in a highly
entertaining manner.
"For the door!" cried Frank, commandingly. "We must get out of here!"
For the door they rushed, sweeping everything before them. Crack! crack!
crack! sounded the blows of the yachtsmen's fists, and they gave a
hoarse cheer that seemed to have in it the boom of the surf on a rocky
coast.
"Hurro!" shouted Barney Mulloy, in a wild fever of excitement. "It's
mesilf thot's not been in a bit av a scrap loike this fer a wake! It's
fun, it is! Git out av th' way, ye pig-tailed rat-'aters! Ye nivver wur
made ter live in a whoite man's country at all, at all!"
"Say, you nefer saw such a fight as this, did I?" cried the Dutch boy,
flourishing his arms in a furious manner and striking friends almost as
often as foes. "Uf this don'd peat der pand, you don'd toldt me so!"
With a few exceptions, the Chinamen did not seem at all anxious to get
in the way of the Americans. It was not the first occasion when an
affair of a similar nature had occurred in a Chinese theatre.
Sometimes some of the bloods of the town would come down into Chinatown
full of wine and "good intentions," and it was their custom to end the
racket whenever possible by "cleaning out" a Chinese theatre.
Many of the spectators on this occasion believed it was a pre-arranged
plan to clean out the theatre, and so they made haste to get out
themselves as soon as possible.
The boys and their sailor friends were among those who early rushed out
through the door, and they clambered up the step-ladder with no small
haste.
It was not difficult to find their way out, for it was only necessary to
follow the crowd. Now and then a few of the Chinamen disappeared by
means of side doors, but the most of them kept straight on to the open
air.
The main streets of the quarter were lighted by paper lanterns, which
gave out a dim, mellow light, beneath which the oriental throng looked
strange and fantastic.
To Frank it seemed as if they were in Pekin instead of the American city
of San Francisco.
Barney Mulloy laughed heartily.
"Did yez ivver see th' bate av thot?" he cried. "It's th' divvil's own
ruction it wur, but nivver a Chink came back fer a sicond dose afther
gettin' a chrack av me fist."
"Dot's vot's der madder mit Hannah!" put in Hans. "Ven I hit somepody my
fist mit they nefer lif to dell uf him. Yah!"
"They nivver knew ye shtruck thim, ye Dutch chase," said Barney,
contemptuously.
"Dot vos righd," agreed Dunnerwust. "Ven I hit nopody it alvays means
sutten death."
"G'won!" snorted the Irish boy. Then Barney caught hold of Frank once
more, and gave him a genuine bear hug.
"Begorra! Oi thought Oi'd nivver see yez again, Frankie!" he cried. "Oi
hearrud ye wur in Yale Collige, an' it's yersilf Oi thought moight get
such a great gintlemon ye'd care nivver a bit to see yer ould fri'nds
any more at all, at all."
"You should know me better than that, Barney," said Frank, protestingly.
"No matter what happens to me, you may be sure I'll always be true to my
old friends."
"Dot vos righdt!" grinned Hans. "Vrankie Merriwell nefer goes pack on
his friendts, ur don'd you pelief me. He vas all righdt vrom der top uf
his headt ubvard."
Other visitors kept pouring from the small door that had admitted them
to the passage leading to the theatre, and one of the sailors, a
handsome-looking man with a full beard, said:
"I think, we'll get away from here, as the police seem to have a grudge
against any one in a sailor's suit, and this racket may bring some of
them down here."
Immediately Frank said:
"We owe you thanks, sir, for the aid you gave us in getting out of a bad
scrape. You responded to my appeal for help immediately, and----"
The man interrupted with a laugh.
"We were only too glad of a chance to do it, as we were looking for a
good opportunity to smash a few Chinks in the mug. Eh, boys?"
"That's right," nodded his companions.
Merriwell looked at the men curiously, and he saw they were anything but
ordinary sailors. All were fine-appearing men, and they spoke like
persons of education.
"We will go along with you, if you don't mind," he said. "I think we
have seen quite enough of Chinatown to suffice for to-night. What do you
say, fellows?"
"I am sure I have," said Diamond.
"And Oi," nodded Barney.
"You vos anodder," grinned Hans, who meant to say he was quite willing
to leave Chinatown for the night.
So the little party moved away, and as they went along the leader of the
yachtsmen said:
"My name is Chandler and I am stopping at the Baldwin. Have been
cruising in my yacht with several friends, but just now I am trying to
sell her, as some business has arisen which defeats my plans for a
summer's outing."
Frank introduced himself, and in a short time the boys were chatting
freely with the yachtsmen, who proved to be rather jolly gentlemen.
Passing out of Chinatown they were soon on Market Street, and a walk of
a few blocks brought them to the hotel where Merriwell and the friends
who had accompanied him on the bicycle tour across the continent were
stopping.
Chandler wished to go in and "blow off," but Frank insisted that none of
the party drank.
"If that is the case, you are a queer set of college lads," said
Chandler, with a laugh. "I never saw a college boy who would not swim in
beer every chance he found."
"There are exceptions, you see."
"I see, and I consider it most remarkable. Will you smoke?"
But Frank declined to drink or smoke, shook hands with his accidentally
found friends, and they parted.
"Now," he said, addressing Barney and Hans, "you must come in and see
our rooms."
They entered the hotel and ascended in the elevator to the floor on
which the boys had their rooms.
A few minutes later Barney and Hans were thoroughly at home.
CHAPTER II--BARNEY'S STORY
"Well, Oi nivver saw th' loikes av this!" exclaimed Barney, in
amazement. "It's loike bein' back at Fardale ag'in."
"You pet my poots!" grinned the Dutch boy. "Id makes me think der time
uf dot Hodge vos hazed der oldt poathouse in. You tidn't like dot so
much as you might, eh, Partly?"
"I can't say that I ever took to hazing much," confessed Hodge, who
looked moody and worried.
"Yaw, dot vos der trute. Dot vos der nighd ven I sing dot peautiful hymn
caldt 'Bull For der Shore.' I remember me dot song. Id vent someding dis
a vay:
"Bull vor der shore, sailor, bull vor der shore,
Ged indo dot lifepoat, undt ged der roof off,
Shbit on your handts, sailor, undt let her rip,
Uf you dond'd prace up, you ged left alretty yet."
Dunnerwust roared forth the song as loudly as he could, and Frank
hastened to stop him, laughing as he said:
"Good gracious, Hans! this is no menagerie! It is a first-class hotel,
and we'll be fired out if we make such unearthly noises in the rooms."
"I don'd toldt you so?" exclaimed the Dutch boy in surprise. "Don'd der
beople der hodel in abbreciate goot musicks?"
"Possibly they do when they hear it."
"Vell, oben der toor und gif um der chance uf their lifes. I vos goin'
to sing again alretty soon."
"If you try it, I'll throw you out of the window!"
Diamond gave a sigh of relief.
"Talk about a Chinese orchestra!" he muttered. "There are other things
quite as bad."
Hans looked sad.
"I vos afraidt mein voice vos not abbreciated," he said. "Id vos hardt
ven a veller feels so goot he vants to varble like der pirds und der
friendts uf him von't gif him a shance. Oxcuse me vile I shed a tear.
Vill somepody lent me an onions?"
"Oi'm glad ye've got somebody to hold ye down, ye Dutch chaze," grinned
Barney. "It's mesilf has been unable intoirely to kape th' Dutchmon
shtill, Frankie. It's in danger av bein' arristed he has put us twinty
toimes a day."
"What I want to know," said Frank, "is how it happens that I find you
two together here in San Francisco."
"Vale," said Hans, "I comes me oudt here to visit mein cousin, Fritz,
undt I runs me acrost Parney."
"But, Barney, the last I knew of you you were in London with your Sister
Bridget. I didn't suppose you were in America."
"It's an accidint Oi'm here at all, at all," averred the Irish lad. "An'
it's yesilf thot'll be moighty interisted whin Oi tells yez how thot
accidint happened."
"Yah," nodded Hans; "he vos sure to trop deat ven you toldt him der
odder berson of dot vas San Vrancisco in."
"I am getting intensely interested already," said Frank. "Go ahead,
Barney, and tell the story. We'll all sit down and listen."
"Excuse me if I lie down," murmured Browning, as he stretched his
massive frame on a couch. "I am troubled of late with that tired
feeling."
"Vot you took vor him?" asked Hans, anxiously. "I'd vos tangerous ven
you let him go und don't took nottings."
"The best thing I have found to take for it is a rest."
"Do you know why the Chinese make such good actors?" asked Rattleton.
"You toldt me dot."
"All right. They make good actors because they never forget their cues."
"Yah! yah! yah!" cackled Toots, the colored boy, who had been keeping
still and remaining in the background. "Land ob watermillions! dat boy
Rattletum cayan't help sayin' dem fings. It jes' comes nacheral wif dat
boy."
"Meester Raddleton must haf peen eatin' eggs," observed Hans, soberly.
"He vos full uf yokes."
Toots stared at Hans, and then, suddenly seeing the point, he had a fit.
He laughed till Frank threw one of Browning's bicycle shoes at him. The
shoe struck the colored lad and knocked him off his chair to the floor.
He picked himself up and sat down without a word, looking sad and
subdued.
"Now, Barney," said Frank, gravely, "be good enough to go on with your
story. I think we have quieted the menagerie."
"Begorra! Oi nivver saw such a crowd as this in all me loife," declared
the Irish lad. "It's a jolly ould party it is."
Then he began his story:
"It's nivver a bit av money could Oi make in London, an' so, whin Oi got
a chance to go to Australia wid a foine gintlemon thot gave me a job on
his ranch, Oi shnapped it up quicker thin ye could wink th' two oies av
yes.
"But afther Oi got there Oi didn't loike the place a great dale. It wur
too fur away from anything at all, at all, an' it's lonesome Oi got; so
Oi wint to th' gintlemon an' told him. It's a foine splindid mon he wur,
fer he said to me, sez he, 'Barney, me b'y, it's sorry Oi am to have yez
go, but Oi don't want to kape ye av' ye're lonesome an' homesick.' Wid
thot he wur afther givin' me a roll av money thot he said Oi could pay
back av Oi ivver got th' chance, an' Oi packed me hooker an' shtarted
fer Sydney.
"It's a roight shmart town thot same Sydney is, as ye know yersilf,
Frankie, fer it's goin' there ye wur th' last toime Oi saw yez. Oi wur
moighty intheristed in that place, an' wan day who should Oi mate roight
on th' strata but---- Oi'll bet ye can't guess in a thousan' years,
Frankie."
"Yah," nodded Hans; "he don'd peen aple to guess in zwei t'ousan' year."
"Then I will not try," said Frank. "Who was it that you met, Barney?"
"It wur th' girrul ye used ter be so shtuck on at Fardale, me b'y."
"What, not--not----"
"Inza Burrage!"
"Yah, Inza Porrige," grinned Hans.
Inza Burrage was a young lady of whom Frank had been very found in
former days, and she still held a warm corner in his heart.
"Goodness!" cried Frank. "Inza--in Australia?"
"Sure she wur, me b'y. Ye know th' last toime ye saw her she wur wid her
fayther, an' th' ould gintlemon wur thravelin' fer his hilth on th'
continent."
"Yes, yes."
"They wint to Italy."
"Yes."
"It wur there that Misther Burrage met Lord Stanford."
"Who is Lord Stanford?"
"An Inglish gintlemon wid more money than brains."
"Und he vos nod der only bebble on der peach," put in Hans.
"What about him? How does he come into the Story?" asked Frank.
"He made love to Inza, me b'y."
"Made love to her? Why, she is nothing but a little girl."
"It's forgittin' ye are that she has been gettin' oulder, as well as
yersilf. She is almost a young lady now, me b'y."
"But not old enough to think seriously of love."
"Is it that oidea ye have, Frankie? An' do yez fergit how Rolf Raymond,
her cousin in New Orleans, troied to make her marry him?"
"That was an outrage, for she was a mere child."
"Ye'll see a change in her whin ye mate her. An' it's her fayther thot's
lookin' out for a foine match fer her."
"Impossible! I am sure Mr. Burrage would not----"
"Sure is it ye are! Ha! ha! Whoy, it's thot th' old gintlemon wur
thravelin' fer more than fer th' hilth av him."
"Barney, I can't believe this."
"Belave it ur not, it's the truth, an' he wur afther makin' her marry
Lord Stanford."
"What an outrage--what an outrage!" shouted Frank, springing to his feet
and excitedly pacing the floor. "Don't tell me he succeeded in forcing
her into such a marriage!"
"He would have sucsaded av Oi hadn't sane her."
"And you, Barney--what did you do?"
There was a twinkle in the eyes of the Irish youth.
"Oh, Oi did nivver a thing!" he chuckled. "She told me iverything about
it."
"And then--then what?"
"She wanted me to hilp her run away."
"Did you?"
"Did Oi? Well, say! Did ivver a swate girrul appale to Barney Mulloy
thot he wurn't ready to break his neck fer th' loikes av her?"
Frank's excitement grew.
"Barney, you are a trump!" he shouted. "I could hug you! What did you
do? How did you do it?"
"She told me she had some money av her own with which she could pay her
way back to th' Unoited Shtates."
"Yes, yes!"
"All she wanted wur to get away widout her fayther ur th' lord knowin' a
thing about it."
"And you aided her?"
"Me b'y, she didn't know how to do th' thrick, an' so I was afther
securin' passage fer her on a steamer bound fer San Francisco."
"And did you--were you able to get her away? Did she get on board
without being stopped?"
Barney nodded.
"She has an aunt in Sacramento, an' she said she would be all roight av
she could rache thot lady."
"In Sacramento? And she is there now? You aided her in getting to her
aunt? Barney, you should have a gold medal!"
"Waid a bit, me laddibuck; you're gettin' ahid av me shtory. Oi got her
onto th' stamer, an' Oi took passage on th' same craft. As Oi didn't
have money to burrun, Oi come in th' sicond cabin, whoile she came
firrust class. All th' same Oi found a chance now and thin to chat wid
her. She told me all about her aunt. She said her aunt could make th'
fayther av her give up th' skame to marry her off to the Inglish lord."
"Blessings on that aunt!"
"Wait a bit! wait a bit!"
Frank showed alarm.
"Don't tell me she could not find her aunt, or that the woman refused to
aid her!"
"Nayther thing happened. It war loike this: Another stamer sailed fer
San Francisco the day afther us."
"What of that?"
"It wur a fasther stamer than th' one we wur on, Frankie."
Merriwell's fears were fully aroused.
"Go on! go on!" he cried.
"Av course her fayther an' th' Inglish lord diskivered she had run away,
an' they found out she had taken a stamer."
"They followed on the other?"
"They followed a pace."
"Followed a piece? Why, how were they to turn back?"
"Nivver a bit did they do thot, but th' last parrut av th' trip we wur
folleyin' thim, an' nivver a thing did we know about thot."
"They passed you without your knowing it, you mean."
"Thot is phwat Oi mane."
"And then--then----"
"Whin we lift the stamer at this port, they wur there to receive us."
A cry of dismay broke from Frank, and then he suddenly became quite cool
in his manner, the change being so pronounced that it was startling.
"I presume they took charge of her?" he said, grimly.
"Thot's phwat, an' they nearly took charge av me whin they found me wid
her. An officer wur called to arrist me, but it's a roight loively pair
av legs Oi have, an' th' polaceman nivver got his fingers on me collar,
though it wur some high dodgin' Oi did."
"What became of Inza?"
"Thot is phwat Oi'd loike ter foind out, Frankie, an' it's two days
Oi've been thryin' to do so."
CHAPTER III--IN A QUANDARY
Frank took a turn twice the length of the room, and then stopped before
Barney and the others, who were watching him in silence.
"Fellows," he said, his voice firm and steady, "Inza Burrage is a girl
whom I admire very much. When I attended school at Fardale we were
sweethearts. I fancy the most of you know what it is to have a
sweetheart at school. Circumstances may separate such sweethearts in
after years, but nothing ever makes them forget each other. They are
sure to think of each other with tenderness and respect. A thousand
times have I thought and dreamed of Inza. I have felt that I was ready
to make any sacrifice for her--ready to do anything in my power for her.
I have said that, if the time ever came when she needed a true friend,
she could depend on me. That time has come. She is in need of a friend,
and I must find her and aid her. It may be possible that I shall need
the assistance of my friends. Who may I count on?"
In a moment every boy in that room was on his feet and declaring his
eagerness to stand by Frank through anything and everything.
Frank did not smile; he was very grave and stern, although something
like a look of satisfaction passed across his face.
"I thought so," he nodded. "In fact, I knew it. The first thing is to
find out where Miss Burrage is."
"She may not be in San Francisco at all now," said Browning, who showed
unusual interest for him.
"That is quite true."
"Oi think she is," said Barney.
"What makes you think so?"
"Lord Stanford had a haythen Chinee for a servant."
"What of that?"
"It wur thot same haythen me an Hans folleyed to th' thayater in
Chinatown this avenin'. Thot is how we happened to be there."
"Yah," nodded the Dutch boy; "dot vos der trute."
"That is interesting," admitted Frank. "I hope it may prove that you are
right. Were you watching the Chinaman when you were attacked?"
"Hans was. Oi had sane th' rat-'ater spake to another wan, an' Oi felt
sure he said somethin' about us. Oi watched the other, an' it wur a good
thing fer me that Oi did."
"The other was the one who tried to get a knife into your back?"
"Yis. Th' dirruty rascal didn't know Oi had me oie on him all th'
toime."
"In the excitement that followed, you lost sight of the one you followed
there."
"Vale," said Hans, "I don'd peen aple to keep vatch uf him afder
efrypody shumps ub all aroundt."
"That was most unfortunate. If you could have followed him without his
knowing it, he might have led you straight to his master."
"Thot's phwat Oi thought, me b'y."
Frank thought the matter over for a few moments, and then said:
"It seems to me that there is a probability of this Lord Stanford being
in San Francisco, although Inza's father may have taken her away. If his
servant had left him, it is not likely an attempt would have been made
on Barney's life. The Chinaman's master must have told him to look out
that he was not followed by Barney, and the heathen was going to stop it
somehow."
"It seems rather remarkable to me," said Jack, "that they should care
whether Barney followed them or not, for it is likely they now have the
girl under such close watch that there is absolutely no chance for her
to run away again."
"She may have been forced into a marriage already," Browning said.
"You do not know her," declared Frank. "She is a girl of such spirit
that her father will find it extremely difficult to compel her to marry
against her will."
"Yah," nodded the Dutch boy, "you pet me my poots on dot!"
"Begorra! she has th' clane grit in her," agreed Barney.
"That is certain," admitted Bruce, "else she would not have dared run
away as she did. Not one girl in a thousand would have the nerve to do a
thing like that."
"I am greatly interested to see this remarkable young lady," said
Diamond. "I like girls of spirit."
Frank paid no heed to what the others were saying. He was walking the
floor, the expression of his face showing that he was in a brown study.
"Shust look ad him," whispered Hans. "Uf he geds dot Lort Sdanfort holdt
uf--vale, dot feller don't know vere he vas at purty queek alretty."
After a time, Frank paused to say:
"This is a case on which no time is to be lost, as Inza may be forced
into a marriage if she is not soon given aid in some manner.
Unfortunately, it seems to me that there is no clew to begin work on
immediately. We are at sea."
"Av you don't foind a way out av it roight off it will be th' firrust
toime ye ivver wur balked," said Barney, admiringly.
"There is always a first time, but we will hope this is not one. I am
going to give the matter some thought. Talk it over, fellows, and see if
you can't devise some plan."
As Frank was passing into an adjoining room, Hodge approached him,
saying in a low tone:
"You must not forget that I am in constant danger every day I remain in
California, Merriwell. I must get out as soon as possible."
At first a shadow of annoyance seemed to rest on Frank's face, but it
quickly passed, and he said:
"You are right, Bart. A steamer leaves for Honolulu day after to-morrow.
To-morrow I will secure passage on her for you."
Then he passed on into the room.
Two hours later Rattleton found Frank alone.
"Well, Merry," said Harry, "what is to be done? Have you decided yet?"
Frank shook his head.
"It is a most perplexing and puzzling situation," he confessed. "If I
knew where to find Inza it would not be long before I would have a plan.
But to find her--that's the rub."
"What would you do then?" asked Harry. "You could not take her away from
her father."
"That is true. But her father is an invalid, and I believe this Lord
Stanford has used undue influence in persuading him to force Inza into
this marriage. In London I was able to save Mr. Burrage and Inza from
being blown to pieces by an anarchist's bomb. It is not likely that he
has forgotten this. It may be that I would have some influence with him
myself."
"It is possible," admitted Harry; "but even your influence might fail."
"In that case," declared Frank, "I should try to resort to more
desperate means."
"It is dangerous, Merry--very dangerous. Since reaching California we
have escaped from one danger by the tin of our skeeth--I mean by the
skin of our teeth. Even now there is a possibility that Hodge may be
arrested."
Frank scowled a little, but nodded slowly.
"I know it," he acknowledged, "but in two days Hodge will be on the sea
bound for Honolulu. He is to take passage on a steamer that leaves day
after to-morrow. It is this girl I am thinking about, now, Rattle."
"Girls have caused you any amount of trouble, Merry."
"I know that, and I am willing that this girl should cause me any amount
more."
"Then it must be that you are still in love with her. This is the girl
you care about more than any other."
"I don't know," said Frank, slowly. "It may be. I have not seen her in a
long time, and I have seen many other girls, for some of whom I have had
more than a passing fancy."
"It is certain that some of them have had more than a passing fancy for
you, Frank," laughed Harry.
Merriwell did not smile.
"Harry," he said, gravely, "my thoughts are now of Inza alone. All other
girls are forgotten. She always had the utmost confidence in me. She
trusted me, and she believed I could do anything. If she knew I were in
San Francisco she would find a way to appeal to me for aid. I can fancy
her alone with her invalid father, whose one ambition is to make a good
match for his child before he dies. I can fancy her appealing to him,
begging him not to force her into this odious marriage. She is not the
girl to cringe or cry. She is impulsive, hot-blooded, passionate, and,
as a last resort, to escape this English lord, she might do something
desperate. Nay, she might commit suicide."
Harry was inclined to laugh at this, but he saw that Merriwell was very
grave and earnest, and he refrained. He shook his head, however, saying:
"You cannot be in earnest, old fellow. Girls do not commit suicide
nowadays."
"I assure you there is no telling what a girl like Inza Burrage might
do. That is what worries me. I feel that it is my duty to aid her, but
how--how can I reach her?"
"Pive it gup--I mean give it up, old man. Let us sleep over it
to-night."
"Sleep--sleep after hearing this? Impossible!"
"But you can do nothing until daylight comes."
"That is true, and I am wondering what I shall be able to do then. That
is why I cannot sleep."
In vain Rattleton urged Frank to lie down and rest. At last he gave it
up and went into the other room to tell the boys how hard hit Frank was
by the news concerning his old sweetheart.
"I don't doubt me," nodded Hans. "Thot am shust like Vrankie. He vos
alvays thinking a great deal more of somepody else apout, than he vas
himself of."
"Begorra," put in Barney, "it is no more than nacheral he should think a
great dale av thot girrul. They wur the bist av swatehearts at Fardale.
Although they sometimes jist quarreled a bit it's true love thot nivver
did run smooth at all, at all, and there's no telling what may happen
betwane thim. For sure there is very little smoothness in their love
affairs."
"Ah, Merriwell is always falling in love," said Diamond. "I do not
believe it goes very deep with him."
"An' if it is yersilf thot thinks so!" cried Barney, contemptuously,
"it's little ye know about him, thin!"
Jack flushed, and seemed on the point of resenting this plain speech,
but bit his lip and remained silent, although he gave Barney a black
look.
The Irish lad did not mind looks, however, and as for words, he had a
proverbial Irish tongue that could send back a witty and cutting reply
for any sort of speech.
After meeting Hans in San Francisco, Barney had been stopping with Hans
at a boarding house to which they now decided to return for the night.
Before leaving, however, they had a few words with Frank, who made them
promise to come around early in the morning.
"I may have thought of some plan of action by that time," he said.
"Think the matter over yourselves, boys, perhaps you may be able to aid
me. You know Inza, and--well, you know me. You must know I would give
anything I possess to locate her now."
"You pet mine poots we know dot," nodded Hans.
"Begorra, you're th' roight stuff, Frankie, an' Oi'm riddy to foight wid
yer bist frind if he maloigns ye," said Barney, thinking of Diamond.
Frank pressed their hands and bade them good-night. Then they departed.
CHAPTER IV--INZA'S LETTER
Barney and Hans did not turn up on the following morning as soon as
Frank expected they would, and as he had forgotten to ask where they
boarded, he could not go to find them.
Merriwell had spent a restless, almost a sleepless night. But, although
his face was pale, he seemed as full of energy as ever.
He had conceived a plan by which, with Barney's aid, he fancied he might
find Inza. But Barney--where was he?
It was past nine o'clock when the Irish lad came tearing up to the
hotel, followed by Hans, who was puffing and blowing like a porpoise,
his eyes bulging from his head, his face expressing the wildest
excitement.
"Frankie!" gasped Barney.
"Vrankie!" panted Hans.
"What is it?" asked Frank, seeing something unusual had happened.
"It's news, we hiv', me b'y!"
"Yah! id vas news we haf!"
"News!" exclaimed Frank, "what sort of news? Have you found Inza?"
"It's not found her yit we hiv', me b'y, but we'll foind her soon, or
Oi'll ate me boots!"
"Yah! and I shall make a square meal mit mine coat off!"
Frank grasped Barney by the shoulder.
"You have found a clew--is that it? Why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"Begorra, it's a bit loait we stayed up last night, Frankie, an' Oi
overslipt this morning. As for this Dutch chase, he nivver would, wake
up at all, at all, av it wur not fer me. He would slape roight on fer a
wake."
"Oxscuce me," said Hans. "No wake in mine. Vhat you took me for--an
Irishmans, aind't id?"
"Tell me what it is you have found out," cried Frank, sharply.
With frantic haste Barney tore something from his pocket and waved it
wildly in the air.
"Here it is, me b'y!" he shouted.
"Yah, thar it vas!" squealed Hans.
"What is it? Give it to me!" commanded Frank.
Then he snatched the object from Barney's hands.
It was a letter.
"Inza's writing!" said Frank, hoarsely, as he glanced at it. "I would
know it anywhere! A letter to you, Barney! When did you receive this?"
"In th' mornin' mail, me b'y, afther Oi got up. So ye say it is well Oi
overslipt mysilf, or Oi would not have bin there to recave th' mail whin
it was delivered."
The envelope had been torn open in a ragged manner, showing Barney had
opened it with great haste.
Frank lost no time in drawing forth the letter. In a moment he was
reading it. It ran as follows:
"_Dear Barney_: I am writing this on the sly, hoping to find an
opportunity to mail it to you. I am to be taken from the city in
the morning by my father and this horrid Lord Stanford. How I
despise him! But he seems to have plenty of money, and father is
all taken up with him. Somehow, I fancy he has not as much money
as he pretends to have. I am sure he thinks me an heiress,
although I have told him a hundred times I am not. Father,
however, has caused him to think we are very well to do,
financially, and that is enough to lead the scheming scoundrel
on. It seems to make no difference to him when I tell him how
much I dislike him. He simply laughs and says I will get over
that by and by when we are married. That will never be. I would
not marry him if he were the last man in the world--so there!
"But I am forgetting to tell you what I started to say. Lord
Stanford has bought a yacht, and he is going to take us away on
it to-morrow morning. I have refused to go. Father says I must.
Oh, dear! I wish I had some one who could help me escape from
this horrid Englishman. If Frank Merriwell were here--dear old
Frank! I could call on him. Oh, what would I give to see him
now? But he is far away--so far away.
"If I could get another good chance, I would run away. I may get
a chance. I am afraid you cannot help me again, for you have
been watched. To-night I heard Lord Stanford tell father where
you were, and that is how I know your address.
"Stanford's yacht is somewhere out toward North Beach or Black
Point. I know this from overhearing his talk with father. In the
morning, unless I am fortunate enough to give them the slip, he
will take me on board for the cruise. Where they are going I do
not know. Oh, if you could aid me to get away from them once
more; but I know it is too much to ask you to try this again. If
I had been able to reach my aunt in Sacramento, I think she
would have persuaded father to drop his scheme of marrying me to
Lord Stanford.
"Good-by, Barney. You were always Frank's stanchest friend and
admirer, and that is why I have thought so much of you and
trusted you so fully. Dear Frank, where can he be? Oh, wouldn't
he give it to this horrid Englishman if he were here and knew
the truth? He would not be afraid of a hundred Lord Stanfords.
He never was afraid of anything in his life! I dreamed of him
last night, and I thought he had come to aid me. When I awakened
and found it was only a dream, I cried myself to sleep again.
"Oh, Barney! father came so near catching me writing this letter
just now! I was barely able to conceal it from him in time. He
asked me what I was doing, and I fibbed by saying, 'nothing at
all, father.' He was so suspicious, and I am taking desperate
chances in adding these few lines. I shall try to bribe the bell
boy to post this letter for me, and I hope it will reach you all
right. Farewell, _Inza_."
To the astonishment of both Barney and Hans the reading of this letter
did not seem to excite Frank at all. There was a slight movement of the
muscles of his face when Inza mentioned him, but that was all.
When he had finished, he folded the letter quickly and put it into his
pocket.
"Barney," he said, sharply, "order a cab without delay. Have it at the
door in five minutes."
"All right, me b'y!" cried Barney, and he made a rush to obey,
Frank disappeared in the other direction, and Hans was left alone.
"Well, I vender vere I vas at," said the Dutch boy, as he stared around
him in a bewildered manner. "Vat vas it Vrankie's going to done alretty
yet? It don't took him more than vive hours to make oop his mind he vas
going to do someding. I pet me your life he yas going to git after dot
Lord Stanford like a kioodle dog after a pone."
Before five minutes had passed Frank came rushing from the hotel and
found Barney waiting at the door, while the cab was standing near the
curb.
"Here yes are, me b'y," cried the Irish lad.
"Good!" exclaimed Frank, with satisfaction.
Then he addressed the driver.
"How far is it to North Beach?" he asked.
"Two miles, sir," was the answer.
"Can you make it in twenty minutes?"
"I doubt it, sir."
"Here is five dollars," said Frank, handing the driver the money. "Get
me to North Beach in twenty minutes and you shall have five more."
The man seized the money eagerly, and then asked:
"What part of North Beach do you want to go to, Sir?"
"I don't know," confessed Merry.
The driver looked surprised.
"Don't know!" he exclaimed in a puzzled way. "Well, that is strange."
"Is Black Point anywhere near North Beach?" asked Frank, hurriedly.
"Sure," nodded the driver.
"Then take us out that way," ordered Frank, as he bundled Barney into
the cab, followed himself and slammed the door.
The driver whipped up his horses, and away they went with a
rattlety-bump just as Hans came waddling out of the hotel, crying for
them to hold on.
Frank looked at his watch.
"Five minutes of ten," he said. "We shall get there at a quarter after
ten. Even that may be too late."
"Howly Mowses!" exclaimed Barney. "It's the divvil's own rush ye do be
in, an' ye don't same to be in a hurry, ayther. But how are we going to
foind Lord Stanford's yacht, afther we get there, Frankie? Oi'd loike to
have yez explain."
"That's something--I can't tell--yet," acknowledged Frank, as the cab
dashed around a corner and pitched them into a heap against one side.
"We'll have to--hunt for--it."
"Musha! musha!" gasped the Irish lad. "It's a sure thing thot droiver
manes to earn the other foive dollars."
For Barney it was a somewhat exciting ride at first, as the street was
filled with cars, carriages and trucks, each one of which seemed trying
to get to some destination regardless of all the others. In and out,
here and there, dodging in front of a car, narrowly missing the wheel of
a truck, slinking through a narrow space between two heavy teams,
turning to the right, turning to the left, on rattled the cab. The boys
were thrown about as if they had been seated in a small boat that was at
the mercy of an angry sea.
At length the streets were less obstructed, and the driver made greater
speed. He wielded the whip mercilessly.
"This is fun aloive," gasped Barney. "Oi'll not hiv' a whole bone in me
body whin Oi git there."
Frank said nothing, but looked at his watch, after which he nodded in a
satisfied manner.
"Is it fast enough fer yez--we are going--Frankie?" asked Barney, with a
bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"If it is only two miles to North Beach we will get there in less than
fifteen minutes," said Frank.
"But it's did we may be whin we arroive, me b'y."
Crack! crack! crack! sounded the driver's whip, each snap being like the
report of a pistol. Clatter! clatter! co-lat-ter! sounded the hoofs of
the galloping horses.
"Oi've played football a little in me loife," said Barney, as he picked
himself up from the bottom of the cab, only to be thrown down again with
greater violence, "but Oi'll admit this takes th' cake. Football is not
in it, at all, at all."
Still Frank was silent. Now he held his watch in his hand his eyes
fastened upon it. Montgomery Avenue was reached, and they turned into
it.
At the corner of the next street they nearly ran down another carriage.
By a sharp turn to the right, the driver whirled alongside of the cab
into which he had nearly crashed.
Looking from the window, Frank gazed directly into the window of the
other cab.
A cry escaped his lips:
"Inza--there she is!"
There was an answering cry, and the face of a beautiful girl appeared at
the window of the other cab.
"Frank!" she almost screamed. "Frank, is it you?"
Then a pair of hands grasped her, and pulled her back from view.
But Frank had seen enough, and now his very heart was on fire with
excitement. Inza--he had found her.
CHAPTER V--TO THE RESCUE
Both Frank and Barney saw that a struggle was going on in the other cab.
They could hear Inza crying for some one to let her go, and the sound of
her voice made Frank more desperate than ever.
"The scoundrel!" he panted, trying to tear open the door and spring out.
"I'd like to choke the breath of life out of him! If he harms her, I
will."
"Thot's roight, me b'y!" shouted Barney. "We'll give it to th'
spalpeen!"
Then the driver of the other cab whipped up his horses, and away they
dashed getting in ahead of the one carrying Frank and Barney.
"They are making for the harbor!" grated Frank. "That is how it happens
we came upon them."
"Roight again, as ye always are," agreed Barney.
Frank thrust his head out of the window and shouted to the driver.
"After them! after them! Don't let them get away, on your life!"
"After who?" asked the driver.
"That cab!" flashed back Frank. "Are you dazed or drunk? Whip up,
man--whip up!"
"They didn't do nothing," declared the driver. "It was me who came near
running into them."
"Hang it!" burst from Merriwell. "I don't care about that! I want you to
follow them!"
"What for?" asked the driver.
"Because I tell you to, you stupid blockhead!" Frank almost roared. "It
will be worth ten dollars to you if you keep them in sight."
"I will do it or kill my horses!" declared the man.
The other cab had obtained quite a start while Frank was urging the
driver to start in pursuit.
"It's a hot toime we're in fer, me b'y," said Barney.
"It's a hot chase I propose to give them," came determinedly from
Merriwell's lips. "Fortune has favored us, and now we must not let them
get away."
"Pwhat do yez mane to do afther ye catch thim?"
"Don't know now. I'll be able to tell better when we catch them."
"It's Inza's father thot's in th' cab."
"It was not her father that pulled her back from view."
"Whoy?"
"Because he has not the strength to handle her with such ease. The last
time I saw him he was a weak and broken old man."
"It's betther he is now, Frankie. Thravel sames to hiv' done th' ould
duck good, so it does."
"It is probable that both her father and Lord Stanford are in that cab."
"An' it's not yesilf thot will think av throying to take th' girrul away
from her fayther, is it?"
"I don't know," said Frank, his face hard and stern. "In this free
country fathers who try to force their daughters into odious marriages
are not popular, and, should I be arrested for interfering, it is almost
certain I would have the sympathy of the public."
He looked out of the window and urged the driver not to lose sight of
the other cab if he had to kill his horses in pursuing.
"Kill both your horses if necessary!" he cried. "I can pay for them!
Remember it is ten dollars anyway if you keep them in sight."
"They'll not lose me," declared the driver, shouting to make his voice
heard above the rattling rumble of wheels.
At the very next corner the cab in advance swung sharply around into
Beach Street, and now they were in sight of the bay that was but a few
blocks away.
The driver of the pursuing cab attempted to make a sharp turn at the
corner, but he did not do it skillfully, and a catastrophe occurred.
Over went the cab!
Crash--smash!
The driver was flung to the ground, and Frank was shot out through a
window.
By the rarest kind of luck Frank was not injured severely, and he
quickly leaped to his feet.
The frightened horses were plunging and rearing, but the driver had
clung to the reins, and was holding them from running away.
Frank wondered if Barney had been hurt, but there was no time for him to
stop there, if he meant to keep the other cab in sight.
Frank was a sprinter, and he started after the cab at a run.
Two men tried to stop him, thinking he must have caused the smash and
was running away to escape arrest.
"Hold on!" they shouted, grabbing at him.
"Hands off!" he flung back, dodging them.
A policeman appeared at the opposite corner and yelled across the street
for the running lad to stop.
Frank did not heed the command.
Seeing the driver struggling with his frantic horses the officer
hastened to his aid, letting Frank go.
Round to the left the cab turned at the next corner.
Frank saw a head thrust out of a window, and he knew one of the
occupants was looking back.
Round the corner darted Frank.
Out upon a long pier the cab was being driven.
Setting his teeth the pursuer made a last great burst of speed, and went
racing out upon the pier.
The cab stopped, and a young, red-faced man flung open the door and
sprang out. Then he reached back and pulled the girl out after him.
A short distance from the pier a handsome white yacht lay at anchor. At
the foot of the stone steps that ran down to a small floating landing
lay a rowboat. In the boat was a sailor in yachting costume, while
another sailor stood on the pier, as if he had been waiting for the
appearance of some one.
"Here, Bush!" cried the man who had pulled the girl from the cab; "take
her--hold her! I must have it out with this blooming young idiot who is
coming."
"Drop that girl!" cried Merriwell, with one hand outflung, as he came
straight on.
Inza's father was slowly getting from the cab, shaking with excitement,
his face being very pale.
Lord Stanford tried to hand the girl over to the sailor, but at this
juncture Inza showed her spirit:
"Don't touch me--don't you dare!" she cried to the sailor, her eyes
flashing at him in a manner that made him hesitate.
Then she broke from all detaining hands and ran toward Frank, who met
her and placed an arm about her shoulders.
"Oh, Frank!" she panted; "is it you--can it be?"
"Yes, Inza," he answered, as he held her close and kept his eyes on the
Englishman, whose flushed face had grown white with rage. "It is I."
"And you have come to--to save me from that horrid wretch?"
"Well, you should know I am ready to do anything in my power for you,
Inza. Have I ever failed to respond when you have appealed to me for
aid?"
"Never--never, Frank! Don't let him come near me again! I am afraid of
him!"
"Release that young lady!" cried Lord Stanford, his voice hoarse and
husky. "Who are you that you dare interfere here?"
He took a step toward Merriwell, but was halted by a look from the Yale
lad's flashing eyes.
"I am the friend of Miss Burrage," answered Frank; "and I shall protect
her from you, sir."
The Englishman forced a husky laugh.
"That's a blooming good joke!" he sneered. "Miss Burrage is in her
father's charge, and I scarcely think you will have the impudence to
interfere."
Bernard Burrage looked on in a helpless manner, leaning heavily on his
cane.
"Her father has no right to force her into an odious marriage against
her will," declared Frank. "It is possible that she needs protection
from him."
"What insolence!" fumed Lord Stanford. "I never heard anything like it!
There's not an English boy living who would dare think of attempting
such a thing."
"Possibly not; but you are not dealing with an English boy, sir. I am
American to the bone."
"And what you need is a good sound drubbing."
"Possibly you think of giving it to me? If so, I advise you to take off
your coat, as you will find it warm work, I assure you."
Inza clung to Frank, looking up at his handsome face with an expression
of admiration in her dark eyes.
"You young scoundrel! Perhaps you do not know whom you are addressing?"
"It makes no difference to me, sir."
"I am Lord Stanford, of----"
"I don't care if you are the lord of all Europe! You are on American
soil now, and dealing with a full-blooded American."
"Bah!" cried the Englishman. "You are nothing but a young braggart! You
are trying to pose as a hero before the young lady, but it will do you
no good."
"Do you think so? That makes not a bit of difference to me."
Frank regretted very much that he had not been able to follow them to
the pier with a cab, for then he would have made an attempt to hurry
Inza into it and carry her away.
Now he fully realized that, should he attempt to walk away with her, if
Lord Stanford found no other manner of stopping him, he could follow and
order the first policeman he met to arrest Frank.
Merriwell saw that Bernard Burrage was shaking with excitement, showing
the old man's nerves were quite unstrung.
Stanford appealed to Inza's father.
"Mr. Burrage," he said, "why don't you order that young man to unhand
your daughter? Is it possible you mean to let him carry on this outrage
in such a high-handed manner?"
"Let her go! Let her go!" cried the invalid, weakly, lifting his heavy
cane and shaking it in a feeble manner at the youth.
"I will do so when she commands me, not before," declared Frank, calmly.
"I am astonished at you, Mr. Burrage! I never dreamed you would attempt
to force your daughter into a marriage against her will."
"Have you forgotten?" whispered Inza. "This is not the first time. He
tried to make me marry my cousin in New Orleans."
"It's nothing to you--nothing, sir, nothing!" excitedly shouted Bernard
Burrage.
"Take her away from him, why don't you?" fretted Lord Stanford.
Frank laughed with a cutting sound.
"That is very fine, noble sir!" he sneered. "It seems quite appropriate
that you should stand still and order this feeble old man to take her
from me."
"He has the right to do it, don't you know."
"You do it, Lord Stanford--I give you the right to do it," said the old
man.
"Yes, come and do it!" urged Frank.
"Oh, can't we get away!" whispered Inza. "We must!"
"If Barney would appear with the cab!" thought Frank. "I am afraid he
was badly injured."
Once more he looked around, but the one he wished to see was not in
view.
Frank longed to have several of the boys on hand, for then he could have
looked after the Englishman and the girl's father while they carried
Inza away.
As Frank turned his head, Lord Stanford stepped swiftly forward and
grasped Inza's wrist, attempting to draw her away.
She gave a scream.
Merriwell turned like a flash, saw what was occurring, and swung his
fist at the Englishman.
Crack!--the blow caught Lord Stanford fairly on the left ear.
Down he went, measuring his length on the planking in a moment.
The sailor who had been standing on the pier was near at hand, and he
hurried to assist the fallen nobleman.
But Stanford was not hurt, and he got up quickly.
The blow was sufficient to arouse his anger fully, and he made a blind
rush for Frank.
Merriwell saw he was in for a struggle with the enraged nobleman, and he
quickly placed Inza behind him, keeping his eyes on Stanford all the
while.
The furious fellow struck at Frank, huskily crying:
"Take that, you young ruffian! It's a bobby I'll call and have you
arrested for what you have done!"
But Frank avoided the blow with ease.
He did not strike Stanford again.
"You are a mark," he laughed. "I'm ashamed to give you what you deserve.
Why, I could break your nose in a moment if I wished."
"Bragging again! You Americans are always bragging! That is all you know
how to do!"
"Really! History shows we have done up Johnny Bull twice, and done him
good. If necessary, we can do him up again."
Again Stanford rushed, and again Frank ducked and dodged aside,
thrusting out his foot and tripping the Englishman.
Down upon the planking plunged the angry nobleman, striking his nose
hard enough to scrape it quite severely.
When he got up he was blind with rage--almost frothing.
He made such a swift rush at Frank that Merry was not able to dodge
again, and he received a slight blow on the cheek.
Frank's eyes flashed, and he grappled with Stanford.
Whirling the fellow about, he grasped him by the collar and a convenient
portion of the trousers he wore.
"You are excited, my dear sir," said Merriwell, gently. "What you need
is a nice chance to cool off. I think I will give you an opportunity to
do so."
Then he ran the frightened and frantic nobleman to the edge of the pier
and kicked him off into the water.
"There," said Frank, as he stood looking down, having thrust his hands
into his pockets, "that will be a fine thing for you."
Lord Stanford came up, spouting like a whale.
"Murder!" he cried. "He means to drown me!"
"Oh, no; only give you a bath," said Frank, soberly.
Then he heard a shrill cry of fear behind him, and whirled to see that
the sailor had seized Inza.
Like a leaping panther the young athlete went for the man.
"Help!" appealed Inza.
The sailor saw Frank coming, and prepared to meet the attack. He was a
thick, muscular-appearing fellow, and he did not seem in the least
afraid of Merriwell, for all that the latter had handled Lord Stanford
with such ease.
"You won't find a snap with me," said the man, showing eagerness for the
struggle. "I can handle two or three of you."
He looked as if he fully believed it. Indeed, he had the appearance of a
prize fighter, and ninety-nine boys out of a hundred would have
hesitated about tackling him.
Not so with Frank. He was ready to tackle an army of giants in defense
of Inza, and he grappled with the sailor.
But he was given no time to see what he could do.
It seemed that a thunderbolt from the clear sky descended and smote him
on the head. There was a flash of light as if something had exploded in
his head.
Darkness followed.
CHAPTER VI--FRANK BUYS A YACHT
Frank sat up and looked around. Deep-toned bells seemed to be ringing in
his head, which throbbed with a pain that made him weak and faint.
He was on the pier, and a man in yachting dress was approaching him.
There seemed to be something familiar in the appearance of the man.
Frank wondered what had happened, for his wits were so scattered that he
could not pull them together readily.
"That was a decidedly rough deal you received, Mr. Merriwell," said the
man in the yachting suit. "I saw it all, and you did not have a fair
show."
Frank looked at him stupidly.
"You know me," he said, speaking with an effort; "but you have the
advantage of me. Somehow, though, your face does seem familiar. I
believe I have seen you before."
"Sure you have! Why, have you forgotten last night in Chinatown?"
"No. I have not forgotten. You are Mr. Chandler."
"Yes. Permit me to assist you to rise. I hope you are not badly hurt. It
was a wicked blow, delivered with all the strength the old man could
muster."
"Blow?" muttered Frank, as he was aided to his feet, but found that at
first he was unable to stand without aid. "Was I struck? It seems that
somebody hit me on the head."
"You're dazed. Somebody did hit you. I saw you toss one chap into the
water and grapple with the other. Then the old man knocked you down with
his cane."
Frank grew excited.
"I was fighting for Inza!" he exclaimed. "I remember it now! So her
father knocked me out? Where have they taken her?"
"They took her away in a boat, although she struggled to break away and
reach you," answered Chandler. "They are on board that yacht out there
now."
He pointed toward Lord Stanford's yacht, where it was seen that sailors
were making hasty preparations to get under weigh, but no sign of the
Englishman, Inza, or Mr. Burrage could be seen.
Frank Merriwell straightened up with a sudden return of strength that
was, to say the least, astonishing.
"So they have carried her on board?" he said, quickly. "And it is plain
they will be away directly. Mr. Chandler, I believe you have a boat?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where is it?"
"There it lays."
The man pointed to a small but handsome single-sticker that lay within a
short distance of Lord Stanford's boat.
"It seems to me that you said last night that you wished to sell her."
"I do."
"How much will you take for her as she lays?"
"She cost me fifteen hundred dollars, but I am anxious to sell, and I
will take a thousand."
"I'll take her."
John Chandler gasped for breath, and then smiled doubtingly.
"That is easily said, but I must have ready cash for her, and----"
"You shall have ready cash. I will give you a check on the Nevada Bank,
where I have an account. My guardian fully expected I would need plenty
of money by the time I reached San Francisco, and he arranged it for me,
so I am able to secure almost any reasonable sum. There will be no
trouble or delay in getting your money."
Chandler still looked doubtful, as it seemed rather improbable that this
lad could draw so much money on short notice.
"How many men have you on your yacht?" asked Frank, as if the matter
were settled.
"None now. The two friends who were with me last night were the last of
my party, save the cook, and even the cook left this morning."
"Is she fitted up for a cruise?"
"I should say so! I expected to spend four more weeks on board, but
business changes have knocked me out on that."
"Remember, I have bought her just as she lays."
"Certainly."
"That includes everything on board, save your personal property, Mr.
Chandler."
"Exactly."
"I shall take possession, with a full crew, before noon."
"Great Scott! You do things in a hurry, young man."
"This occasion makes it necessary. I am going to follow that other
yacht."
"I am afraid she will get off ahead of you, and you may have some
trouble in following her."
"Well, I shall attempt it. Come; we'll get a cab, and go to the bank at
once. The transfer must be made in a hurry, and I must get my party
together without the loss of a moment."
They hastened off the pier.
Coming toward them they saw a cab that looked somewhat bruised and
battered, one of its lamps having been smashed and one side damaged.
"I believe it is the very cab in which I pursued Lord Stanford!" cried
Frank. "Yes, I know it is! And there is Barney coming, too!"
The Irish boy was on foot, limping along painfully, but he waved his
hand in a cheerful manner when he saw Frank, shouting:
"Hurro, me b'y! It's nivver a bit can yez kill Barney Mulloy at all, at
all!"
Then the Irish boy hurried forward, still limping, and excitedly asked:
"Pwhere be they, Frankie? Is it th' shlip they gave yez, me lad? Musha!
musha! it's bad luck we had!"
"They got away for the time," said Frank, swiftly; "but I am going to
follow them in a yacht I have just bought."
"A yacht? Ye've bought a yacht? It's jist loike yez! Ye'd be afther
buying a stameboat av it wur necessary!"
Then Barney recognized Chandler as one of the men who had hastened to
their aid in the Chinese theatre.
"An' is it your yacht he's bought?" asked the Irish lad. "It's nivver Oi
saw th' bate av this! An' th' droiver says ye'll have ter pay fer his
smash, though it's litthle his cab wur damaged."
The driver stopped at the curb and began to bemoan the fate that had
befallen him.
Frank cut him short.
"Give us a rest!" he exclaimed. "You were paid to take chances, and it
is not my fault if you upset by turning a corner too sharply. It's a
wonder you escaped arrest for reckless driving."
"I should have been pulled, sir," said the driver, "but it happened I
knew the officer who saw the affair. But I'll have to pay for the damage
done to the hack, sir, and I'm a poor man with a wife and five children
to support."
"Here is the ten dollars I promised you if you would get me to the water
front inside of twenty minutes," said Frank, as he handed over a bill,
which the driver eagerly grasped. "Do you want to earn ten more? That
will make twenty-five, and will pay you well for everything, damage and
all."
"Tell me how I can make ten more."
"By taking us to the Nevada Bank in a hurry."
"Get in."
The door of the cab was jerked open, and Frank urged Chandler and Barney
in. He paused to say to the driver:
"Every minute is precious. You know I pay right off the reel if you give
satisfaction. Do your best."
The door slammed, and away went the cab.
"Barney," said Frank, when they were started, "this cab will land us at
the corner of Montgomery and Pine streets, where I shall leave it to
complete my business with Mr. Chandler. I want you to stay in the cab,
which will take you to my hotel. You are to tell the boys I have bought
a yacht, and every man must be on board ready to sail before noon. Get
them together, have Rattleton settle the hotel bill, and see that they
are all ready to get out of the place, for I shall want them to start
the instant I appear."
"Did yez ivver hear th' loikes av it?" gurgled the Irish lad. "Oi nivver
knew anybody to do anything in such a rush in all my loife."
"A rush is required in this case, or Lord Stanford will get too much the
start of me."
Frank finished giving Barney instructions during the ride, and before
the bank was reached, the Irish lad knew exactly what was expected of
him.
When the bank was reached, Frank and Chandler got out. Frank gave the
driver the promised money, and added something to pay him for taking
Barney to the hotel.
This was done without waste of time, and then Merriwell led the way into
the bank.
Business in the bank was soon concluded, and when Frank again reached
the pier at the foot of Taylor Street, having in his pocket a paper that
showed he had paid one thousand dollars for the yacht _Greyhound_, seven
boys were there to greet him.
Jack Diamond started in to grumble, but Frank cut him short.
"Not a word!" he said, sharply. "All who wish to go with me without
question are welcome; any who do not wish to do so are at liberty to
remain behind."
As he spoke he was eagerly looking for Lord Stanford's yacht, which was
gone from its place of anchorage. An expression of great satisfaction,
of positive joy, escaped his lips when he saw far out toward the Golden
Gate a sloop-rigged craft that he believed was the Englishman's boat.
"Thank goodness the breeze has fallen!" he muttered. "She has not been
able to get out of the harbor."
Three minutes later Frank had bargained with a boatman to set the whole
party on board the _Greyhound_.
This was not necessary, however, for he discovered the small boat beside
the pier, Chandler having come off in it.
However, as the bargain was made, the man took off all but three of the
boys. Frank, Bart and Barney used the small boat.
Frank was wondering at the non-appearance of the former owner of the
yacht, as Chandler had stated he would be on hand to see if there was
any of his personal property on the _Greyhound_ that he wished to take
away.
"I can't wait for him," Merry decided. "It was odd he did not keep with
me. As I had a little business to look after, and was in a rush, I
presume he did not care to chase me around, and he thought I would not
be able to get here as soon as this."
Immediately they were on board, Frank set each one at some task, and put
them on the jump.
"Do you see that small white yacht that is trying to beat out past the
point?" he asked.
"Yah," nodded Hans, "we seen dot."
"Yah!" exclaimed Frank, whose spirits were rising now they were on board
the _Greyhound_ and Lord Stanford had not been able to get out of sight
and give them the slip. "What do you mean by addressing the captain in
that manner, sir? Yah! Who ever heard of a sailor saying 'yah' to his
superior officer! You should say, 'Ay, ay, sir.'"
"Vale, I dinks me I said dot der next times, Vrankie."
"'Vrankie,'" shouted Merriwell. "Who ever heard anything like that?
Think of a common sailor addressing the captain of a vessel by his front
name! Have a little more respect, young man!" he suddenly thundered, as
if greatly enraged. "If you are not careful, you shall be placed in
irons and thrown into the hold!"
Hans gasped for breath and began to tremble.
"Dunder und blitzens!" he murmured. "Vat vos der madder mit dot poy! Uf
dis been der vay he done as soon as we get der vater on, der next time I
took a sail mit him I vas goin' to sday ad home. Yah!"
Frank pointed out Lord Stanford's yacht to the boys, and told them that
he did not wish to lose sight of it.
He set Toots and Hans to hoisting the anchor, while Harry, Bart and Jack
shook out the sails.
The jib was run up first, and then the mainsail was hoisted, Barney, who
was a skillful sailor, having taken the helm.
Strange to say, it seemed as if the wind had been waiting for them to
make sail, for it arose promptly and filled the sails so that the
_Greyhound_ soon bore away on the starboard tack.
Out beyond the point the _Fox_, Lord Stanford's yacht, had felt the wind
first, and was already tacking close under the northern shore.
Frank went aft and stood near Barney, while he watched the actions of
the _Greyhound_ with no little anxiety.
He had no idea what sort of a boat he had purchased, and he could see
that the Englishman's yacht had a rakish, saucy look, as if it might be
able to show him a clean pair of heels in a fair breeze.
Under Frank's directions, the sails were trimmed and the _Greyhound_
close hauled, as he wished to see how near he could run to the wind
without falling off.
Although the wind was unfavorable, as it was not steady, coming in gusts
now and then, Frank waited till fair headway had been obtained, and then
had Barney luff till the course was close into the wind, which was held
long enough to convince him that the _Greyhound_ did not jibe easily.
"Good!" he exclaimed, with satisfaction. "I was afraid she might prove
cranky. Hold her as close as you can, Barney, and not let her yaw. I
believe she is a dandy against the wind. If she proves all right before
the wind, we'll give Lord Stanford a hot little run of it."
CHAPTER VII--THE STORM
After a while Frank went below to examine the interior of the yacht. He
found it very comfortable and well furnished with all necessities and
not a few luxuries.
"She's a little boat," he said; "but she's a peach! There won't be any
room to spare on board, but we'll manage to get along somehow. It is
plain she was built for not more than five or six, and there are eight
of us."
Bart Hodge came down.
"By Jove!" he said, dropping on a cushioned seat, "I am feeling better,
don't you know. I hated to sail for Honolulu, and now we'll soon be so
far from San Francisco that there'll not be much danger of arrest. I
want to stick by you, Merry."
"And I hope we'll be able to hang together, old fellow," assured Frank.
"You have been beating about for yourself far too long."
"I know it--I can see it now. It's lucky you turned up just as you did,
for I was going to the dogs."
Frank examined the wardrobe, and a cry of satisfaction came from him.
"Look here!" he exclaimed. "Here are a number of yachting suits. Perhaps
we can dig out suits for all of us."
They overhauled the clothing, and Frank and Bart soon found suits which
fitted them very well. In fact, Merriwell was so well built that he
obtained a splendid fit, and remarkably handsome he appeared in the cap,
short jacket and light trousers of a yachtsman.
"We are strictly in it," he smiled, surveying Bart. "I'll go on deck and
send the others down for suits, while you remain here and assist them in
the selections. I want to keep my eye on Lord Stanford, anyway."
So Frank ascended the companion way, and soon took Barney's place at the
helm, sending him and Bruce below.
The boys were much surprised to see Merriwell appear in a yachting suit,
and he explained that he had purchased everything on board the
_Greyhound_, which included the suits in the wardrobe, as they plainly
were not all Chandler's personal property, having been designed for men
of different build.
"Vale, uf dot don'd peat der pand!" muttered the Dutch boy. "Uf dere
peen a suit der lot in dot vill fit me, I vill show der poys vat a dandy
sailors der Dutch makes. Yaw!"
Barney soon returned to the deck, having found a very good fit, but he
said Bruce was having more difficulty.
"Begorra! there wur a fat mon on borrud, an' he's lift a suit thot will
fit this Dutch chase," grinned the Irish lad.
"Why you don'd drop id callin' me dot names, Barney!" cried Hans. "I
don't like dot, you pet!"
The other lads went below to see what they could find in the way of
clothes as Frank sent them, Toots being the last.
Every boy found a suit, although in some cases the clothes were too
loose. Hans came swelling on deck, wearing a suit with the legs of the
trousers turned up several inches and the wrists of the coat sleeves
rolled back.
"Say!" he grinned; "I vos a pird! Did you efer seen der peat me of now,
I don't know?"
Toots had discovered an ordinary sailor's suit, with white anchors
worked upon it, and he was proud as a peacock.
The very first leg across had carried them out past Black Point, upon
which Fort Mason frowned down upon them when they swung close under the
shore and went about on the other tack.
At first the _Greyhound_ gained on the _Fox_, as Merry could see; but as
Lord Stanford's yacht approached the open ocean she found a stronger
breeze and danced along in a lively manner.
Other vessels were in the narrows, but there was plenty of room for them
all.
Frank had brought a marine glass from below, and he used it to watch the
_Fox_, having permitted Barney to take the helm again.
Merry could see Lord Stanford standing on the deck near the companion
way, talking to one of his men. From the manner of the Englishman, it
was apparent that he did not suspect he was being pursued.
"So much the better," muttered the new owner of the _Greyhound_. "If he
does not catch on right away we may be able to overhaul him and lay
alongside without being suspected."
He watched the _Fox_ till it shot out past Fort Point and disappeared
beyond the point of land on which the fort was located.
"So they are bound southward," muttered Merry. "Ten to one they are
going down the coast to Santa Cruz--possibly to Santa Barbara, although
that is quite a cruise."
Half an hour later the _Greyhound_ ran out past Fort Point, and the
_Fox_ was discovered far away along the coast, steadily bearing to the
south.
"We're after you, my boy," muttered Frank. "I don't believe you'll be
able to run away from us in a hurry."
There was a heavy swell on--an "old say," Barney called it. It was seen
that the _Fox_ was rolling a great deal.
"They are sure to hug the coast pretty close," Merriwell decided. "I
don't believe Lord Stanford cares about getting far from land in that
boat. The _Greyhound_ will sail anywhere he can go."
It became a steady sail to the south, and Frank cracked on every stitch
of canvas, hoping to come up with the _Fox_ hand-over-hand. In this he
was disappointed, although it was plain that they gained somewhat.
The afternoon sun sank lower and lower. Toots was appointed steward, and
prepared a meal from the supply of provisions on board.
At sunset the _Fox_ was seen rounding a distant point of land and making
into a bay.
"I rather think she means to stop there to-night," said Frank.
He examined the chart and decided that it was Half-moon Bay.
"If the wind holds," he declared, "we will come upon them there
to-night."
But as the sun sank in a reddish haze that seemed like a conflagration
far out on the open ocean, the wind died entirely and the _Greyhound_
lay becalmed, rolling helplessly on the "old sea."
"But it's a good bit av a brase we'll be afther havin' before mawnin',"
Barney declared. "Oi nivver saw th' sun go down thot way when it didn't
poipe up lather on."
The Irish lad was right. Frank believed this, and he ordered everything
made tight, while both mainsail and jib was double-reefed, and the
topsails taken in.
"I don't see the good of all this work," grumbled Diamond. "Here we are
rolling around without a breath of wind, and yet we're taking in sail as
if it were blowing a hurricane."
Frank paid no attention to Jack, who, in a most astonishing manner, had
developed into a grumbler since starting out on the bicycle tour across
the continent.
Barney, however, was not pleased with the Virginian's remarks, and he
snorted:
"Pwhat's th' matther wid yez? It's a roight shmart bit av a sailor ye'd
make--Oi don't think! Ye'd wait till th' wind blew, an' thin ye'd be
afther rafing."
Jack did not fancy being talked to in this manner by the Irish lad. He
flushed hotly, and seemed on the point of assaulting Barney, but Mulloy
gave indications that he was ready and anxious for a "scrap," and
Diamond thought better of it.
The rolling swell proved decidedly trying for some of the boys, and
Diamond was the first to get sick. In fact, he had begun to feel ill
when he grumbled about shortening sail.
"Dot poy vas opeyin' der Pible," grinned Hans, pointing to Jack, who was
leaning over the rail. "Der Pible says, 'Cast your pread der vater on,'
und py shimminy! he vas doin' dot, ain'd id!"
Then the Dutch boy opened wide his mouth and laughed heartily. Suddenly
he pressed his hands to his stomach and stopped laughing, a queer,
troubled look coming to his fat face.
"Shimminy!" he muttered. "I vonder vot der madder mit me vas, don'd id?
I nefer felt so queer all mein life in."
Then, as the _Greyhound_ fell away into the trough of the sea, with a
peculiar sinking motion, he gasped:
"Dot subber vot I ate don'd seem mit me to agree. I pet you your life
dot canned chickens vas sboilt. I peliefed all der time dot chickens vas
a hen, but id vas der first hen I efer seen as didn't vant to set."
"Begorra! it's saysack ye are alriddy," chuckled Barney. "You'll be
kapin' company wid Diamond dirictly."
"Yaw," gasped Hans. "I pelief you, Parney."
Then he made a rush for the rail, and followed Jack's example.
Darkness came on, creeping in a blue haze across the water. Shortly
after nightfall there was a faint, weird moaning away on the surface of
the sea, which glowed like liquid fire under the rail of the yacht.
"It's the auld nick av a blow we'll have," declared Barney to Frank. "Oi
don't loike it at all, at all."
"You like it quite as well as I do," admitted Merriwell. "I am not
familiar with these waters, and I do not fancy the idea of piling up on
lea shore."
The moaning arose to a shrill cry, and then the wind came with a sudden
rush, catching the _Greyhound_ and knocking her on beam ends in a
twinkling.
Frank assisted Barney at the helm, shouting:
"Hold fast, everybody!"
The little vessel righted, and then away she leaped, laying hard over to
port, with the rail awash.
Like a frightened race horse the _Greyhound_ sped away, with the wild
wind beating upon her and shrieking through her rigging. The mast bent
with a snapping sound.
"Ease off the sheet!" shouted Frank. "We're in danger of losing that
stick, and we'll be finished if we do!"
So the boat was allowed to run free, which eased the strain somewhat.
Now the wind was shrieking as if all the demons of the deep had been set
loose in a moment and were making an assault on the little yacht that
had been caught in the midst of the tempest.
At nightfall Frank had taken precaution to see that the proper lights
were set, green to starboard and red to port.
The sky was covered with flying masses of clouds, between which the cold
stars blinked and vanished, like the flashes of guns seen through masses
of rolling smoke.
After a little the moon rose and leaped up into the mass of clouds, as
if eager to be in the midst of the wild delirium of the reeling sky.
The _Greyhound_ leaped along the crests of the waves, plunged into the
depths of the watery valleys, and tore her way through the seething,
boiling sea.
Frank was watching her with the greatest anxiety, wondering what sort of
storm boat she would prove to be.
Diamond, Browning, Hans and Toots got below. Rattleton and Hodge
remained on deck with Frank and Barney.
When the moon shot out through the clouds the boys could see a great
waste of water heaving and plunging all around them, like a sea of snow.
But the moon appeared and disappeared in such an erratic manner that it
was extremely irritating, making the whole world seem a place of
troubled shadows and awesome shapes.
"It's dead lucky we reefed down for this, Barney," cried Frank, placing
his lips close to the Irish lad's ear.
"Roight ye are, me b'y," Mulloy called back, cheerfully. "It's a good
bit av a braze she's blowing now, an' Oi think there's more comin'."
"Will she stand, it?"
"Av it ain't too sthiff. It's a roight tight litthle boat she is, an'
all we nade is to kape off shore an' let her go."
Beginning to feel satisfied with the behavior of the yacht, Frank felt a
wild thrill of delight in the fury of the tempest. He knew something
about managing a large boat himself, and he felt confidence in Barney's
qualifications as a sailor.
The moon leaped from the edge of one cloud to the edge of another, as if
it, too, were running a race across the sky and taking all sorts of
desperate chances.
There was the sound of sullen thunder in the tumbling sea, which swished
and swirled about the little vessel like hissing serpents.
Now and then Frank strained his eyes to port, for he knew the coast lay
there to leeward, and he had no fancy for suddenly coming upon some
rocky point that might project far out into the sea.
He fully understood that, in case the _Greyhound_ should become
disabled, it would not take the wind long to pile them upon the shore,
where the seas would beat out their lives on the rocks.
There was danger in the tempest, and it was just enough to keep
Merriwell's blood rushing warm in his veins.
"If Stanford's yacht has found shelter in Half-moon Bay, we'll be a
hundred miles below them in the morning," he cried to Barney.
"Sure," agreed the Irish lad. "But nivver a bit can we hilp thot,
Frankie."
The first half of the night was wild and boisterous. Near midnight the
wind fell somewhat, but it still blew so strong that the _Greyhound_
held on its course.
Toward morning the tempest died out, and sunrise found them rolling
helplessly on the long swells, without enough breeze to steady the boat.
Diamond had been sick all through the night, and he was in a pitiable
condition, looking pale and weak.
"If I ever get ashore, I won't take another cruise for ten years," he
faintly declared. "It didn't make much difference to me last night
whether we went to the bottom or not. In fact, there was a spell when I
rather hoped the old boat would go bottom up, and I'd been glad to take
a chance by having her run ashore."
"Vale," said Hans, "I feld someding like dot meinself: but I peen petter
now. All der same, I pelief I strained me der roots my toenails of, und
I vas lame all ofer."
When the breeze rose, after breakfast, Frank set their course due east.
At noon they ran into Monterey Bay and anchored off Santa Cruz.
By that time Diamond had recovered from his sickness and was beginning
to take some satisfaction in the life on board the yacht.
Frank felt sure the _Fox_ would run into Santa Cruz, and so he kept
watch for her appearance.
It was mid-afternoon when a bark came in from the south and reported
seeing at sun rise a small yacht that was in a battered condition,
evidently having been in the blow of the previous night. She had lost
her mainsail, but seemed to have been prepared for such a misfortune by
having an old sail on board, and this her men were setting.
The bark had spoken the yacht and asked if she needed aid, but she
declined assistance. The name of the yacht was the _Fox_.
Barney, who had gone ashore, heard this statement, and he made all haste
to get on board the _Greyhound_ and report to Frank.
Merriwell was astonished.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed. "Lord Stanford did not lay to in Half-moon
Bay, and the _Fox_ was out in the storm last night. She was used worse
than the _Greyhound_, but, instead of being ahead of her, we are still
behind! That is an interesting discovery, I must confess! All the same,
the loss of her sail has delayed her so she will not have such a great
start on us. It's lucky she did not lose all her canvas, or she might be
high and dry on shore now."
"What are you going to do?" asked Hodge.
"Do? I am going to get up the anchor and get after the _Fox_ instanter.
I'll catch her if I have to chase her around Cape Horn!"
"That's the _Fox_ sure enough, Frank," declared Bart Hodge, who had been
watching the distant sail for some time.
It was three days after the night of the storm, and the _Greyhound_ had
entered the Santa Barbara Channel.
In all that time they had not sighted the yacht they were pursuing,
although they heard of her several times from vessels they had spoken.
With bulldog tenacity Frank had continued in pursuit of Lord Stanford's
boat, and now, at last, he was rewarded by sighting her in the distance.
A steady breeze was blowing from the northwest, and the _Greyhound_ was
carrying every stitch of canvas with which she was provided.
"She does not seem to be heading for Santa Barbara, if I am right in my
reckoning," said Merriwell, in a puzzled way. "She should be setting her
course southeast and she is bearing directly south. I wonder where
Stanford is taking Inza and her father? I really do not understand it."
The others were unable to offer a solution for the Englishman's peculiar
behavior.
Both boats were running almost dead before the wind, and the _Greyhound_
was able to spread the most canvas, so she gained steadily on the other
yacht.
Within an hour she was quite near the _Fox_, which seemed to be heading
for a wooded island that lay straight ahead.
The boys could see that the steady manner in which the _Greyhound_ held
in pursuit of the boat in advance had created some stir aboard.
Looking through a glass, Frank saw Lord Stanford come up from below and
take a survey of his pursuer. Then one of his men brought him a glass,
and he took a look through that.
Immediately the Englishman grew excited. He turned to the man who had
brought the glass and said something, waving his hand in a manner that
betrayed agitation.
"At last he has discovered who is following him," smiled Merriwell. "But
it is too late to get away. We are walking up on him in great style."
"An' it's a bit av a shcrap we're loikely to be in directly," grinned
Barney. "Oi don't moind thot at all, at all!"
"You like the prospect, you rascal!" laughed Frank. "Well, I must
confess that I do not mind it myself."
Nearer and nearer the _Greyhound_ drew to the _Fox_.
Lord Stanford came aft and shouted to his pursuers.
"Keep off, you blooming duffers! If you come near us you will get into
trouble!"
"Ahoy, the _Fox_!" Frank shouted back. "Lay to. I wish to come on
board."
"I'll brain you if you try to come over the rail of this yacht!" frothed
the excited nobleman.
"You will be sorry if you try that trick," asserted Merriwell. At this
moment Inza appeared, hurrying up the companion way and reaching the
deck of the _Fox_. She saw Frank on the pursuing boat, and waved her
hand to him.
With an exclamation of anger, Lord Stanford hastened to her side, and
seemed to be urging her to go below again. It was plain that she refused
to do so, and the Englishman grew still more angry.
"Begobs! th' spalpane acts loike he wur goin' to shtrike her!" exclaimed
Barney.
"If he does, I'll make him regret the day he was born!" grated Frank.
"Dot vos der stuffs!" nodded Hans; "und you vos der huckleberry to done
dot, Vrankie."
The _Fox_ was now on the port quarter of the pursuing yacht, and it was
plain the _Greyhound_ would soon weather the other boat. The two yachts
were quite near together.
Lord Stanford was seen to suddenly grasp Inza's wrist, as if he thought
of forcing her to go below.
Then it was that, without warning, the _Fox_ changed her course to
starboard, and the _Greyhound_ crashed into her.
There was a severe shock, a sound of splintering wood and rending sails,
and the _Fox_ careened violently, as if she was going over.
"That must be a clumsy lubber at her helm!" cried Frank. "Make fast to
her, boys!"
With those words he rushed forward, sprang out on the jib-boom and
leaped to the deck of the _Fox_.
A moment later he confronted Lord Stanford, who was still clinging to
Inza.
"Break away, you villain!" were the words that shot from Merriwell's
lips.
Then he caught the Englishman by the collar, broke his hold on Inza, and
sent him sprawling his full length on the deck.
"Oh, Frank!"
"Inza!"
He held her close in his arms.
"I knew you would come! Something told me you would find a way to
follow!" she declared.
"I would follow you to the end of the world!" he whispered.
With the aid of boat hooks the boys had made the _Greyhound_ fast to the
_Fox_, and they lost no time in boarding the yacht they had run down.
There were but three sailors on board the _Fox_. Stanford urged them to
attack the boys, but one of them, the fellow who had been at the helm
when the collision occurred, coolly drawled, his voice having the nasal
twang of a genuine down East Yankee:
"Wal, not by a gol darn sight! I know some of them fellers, by gum! an'
ef there's goin' to be enny fightin', I'll hev ter fight with them an'
ag'in yeou, Mister Lord Stanford."
"Great goodness!" cried Bart Hodge, staggering with surprise. "Is it
possible--can it be Ephraim Gallup?"
"Kainder guess it be, b'gosh!" grinned the tall Yankee youth. "I ain't
seen some of yeou fellers since I left Fardale skewl, an' I'm slappin'
glad ter clap peepers onter ye, by chaowder!"
"Be me saoul! it's th' Yankee bane-'ater!" shouted Barney.
"Shore's yer born, Mister Mulloy. I'm 'tarnal tickled by this air chance
ter meet ye all."
"Ephraim Gallup!" squealed Hans. "Dot vos der poy _I_ von times fought a
deadly tuel mit at Vardales! Shimminy Gristmas! Uf dees don'd peen a
recular surbrise barty!"
CHAPTER VIII--A CHANGE OF SCENE
Ephraim Gallup possessed a roving disposition, although when away he
often longed to be "back hum on ther farm," and, after returning from
his travels abroad with Frank, he did not remain long at his Vermont
home.
Drifting to California in search of fortune, a peculiar combination of
circumstances had caused him to become a sailor, and he had finally
shipped on Lord Stanford's yacht. He was on board when Frank and the
Englishman had the encounter on the pier in San Francisco, but was
unable to render Merriwell any assistance.
Inza had seen and recognized Ephraim, but he had signaled for her to
keep still, and so she had pretended that she did not know him.
However, they found opportunities to speak together, and the Yankee
youth assured her that she could depend on him. When the opportunity
came he would do his level best to help her escape from Lord Stanford.
The tossing about of the _Fox_ in the storm had made Bernard Burrage
very ill and repentant. He began to think he was sure to die before they
reached land again, and he begged Inza's forgiveness for trying to force
her into a marriage against her will.
"I thought I was doing it for your good," he said. "I see now that I was
selfish and cruel, but I have pledged you to him, and it is too late for
any backing down."
To this the girl had said nothing, but she felt that she would prove it
was not too late when they went ashore.
Lord Stanford had seen things were going against him, and he had
threatened to take the girl to one of the islands off Santa Barbara and
keep her till a minister could be brought there to marry them.
But the appearance of Frank upset the desperate nobleman's plans.
Lord Stanford was thoroughly disgusted.
"Deuce take the blooming girl!" he said. "She has caused me more trouble
than she is worth, and I wouldn't marry her now if she'd have me!"
He thought of having Merriwell arrested for running him down, but
thought better of it, as he realized the accident had happened because
his own helmsman had swung directly into the course of the _Greyhound_,
which Merriwell would not have trouble in proving.
He suspected that Ephraim Gallup had done the trick intentionally, but
that was something he could not prove.
In less than an hour Inza and her parent were ready to leave the yacht,
and with them went Frank and his friends, including Ephraim.
"Won't stay another minit, b'gosh!" said the Yankee lad.
It was not long after this that the two boats separated, and Frank's
yacht was headed for Santa Barbara.
As they parted Lord Stanford shook his fist at Frank, at which the boy
from Yale simply laughed.
The run to Santa Barbara was made without special incident, and here
Frank and Inza separated for the time being.
The weather proved delightful, and the boys concluded to take it easy at
this ideal spot in the land of sunshine and flowers.
"We need a rest after such a chase," said Frank, to the crowd, as they
rested under some trees, two days after landing.
Just then came a cry of pain from Hans.
"A rest!" howled the Dutch boy. "Dis don't peen no rest. I bet me your
life dot vos annudder flea der small uf mein pack on! Und I vos pitten
all ofer in more as zwei tozen places alretty yet! Murter!"
Hans' companions laughed heartily as the fat Dutch lad made a frantic
effort to reach over his shoulder and scratch the itching spot on his
back.
They were reclining beneath the shade of a large tree that stood near
the flat, sandy beach, watching the surf roll in and shoot up in snowy
spouts around a distant rocky point.
"Haw! haw! haw!" laughed Ephraim Gallup. "Gol darned ef yeou don't make
me lawf! What's a little squint of a flea amaount to?"
"Oh, vot vos der madder mit you?" snorted Hans. "Suppose you mind mine
business, aindt it."
Then the fat fellow got his back against the tree and scratched it in
that manner, making up a face that was expressive of mingled feelings of
intense agony and acute satisfaction.
"You chaps make me tired!" grumbled Diamond, in a rather surly manner.
"You are all the time quarreling. I'd wish you'd drop it and give us a
rest."
"Is that so!" came sarcastically from the Yankee lad, as he stiffened
up. "Wal, I want tew know! Who be yeou, anyhow?"
"I'll mighty soon show you, if you want to know!" grated Jack, giving
the boy from Vermont a savage glare.
Ephraim spat on his hands.
"Sail right in!" he cried, as he got on his feet. "I'm all reddy. Whar
be yeou frum, anyhaow?"
"I am from Virginia, one of the finest States in the Union," answered
Diamond.
"An' I'm from Vermont, ther finest State in ther Union," flung back
Gallup, "Vermont kin lick Virginny four times aout of four, an' don't
yer fergit it!"
This was too much for Jack to stand. He got up quickly, his dark face
having grown pale with anger.
"We'll see about that, you Yankee clown!" he hissed. "We'll settle it
right here!"
The affair had suddenly assumed a very serious aspect, and Frank sprang
to his feet, quickly stepping between them, saying as he did so:
"Here, you fellows! I am ashamed of you both! Stop it!"
"Git out of the way, Frank!" cried the Yankee boy. "If he wants ter
fight, I'm all reddy, b'gosh!"
"Don't interfere, Merriwell!" exclaimed the Southern lad. "I must teach
this insolent chap a lesson."
"There will be no fighting here," said Frank, his face stern and his air
commanding. "I forbid it!"
"He called me a clown!" burst from Ephraim.
"He insulted me!" grated Diamond.
"Let him take it back, darn him!"
"Let him apologize, confound him!"
"I tell you to drop it!" said Frank, firmly. "What sort of chaps are you
that you can't get along together and overlook trifles? I am ashamed of
you fellows!"
The manner in which Frank said this brought a flush of resentment to
Diamond's cheeks. He drew himself up to his fullest height, and coldly
said:
"Very well, sir; you will have no further cause to be ashamed of me. I
will not give you the opportunity."
"What do you mean?"
"That I see you are beginning to get down on me lately, since you have
met your old friends from Fardale, and I will not trouble you any more.
I will withdraw from the party and take the next train for the East."
Frank looked astonished.
"It can't be that you are in earnest, Jack?" he said.
"I am."
"I can't believe it! You know I am not down on you. I do not get down on
any one in such a way. I have proved to you in the past that I am your
friend. I have not changed in the least. It was no more than natural
that I should be overjoyed to see my old chums, but their appearance has
not caused me to change toward you in the least."
Jack looked sulky.
"That's easy enough to say," he muttered.
Those words brought the color to Merriwell's face.
"Jack Diamond!" he cried, and his voice rang out clear and cutting, "did
you ever know me to lie?"
"No, but this is a case where----"
"Do you wish to insult me? It can't be that you do, Jack! Your words
were thoughtlessly spoken. I know it. You have not been well of late,
and that is why you are unlike your old self."
"If I have changed so much, it is best that I should get out, and I will
do it. I didn't mean to insult you, Merriwell, and I take back anything
that seemed like an insult. I never knew you to lie, and I do not
believe you could be forced to tell an untruth."
Instantly Frank seized Jack's hand.
"I knew you didn't mean it, old fellow!" he cried, his face lighting up
with a sunny smile, as he gave the hand of the Virginian a warm
pressure. "We have come to know each other too well for you to think
such a thing of me."
"It's natural that you should think a great deal of your old friends,"
said Jack, unsteadily; "and I was a fool to notice anything. I think
there is something the matter with me, and I believe it will be better
for all concerned if I get out of the party right away."
"Nonsense, old fellow!"
"But I can't get along with Gallup."
"You can if you'll try."
"It's no use. I'm going home."
"All right," said Frank, slowly; "that spoils the scheme I had in my
mind. It ruins my plans, and will mean the breaking up of the whole
party."
"I don't see how that comes about."
"Never mind; it's no use to talk about it, if your mind is made up. It's
too bad, that's all!"
Jack wavered.
"Won't you tell me what your plan was?" he asked.
"It was a scheme for a trip back East, in which we could have any amount
of sport. But what's the use? You are going, and that spoils
everything."
Diamond looked conscience-stricken, but he was proud, and he disliked to
yield. However, his curiosity was aroused, and he urged Frank to divulge
his scheme.
"I'll do it if you'll shake hands with Gallup and promise to stick by
the party. I am sure Ephraim will shake hands."
"Why, 'course I will!" cried the Vermonter, cheerfully. "I ain't no darn
fool ter git my back humped up inter ther air an' keep it there till it
gits crooked like a camel's jest 'cause I think I'm spitin' somebody.
Shake? Why, sartin'!"
Then, before Jack could realize it, the quaint down Easter had him by
the hand and was working his arm up and down as if it were a pump
handle.
CHAPTER IX--A DISCUSSION ABOUT GIRLS
Diamond could not resist Ephraim's heartiness, and his face cleared
despite himself. The Yankee boy was so good-natured and ready to meet
him more than half-way that he was conscience-stricken.
"I am a fool!" he muttered; "and I'm the only one to blame. It is in my
nature, and I don't seem to be able to help it."
"It's all right now, old fellow!" laughed Frank, as he passed an arm
around Jack's shoulders in a most friendly way. "I hardly thought you
would go back on me and spoil my scheme."
Having watched all this, Rattleton edged a bit nearer Bruce Browning,
who was stretched flat on his back, and had seemed to take no more than
a slight interest in what was going on.
"Isn't it strange how much Merry will stand from Jack?" said Harry,
cautiously. "Diamond has been growling and kicking and making things as
unpleasant as possible for some time, and yet I swear Frank seems to
think more of him than ever before. The more I know Frank Merriwell the
less I know him!"
Browning grunted.
"You're not the only one; there are others," he said.
"Say, fellows," called Hodge, "there goes a party of pretty girls into
the surf."
"Begorra!" exclaimed Barney. "It's nivver a bit ye'll miss seein' them
at all, at all."
"Dot peen so," nodded Hans. "Partly alvays seen all der britty girls
dere vas, you pet my poots!"
Four girl bathers had come down to the beach, without seeing the little
party of lads lolling beneath the wide-spreading tree. There were four
of them, and they all were dressed in tasty and modest bathing suits.
"One of them is Inza Burrage," said Frank, whose eyes never failed to
recognize the girl he admired so much.
"And the one standing with her near the edge of the water is the young
lady to whom she introduced us last night, Frank."
"Miss Random."
"Yes."
"She is a charming girl."
"That's right," agreed Hodge, his admiration showing in his eyes; "but I
don't suppose you think her quite as charming as Inza?"
"Oh, I don't know! There is a great difference between them. Miss Random
is more quiet and less bubbling and full of spirits. She has blue eyes
that are soft as the California skies, and she is very gentle and
ladylike. Although Inza has developed into a young lady, she still has
many of her girlish ways. She is quick and impulsive, easy to take
offense and ready to forgive. It is hard to compare two girls who are so
dissimilar."
"Of course I know which one you admire most," said Bart, with something
like the ghost of a smile on his dark face; "and I am quite willing that
you should. There is something about Effie Random's blue eyes and
subdued manner that captivates me."
"Here! here! here!" cried Frank, laughingly. "Is it possible you are
falling in love again, Hodge? Be careful! You know what sort of scrapes
your love affairs get you into."
Bart flushed.
"Don't worry about me," he said, sharply. "I don't propose to make a
fool of myself again. I have done that enough. I'll not get so much
stuck on any girl that she'll be able to make me do anything
dishonorable."
"I don't believe you will again, old man. I think you have learned your
lesson, and learned it well."
Browning had slowly rolled over on his side, so he could watch the girl
bathers without lifting his head to do so.
"I don't know," he said, slowly, in his peculiar lazy manner. "I was not
introduced to Miss Random, but I have seen her in her street dress, and
now I see her in bathing costume. I don't know; I don't know."
"Don't know what?" asked Rattleton.
"Don't know but she could tempt me to do almost anything. She is out of
sight!"
"There is one thing she could not induce you to do."
"Name it."
"Hurry."
"Well, she could induce me to try, and that's a great deal."
"Begorra! it's nayther av you chaps nade worry about her," put in
Barney. "It's nivver a bit she'll throuble her purty head over yez.
She's lookin' fer bigger fish, me b'ys."
"I suppose you know all about it?" grunted Bruce, sarcastically.
"Ah, Oi know a thing ur two," returned the Irish lad, serenely, quite
unruffled by Browning's manner. "Santa Barbara has a distinguished
visitor, av ye'll plaze remimber, an' all th' girruls are afther castin'
shape's-oies at him."
"Do you mean Lord Stanford?"
"Av course."
"It is not possible Miss Random has been attracted by that
whiskey-drinking wreck of the English peerage!"
"Whoy not?"
"Miss Burrage is friendly with Miss Random, and she would tell her all
about Lord Stanford."
"She has thot, but it's quare fools some av th' American girruls do be
whin they see a furriner wid some sort av a toitle. It's crazy they git
intirely, an' divvil a bit do they look at th' man at all, at all. It's
th' toitle they're thinkin' av. They're riddy to take any koind av an
old thing, av it has a toitle hung to it."
"I don't believe Effie Random is that sort of a girl," warmly declared
Hodge. "She seems to have more sense than that."
"It's not always their since ye can measure by th' looks av their face,
me b'y."
"I think you are insinuating things about Miss Random without having the
least reason for doing so, and I don't like it," came warmly from Bart's
lips.
"Oll roight, me laddybuck," nodded Barney. "It's nivver another worrud
will Oi say at all, at all."
"I am sure Barney did not mean any harm," smiled Frank. "It's a mistake
to take too seriously anything he says."
The Irish boy opened his lips, as if to say something, but quickly
closed them again.
"Why is Stanford hanging around here so long, anyway?" asked Jack, who
had grown interested in the conversation. "After we took Inza away from
him, the fellow seemed to throw up the sponge, and I thought he would
get out in a hurry."
"That's right, but he seems very much fascinated with Santa Barbara and
the young ladies here."
"Dot shows he haf a leedle sense," cut in Hans. "Sandy Parpery peen a
tandy blace, und der girls here--um-um-er-um!--dey vos pirds!"
"California is full of pretty girls, anyway," declared Rattleton.
"By gum! that's jest so!" Ephraim cried. "There's only one place I know
of where there's more pritty gals."
"Where is that?"
"Up in Varmont, b'gosh! Never see no gals as could hold a candle tew the
Varmont gals, b'ginger!"
"That's right," laughed Frank; "stand by the girls of your own State. I
don't blame you. I never was in Vermont in my life, but I'll wager there
are as pretty girls in that State as can be found anywhere."
"There are different types of beauty in different parts of the country,"
said Diamond. "To a Virginian, Virginia girls are the handsomest on the
face of the earth; but I presume it is because there is something
distinctive in the type they represent, and, by familiarity with it, we
have come to consider it superior to anything else."
"Begorra!" broke forth Barney; "it's no tuype Oi care fer, but Oi've
thraveled th' whole worruld over, an' Oi swear it's nivver a bit av use
to look fer purtier girruls thin can be found in ould Oireland."
"It's not girls we were to discuss," said Diamond. "Merriwell spoke of
some kind of a scheme."
"And came near forgetting it. Never mind the girls now, fellows. Gather
around me, and I will lay before you my plan for a trip that is bound to
be full of sport and adventure. I know you will be stuck on the scheme."
He sat down on the ground, and the boys settled themselves in positions
to listen.
"My scheme," said Frank, smiling at the interest he saw expressed on the
eager faces about him, "is to form an athletic combine and take in
everything in the way of sports that we can strike on our way back
East."
There was a stir among the listening lads, all of whom were greatly
interested in athletics and outdoor sports.
"We can begin right here in Santa Barbara day after to-morrow,"
Merriwell continued, "for you know we have decided to wait over and
attend the athletic tournament which is to take place here on that day."
"Yes," said Harry, hastily; "but we would not be allowed to pate tark--I
mean take part in it."
"Why not?"
"Why, isn't it for Californians exclusively?"
"Not at all. California seldom does anything for Californians
exclusively. They are the most liberal, broad-minded people in the
world, and they like to interest outsiders in their doings. This
tournament is open to all non-professional athletes who may wish to
enter it."
The interest of the listening boys grew deeper.
"And you think it would be a good plan for some of us to take a hand in
it, eh?" said Diamond, his face brightening.
"Yes."
"Is that your scheme?"
"Part of it."
"I fail to understand how it would be affected by my departure."
"Wait; you have not heard all I have to say."
"I beg your pardon. Go on."
"In this crowd right here are fellows who can take part in almost any
kind of an athletic contest."
"That's right."
"We could form a club, and be prepared for anything we ran up against.
Do you tumble?"
"You are right; but what would we run up against?"
"Plenty of hot times, if we looked for them. We could make a trip back
East, taking time for it, as there is time to spare before college
begins in September."
"That's so," grunted Browning. "We'd want to take lots of time. I don't
see the good of hustling back East, anyway."
"Nor I," said Harry. "I agreed to spend some time in Bar Harbor this
season, but I don't suppose it will kill any one if I fail to get
there."
"Bar Harbor is a long distance from Santa Barbara," laughed Frank.
"Forget it. If my scheme pans out, you'll have more fun than you could
get out of Bar Harbor, with its dances and its tennis parties. Dancing
and tennis are well enough, but here are other things more interesting."
"Golf, for instance," grinned Rattleton. "They say tennis won't be in it
at Bar Harbor this summer. Golf is bound to be all the rage."
"Let it rage. It's better than tennis in some respects, but there is not
quite enough excitement about it for the average American lad. Baseball
and football are the things to make the blood tingle."
"You bet!" cried several of the boys in chorus.
"If my plan is adopted," said Frank, "we can travel back East by easy
stages, stopping wherever we hear there is anything going on in which we
are interested, and getting into all sorts of sports and games. How does
it strike you, fellows?"
"Pully," shouted Hans. "Uf I peen aple to get me some footraces indo, I
pet you your life I vos goin' to make der natifs hustle."
The Dutch boy's one pet hallucination was that he was a great sprinter.
He cherished the delusion with tender fondness, and nothing could
convince him it was a delusion.
"Begorra it's a great skame, Frankie," cried Barney. "It's a roight
jolly ould toime we'll hiv."
"Gol darned ef we won't," nodded Ephraim, bobbing his head up and down
with his long supple neck.
The others, with the exception of Jack and Bruce, expressed themselves
as greatly pleased with the idea. Browning grunted and groaned:
"Merry, you're always getting up something to make a fellow work. Now
our trip across the continent is over, I have been contemplating the
joys of a lazy trip back home in a parlor car. Here you come with a
scheme that knocks the wind out of my sails."
Diamond was silent.
Frank knew that Bruce did not mean more than half he said, and so he
simply smiled on the big fellow. To Jack he said:
"You haven't said what you think about it."
"I was wondering."
"What about?"
"About your statement that it would spoil your plan if I left the
party."
"It would."
"I don't see how. There would still be eight of you."
"But eight is not nine, and it takes nine men to play a game of
baseball."
"Baseball! That's right! Why, we have enough here for a ball team."
"That is it, exactly," smiled Frank. "This is the season when baseball
flourishes, and we will be sure to strike some games on our way back
East. If there are nine of us, we'll have a ball team of our own."
"Mah gracious," broke in Toots. "Dat am de stuff. If dar am anyfing I
leks teh do it am teh play baseball--yes, sar."
Diamond was satisfied, and he immediately proposed that they organize an
athletic club without delay.
CHAPTER X--THE YALE COMBINE
"This is as good a place as we can find to do the business," declared
Diamond. "And the first business is to appoint a temporary chairman, who
will call the meeting to order."
"I nominate Mr. Diamond," smiled Frank.
Without loss of time, Jack was appointed temporary chairman, and he
brought the meeting to order, compelling Bruce to sit up and pay
attention to the business in hand, which caused the lazy fellow to
grumble somewhat.
"Gentlemen," said Jack, "the first business before this meeting is to
appoint a president and permanent chairman. How shall he be appointed,
by hand-vote or written ballot?"
"I brobose he vos abbointed by acclimatation," put in Hans, which caused
the boys to laugh.
It was decided to nominate a candidate and elect him by show of hands.
Rattleton nominated Frank Merriwell for the office of president and
permanent chairman, and the question was quickly put.
With the exception of Frank, every boy present held up both hands.
"Mr. Merriwell is elected," said Jack, soberly, "and I now surrender the
chair to him."
Frank made a little speech, expressing his thanks, and then asked the
views of the boys as to the proper name for the club. Several names were
suggested, in all of which Frank's name was included. He was not
satisfied with any of them.
"What do you think would be a good name?" asked Hodge.
"Well, we have come across the continent representing Yale, and I don't
see why we shouldn't go back carrying the Yale banner to victory
wherever we can. Four of us are from Yale, and Hodge contemplates
entering the college, while Toots has worn a Yale sweater during our
tour. That leaves Ephraim, Barney and Hans. I wonder if they object to
the use of the word Yale in the name of our club?"
"Gosh, no."
"Nivver a bit av it."
"Vot you took us for?"
"Then that point is settled. Of course we have no authority from Yale to
use the name, but if we give a good account of ourselves in the contests
in which we may participate, I hardly think that need trouble us. I
propose the name, 'The Yale Combine.' How does that strike you?"
"Good!" cried Rattleton, with enthusiasm.
"Good! good!" echoed the others.
"Is it your pleasure that our club be called the Yale Combine?"
"Yes! yes! yes!"
"Then I declare that name formally adopted. Now I wish some assistant
officers--a vice, a secretary and a treasurer. How shall they be
elected?"
"I motion they be elected by written ballot," proposed Hodge.
"Sicond th' motion," said Barney, promptly.
"The motion is made and seconded that the assistant officers be elected
by written ballot. If that be your minds make it manifest by a show of
hands."
Up went the hands of all.
"It is a vote. Please prepare your ballots for vice."
"Hold on a jiffy, Mr. President," said Ephraim, awkwardly, grinning a
little. "I want to wag my jaw a bit before we begin tew vote."
"Mr. Gallup may speak."
"I ain't got much tew say; but it kinder seems tew me that as long as
this is ter be called the Yale Combine it's jest abaout the right thing
that the officers should all be fellers who b'long ter Yale Collige.
That would make the thing seem a site more reg'ler, an' I don't s'pose
anybuddy will object to it."
Hodge frowned a bit and looked disappointed, for he had desired a
position of some importance, but he raised no objection to Ephraim's
proposal.
"If you think that is best," said Frank, "it is very easy to elect my
assistants from the three Yale men of the party."
Then they balloted for vice. Diamond had five votes, Browning two, and
Dunnerwust one.
"Holdt on!" cried the Dutch boy. "Vot somepody done dot for, aindt id?
Some feller peen goin' to had a coot time mit me--I don'd think! I know
a choke ven I seen him, but dees vas peesness. Id was a plamed fool dot
chokes apoudt peesness! Yaw! You vos velcome mein obinion to."
Hans was red in the face and greatly excited, causing no small amount of
merriment.
Merriwell declared Diamond elected vice.
When the vote for secretary was counted, Rattleton had seven and Gallup
one. If possible, Ephraim was more excited than Hans had been.
"I know I'm gol darn green," he said; "an' I don't seem to git over it,
though I have traviled araound some; but I tumble when folks go to
pokin' fun at me, b'gosh!"
Hans chuckled:
"Dot peen a coot von on you, Efy! Haw! haw!"
"Oh, haw! haw!" mocked the Vermonter. "I don't see where the fun comes
in!"
Rattleton was pronounced secretary.
For treasurer Browning had seven votes and Toots one.
The colored boy laughed as if he considered it a good joke.
When the officers were elected, Frank said:
"To raise funds to carry this club through I propose to sell my yacht,
for which I have no further use. Yesterday I received an offer of nine
hundred dollars for her, and I hope the gentleman who wants her will add
another hundred to-day. That is what I paid for her, and I got a
bargain. She is easily worth fourteen hundred, and I could get something
near that out of her if I had time to look for a customer."
"And you propose to put that money into the running of this club?"
"Why not? Prof. Scotch knew I would need money, and he provided a sum
for my use. He will expect me to use it as I see fit."
"I don't suppose anybody here will raise an objection," laughed
Rattleton.
"That point is settled. Now for the matter of getting into the
tournament here. I have been invited to take part."
"So soon?"
"Yes. Miss Random introduced me to her brother, Wallace, who is a
prominent member of the Santa Barbara Athletic Club. He is a great
sprinter, and expects to carry off the honors in the hurdle race. He had
heard that I am interested in athletics, and he urged me to enter for
some of the contests. As he is a member of the committee on
arrangements, his invitation goes."
"It would give him a black eye if you should go into the races in which
he will take part and beat him out," said Browning.
"Merry can do it, too," nodded Diamond.
"That is not a sure thing, by any means," smiled Frank. "I never knew a
fellow who was so good at anything that he would not run up against some
other fellow that was a little better. They say Random is a dandy."
"He will have to be to get away from you, old man," said Hodge.
"Boys," cried Harry, enthusiastically, "we won't do a thing but have a
glorious time on our way back East!"
Browning groaned.
"I did think you would be satisfied to drag me into a bicycle tour
across the continent," he said; "but this is something a great deal
worse. The next thing I know, you'll be getting me into a six-days'
running match, or something of the sort."
"Now we have you worked down so you are in good condition, we mean to
keep you so," declared Merriwell. "It will be----"
At this moment a shrill scream startled the boys and drew their
attention toward the water, where the girls had been bathing in the
surf.
They had been so absorbed in the business at hand that Inza Burrage and
her companions were quite forgotten till that cry of fear and distress
brought them to their feet.
"What's the matter?" gasped Browning, struggling up.
"The surf! There must be an undertow! One of the girls is drowning!"
cried Diamond.
Both Hodge and Merriwell were already racing toward the beach.
As they ran, Frank and Bart saw two of the girls struggling in the
water.
"It's Inza!" panted Frank.
"And Effie Random!" added Bart.
"Inza can swim."
"She is trying to save Miss Random."
"That's right! Miss Random is frantic with fear--she is dragging Inza
down!"
"There they go under!"
"They'll both be drowned!"
"Run, Frank--run!"
Run both lads did as if their own lives depended on their efforts. The
others came stringing along behind them.
As they ran the two boys threw off the light blazers which they had been
wearing. Neither had on a vest, and both were lightly dressed for warm
weather.
"Oh, if I had time to get rid of my shoes!" thought Frank.
But he knew seconds were precious, and he would not stop to get rid of
his shoes.
He reached the water slightly in advance of Hodge.
Two of the girls had waded out and were standing on the beach, wringing
their hands and sobbing.
Several times the girls who were struggling in the water disappeared
beneath the surface, but they came up each time, and it was seen that
one of them was doing her best to support the other, who seemed frantic
with fear.
"Save them! save them!" cried the girls on the shore, as Merriwell and
Hodge plunged into the water.
It is not likely that either Frank or Bart heard this appeal.
The knowledge that Inza Burrage was in danger nerved Frank Merriwell to
do his very utmost.
"I will save her or drown with her!" he thought.
Straight through the surf he dashed, hurled himself headlong through the
crest of a big roller, and began to swim.
Hodge did the same trick with equal skill.
It seemed that the struggles of the two girls were growing weaker, and
once they were beneath the surface so long that Frank feared they would
not come up again.
They did come up, however, and Inza's white face was turned for a moment
toward the two lads who were swimming to their rescue.
There was something in that look of appeal that smote Merriwell to the
heart and made him frantic to reach her. He tore at the water with his
powerful arms, and even the strongest roller did not bear him back or
seem to check him in the least.
To him it did not seem that he was making any progress at all, and he
was furious at the slowness with which he got along. He felt as if
weights of lead were attached to his feet.
"Oh, this infernal water!" he panted. "It drags at me! I never swam so
slowly in all my life! If they go down again---- Where are they?"
The girls had disappeared.
In a moment, however, they arose into view on the crest of a swell,
still struggling.
"Hold on, Inza!" cried Frank. "Bear up a little longer!"
She answered with an inarticulate cry that seemed full of despair and
turned Frank's blood cold.
"Have I saved her from that English puppy for this!" he gasped. "Is it
possible that she is to die now? Oh, no, no!"
Then Frank Merriwell prayed as he swam. He asked God to give him power
to reach her and give her strength to bear up till he could get to her.
He remembered how he had first met her at a picnic at Fardale, and how
pretty she had looked in her short pink dress. He remembered how on that
very day, by a wonderful display of nerve and strength, he had saved her
from being bitten by a mad dog. And after that--oh, she had thought him
such a hero! She had worshiped him as her ideal of all that was brave
and noble. All that seemed years and years ago.
And now--could he save her again? or was she to perish before he could
reach her?
Nearer and nearer he swam.
Close behind Frank, Hodge was exerting every muscle.
"We'll get to them, Merry!" he called, encouragingly. "We'll pull them
out all right. We are sure to---- They've gone down again!"
It was true!
"Merciful heavens!" came huskily from Frank's lips. "I fear this is the
last time!"
He swam on--he reached the spot where the girls had last been seen.
Where were they?
He looked around for them, but could see nothing of them.
"Gone!" he groaned, his lips turning a blue-white. "My Heaven, they are
both drowned!"
Hodge was at hand, swimming about and looking around. Now his face was
ashen white. He tried to speak, but his voice died away in a husky
whisper.
The agony of soul that Frank experienced at that moment was such as he
had never before known. It seemed as if he turned to be a very old man
in a fraction of time.
"Poor Inza!" he gasped.
A cry came from Hodge!
"Look there!"
Something floated on the surface of the water for a moment, and then it
disappeared.
Frank dived.
Down beneath the surface he went, where the water was green and shot
through with streaks of sunshine. He kept his eyes open and looked about
him.
Just ahead of him something was slowly sinking toward the bottom, making
faint struggling movements.
The sunlight that came down through the green waves showed the white
face of a girl upturned for a moment, the eyes wide open and staring.
Frank plunged at the object with remarkable speed, and he felt a wild
thrill of hope as his arm closed around the waist of a girl.
That clutch seemed to arouse her, and, in a moment, she had fastened her
hands about his neck.
It was the clutch of a drowning person, and the girl seemed to possess
the strength of Samson.
Frank tried to break away, but she held fast to him.
Down they went toward the bottom.
"I must break her hold!" thought the youth. "If I do not, she will drown
us both! It is the only chance!"
He understood how desperate the situation was, and prepared to make a
last mad effort.
Then the girl folded him in her arms and drew him close to her with a
frantic clutch that caused him to gasp, and the salt sea water poured
down his throat.
He found he could not well exert his strength, as the girl held him in a
position so that he could not get hold of her hands.
"It means death!" was his thought, as they sank still more swiftly.
"Poor Inza! We will die together!"
CHAPTER XI--THE STRUGGLE FOR LIFE
It was growing dark down there beneath the waves. The golden sunlight
had turned to a bluish gloom that lay dense beneath the boy and girl,
who were slowly sinking into that mysterious region.
Those dark depths were suggestive of rest and peace. They seemed most
inviting and alluring to the lad who was wearied and exhausted by his
struggles to save the girl who was so dear to him.
Frank felt like ceasing to struggle--like giving over all effort and
floating gently down into those cool depths, where he could rest.
Inza was with him, and they would rest down there together, still locked
in each other's arms.
To his mind came a picture of them as they would look in the cool blue
shadows, undisturbed by anything that was occurring in all the wide,
wide world. He saw their pale faces and their closed eyes, and he
fancied Inza's dark hair floating gently at the soft throb of the ocean.
Oh, it was sweet as a dream!
Then he seemed to see the fishes that would come to look at them with
wonder. He saw the fishes swimming about, darting over them and playing
around the spot where they rested.
Then came another and a horrible thought.
The fishes would nibble at their flesh--would feast off their bodies.
Inza's beautiful face would be disfigured.
It was that thought that brought him to himself.
With a last mad burst of strength he broke the girl's hold, and then
they went mounting toward the surface.
Up, up, up from the dark blue shadows, which now seemed filled with
horrible shapes, they mounted. Out from those shadows reached long,
crooked arms with hands that tried to clutch them and drag them down
again.
For the first time in his life Frank felt like shrieking with fear. A
great horror was on him, and it made him frantic.
He saw bubble eyes that peered and glared at him from all sides, and
shapeless forms hovered all around.
With all his strength he strove to reach the surface.
Up from the blue depths into the yellow sunlight he mounted, still
clinging to the girl. Up from the yellow sunlight till their heads arose
above the waves with a sudden splurge.
Frank coughed and strangled, ejecting salt water from his mouth.
He held the helpless, unstruggling girl in his arms, but he gave her
little attention till he had raised not a little of the salt water that
seemed to have gone down his throat.
Then Frank turned on his back, with the head of the girl resting on his
breast and shoulder, and floated thus.
Frank had always been a marvelous swimmer, and he could float like a
cork. Now he sought to rest on the surface of the swells till he could
recover enough strength to swim.
The surface of the ocean was rolling gently in huge billows, which
lifted and lowered them with a soothing motion and seemed to be sweeping
them farther and farther from the shore.
But Frank felt a thrill of joy. He had reached Inza at last by a mighty
struggle, and he was certain he would be able to save her, now he had
broken her hold and escaped from the fascination of the blue depths
beneath.
The sun shone down on the heaving sea as it always seems to shine along
the coast of Southern California. The sky was blue and clear. A
white-winged gull soared above them, having shot upward from the water
as they reached the surface.
Frank watched that gull, and it seemed to fascinate him. It looked so
white and pure and gentle as it hung there with outspread wings,
wheeling slowly, and mounting higher and higher.
Somehow it seemed to Frank that the white bird had arisen from the head
of the girl as it appeared above the water.
It was as if her pure white soul had been released and was soaring above
them, pausing to look back lingeringly and pityingly before taking its
flight to heaven.
Frank could see several figures running along the beach toward the cove
where boats were to be found, and he knew some of the fellows were
hastening to come to his assistance.
He looked at the face of the girl he had saved. It was quite pale, but a
tinge of color began to show in her cheeks. All her curls were gone, and
her light, fluffy hair was watersoaked; but still she was exceedingly
pretty in a cool, icy way. To Frank at that moment, she seemed far
prettier than when he had first met her.
And Merry's heart was so overflowing with joy at the knowledge of having
saved her that he kissed her repeatedly.
Suddenly Inza's blue eyes opened and she looked at him in a dazed and
bewildered manner.
Something like a faint smile fluttered across her face, and more color
came to her cheeks.
"Where--where--what----" she vaguely began.
"Don't be excited, dearest," urged Frank. "If you get excited and
struggle, I may not be able to save you. If you keep still, I may be
able to keep our heads above the surface till a boat reaches us."
He was treading water as he spoke.
The girl seemed too weak to make much of a struggle, and he was relieved
to see that she lay quite still.
"Oh, I thought I was drowning--I was sure!" she said, presently. "I was
frantic, and then all my senses left me."
"It was a good thing they did, for you did not swallow much water while
you were beneath the surface."
"Then I did go under?"
"Yes."
"I knew it--I knew I would."
He felt her trembling in his grasp, and he quickly said:
"You are all right now."
"Oh, but I must get up--up out of this water! I am so far down in it!
Lift me up farther!"
"No!" he said, sternly; "you must remain as far down in the water as
possible, for I shall not be able to save you if you don't. Try to lie
on your back, and tip your head far back. In that way you might float
alone, and you would be all right as long as your nose remained above
the surface so you could breathe. The trouble always is with those who
drown in water like this that they try to climb up out of the water,
instead of sinking as far down in it as possible, and keeping perfectly
still, and their efforts send them under the surface."
She understood him, and she murmured:
"Hold fast to me, and I will trust everything to you. You are such a
brave and noble fellow!"
Inza suddenly remembered that Effie Random had been in the water, too,
and she excitedly asked:
"Where is Effie now? Did I--did I do it?"
"Do what?"
"Drown her. She said I would drown both of us if I did not keep still,
but every time I kept still a moment the water went over us, and that
made me frantic. Oh, I do hope she did not drown! She is such a splendid
girl, and I think so much of her!"
"She is all right," assured Frank. "Mr. Hodge aided her in swimming to
the shore."
The calmness with which he talked to the girl seemed to give her
confidence in his power to save her, and she trusted him completely.
Farther and farther from the shore they were carried.
Soon Frank saw a boat put out and pull toward them.
He felt that the boat was coming none too soon, for he had been weakened
by his immersion beneath the surface, and he found that the effort of
keeping upon the surface and holding the girl up was telling on him,
despite his wonderful power of endurance.
Already he had begun to fear that he would give out, but the girl
suspected nothing of the sort, for he seemed calm and confident.
"I shall owe you my life, Frank," she said.
"We will talk of that later," said Frank, by way of saying something in
an unconcerned manner, although it seemed that the effort to speak
deprived him of strength.
He looked longingly toward the boat. Two pairs of oars were being used,
and the rowers were making the small craft jump with each stroke. The
oars flashed in the sunshine when the wet blades came up dripping, and
the bodies of the rowers swayed and bent. In the stern somebody waved a
cap at Frank and uttered a shout of encouragement.
"Hurry! hurry! hurry!"
It was with the greatest difficulty that Merriwell kept from uttering
the words in a wild cry that would have betrayed his failing strength.
He choked it back, however, and smiled encouragingly at Inza.
"They are coming," he said. "In a few minutes we'll be in a boat and
quite safe."
"I don't care," she returned, in a significant manner. "They need not
hurry."
"If she only knew!" thought Frank.
Once he went down, and the water filled his nostrils so that he
strangled a little. Inza gave a cry of alarm, and, fearing she would get
excited and struggle, he forced a short laugh.
Nearer and nearer came the boat. He could hear the rump-thump,
rump-thump of the oars in the rowlocks.
"Howld on, Frankie, me b'y!" came the cheery call of Barney Mulloy.
"We'll be wid yez in a minute."
Rump-thump, rump-thump--would the boat never reach them?
How heavy Inza was! And it seemed that a great weight was dragging at
Frank's feet--a weight he could not cast off.
"Hurry, Barney--hurry!" he tried to cry; but the words died in a hoarse
gasp in his throat, causing the girl to turn her head to look at him.
"What is the matter?" she asked, in sudden alarm.
"Nothing," he declared, faintly--"nothing at all."
"Oh, I know there is! You are giving out!"
Then he saw she was liable to grasp him about the neck, which would be
sure to sink them both, in which case he was certain they would never
rise again.
"Don't do it--if you wish to live, Inza," he pleaded. "I can hold you a
little longer if you do not touch me; but we shall go down if you grasp
me."
She was filled with fear, but something in his words and manner caused
her to obey him fully.
Suddenly there was a wild shout of alarm from the boat, and Frank saw
Barney making frantic gestures, while he urged the rowers to greater
exertions.
Merriwell wondered what it meant. He saw Barney swing his arm and point
away toward the channel.
As they arose to the crest of a swell, Frank saw something that sent his
heart into his throat.
At a distance the sharp back fin of a shark cut the crest of the water
for a single instant and then disappeared.
A shark was coming!
"What--what is it?" asked Inza, who had been startled by Barney's cries.
"Why are they shouting thus?"
"They are doing it to encourage us," said Frank, believing he was fully
justified in the falsehood.
"You are sure?"
"Why, of course!"
Rump-thump, rump-thump went the oars! jump, jump plunged the boat as it
sped to the rescue.
The rowers were straining every nerve. They were Bruce Browning and
Ephraim Gallup, and for once in his life, at least, the big collegian
was doing his very utmost. Nothing but an effort to save his own life or
that of Frank could have made him work thus.
It seemed that the shark was approaching with the speed of an express
train. Fortunately the boat was far nearer, and so it came up first.
Even as the boat shot alongside the youth and maiden, with Bruce and
Ephraim backing water to check its headway, there was a flash of a dark
body in the water, a flashlike turn, the showing of a white belly, and
Barney had dragged Inza into the boat just in time.
Yes, he had dragged Inza in; but Frank--where was he?
He had disappeared!
CHAPTER XII--FRANK IS TROUBLED
Shuddering with horror as he held the dripping girl in his arms, Barney
Mulloy looked over the side of the boat, expecting to see the water dyed
with a crimson stain.
Browning gave a shout:
"Here he is!"
Frank's head appeared on the other side of the boat.
He had dived just in time to avoid the shark when it turned.
The moment he came up on the other side of the boat Browning and Gallup
dropped the oars and grasped him.
They had him in the boat a second later.
The shark had lost its prey.
Frank sank down in the bottom of the boat, utterly helpless and without
strength.
Barney placed Inza on the rear seat.
"Begorra!" he gasped, wiping great drops of perspiration from his face;
"thot wur a close shave, but we did it, me b'ys!"
Ephraim Gallup, despite the exertion of rowing, was pale as a ghost, and
Browning was seen to shiver.
"Darn my pertaturs!" muttered the Vermonter. "It's a wonder we did do
it, b'gosh!"
"A wonder!" came from Browning! "It is a miracle!"
"Be me soul, we did it, though! Cheer, b'ys--cheer!"
Then, standing upright in the boat, they waved their caps and gave a
wild cheer of joy.
Away on the beach the cheer was answered by another and another and yet
another.
Merriwell opened his eyes, and something like a faint smile came to his
drawn face.
"It's all right, boys!" he said. "You did a good job!"
"An' it's yersilf that did another, Frankie," declared Barney. "But fer
yez th' young lady would be at th' botthom of the say now."
They rowed back, carrying the rescued youth and maiden.
Inza remained in an exhausted condition, but Frank began to recover soon
after being drawn into the boat.
A large crowd had gathered on the beach, for the four girls were not the
only bathers, and nearly a hundred people had come to the beach for
pleasure that afternoon.
When Frank and Inza came ashore the crowd cheered again, and the boys
who belonged to Merriwell's party rushed to embrace him.
Toots was so overjoyed that he fell on his knees and hugged Frank's
legs, laughing and crying in a hysterical manner.
"Oh, Marser Frank!" he said; "I done fought yo' was a goner one time fo'
suah! I nebber suspected to see yo' no moah, Marser Frank! Bress de good
Lawd--bress His name!"
Frank was hugged and his hand was shaken till he began to push them off,
laughing and remonstrating.
And the strangers who were looking on turned and said to one another:
"Who is he? See how much they think of him!"
Wallace Random, a handsome young fellow of nineteen, who had been on
hand to receive his sister, as he was near the beach when she went into
the water, hastened to Frank.
"Mr. Merriwell," he said, earnestly, as he grasped Frank's hand, "I am
proud to know you. Your friend has saved my sister's life in the same
noble manner. You are both heroes."
The girls had come to the beach in carriages, and Inza was soon placed
in one, bundled about with a wrap and whirled away.
Frank looked for Inza as soon as he could escape from the ones who were
offering their praise and congratulations, but he was told she had gone
with Miss Random.
"I shall see her to-night," he said. "There is a dance at the hotel, and
she has promised to give me the first waltz."
He made haste to escape to his room at the hotel, whither he was
followed by the boys, where Toots rubbed him down and they all talked
over the adventure and rescue.
Frank confessed that he was on the verge of giving out when the boat
reached them, and he had just strength enough to dive and escape the
shark, that had seemed to snap at Inza's feet as she was pulled out of
the water.
"I don't think I could have held out a minute more," he said; "and I
should have gone down again immediately if Bruce and Ephraim had not
grabbed me when I came up after diving under the boat. I used my last
bit of strength to get to the surface that time."
"When you dived," said Hodge, "Effie arose close to me. I saw in an
instant that she was ready to give out, and I helped her to get ashore.
I could not have done that, but she was able to swim a little after a
few minutes. She was almost frantic, and kept saying over and over that
she had been forced to break Inza's hold to save herself. She laughed
and cried and then swooned for a moment when the boat reached you and
you were pulled in."
Later in the afternoon Frank called on Inza, having been sent for by Mr.
Burrage.
Inza's father, who was weak and ill, wrung the lad's hand.
"My dear boy!" he cried; "how noble you are! I wished to see you, for I
have heard all about your brave deed."
After a few further words, Frank left his card for Inza, who was
confined to her room, and returned to the hotel.
The boys found time to talk over their combination, when they had grown
tired of discussing the rescue of the two girls. All were elated by the
prospect of great sport on their trip back East.
While they were sitting on the veranda of the hotel chatting about
athletic sports, Wallace Random appeared. Once more he shook Frank's
hand, expressing his appreciation of Merriwell's brave act, and then he
was introduced all around to the boys.
"Mr. Random," said Frank, "we have organized an athletic club, and I
shall be pleased to accept your invitation to take part in the contests
day after to-morrow."
"I am glad to know that," smiled Random. "We hope to make the affair a
big success. Entrances for the various contests may be made now or
to-morrow, if that serves you better."
"Perhaps it would be better to wait till to-morrow, as we can have time
to decide who will take part and what sports they will choose. As yet we
have not arranged matters fully, as the first meeting of our club was
interrupted when we hastened to save your sister and Miss Burrage. That
meeting broke up without adjournment."
"Suit yourselves," laughed Wallace, "but you must remember that we have
some hot lads down here, and we do not propose to let anybody from the
East carry off honors if we can prevent it."
"I rather fancy you will find some hot stuff among the members of our
club," said Frank, quietly. "We will represent Yale College, and it is
seldom 'Old Eli' gets left at anything."
"I understand you are something of a runner and hurdle-racer," Random
said.
"There are others," was the answer. "I am not the only one."
"But I have heard that you are pretty good."
"He is a dim jandy--I mean a jim dandy," spluttered Harry, getting
somewhat excited. "I don't believe you have any one out here who can
keep in sight of him."
Random elevated his eyebrows.
"Now you do interest me!" he exclaimed. "I am something of a runner
myself, and I shall take part in the hurdle race and the hundred yards
dash. Perhaps Mr. Merriwell may like to enter those contests. Out here
they say I am bound to win in a canter. Mr. Merriwell might make it
interesting, at least."
"Inderesting!" cried Hans. "I pets you your life he peats der packin'
oudt uf you! I haf seen dot poy sbrint!"
"Begorra! he's a birrud!" nodded Barney. "He was th' shwiftest runner in
Farrdale whin we wur there."
"Mr. Merriwell," said Random, pleasantly, "I trust you will take part in
the races. I do not think you will be able to win over me, but I am sure
it will be a pleasant and fair rivalry between us, and there will be no
hard feelings in any case."
"Well," said Frank, "I do not pretend to be a champion, but I will come
in and do the best I can."
"Good!" nodded Wallace. "I hope to see you at the hop to-night.
Good-evening, gentlemen."
Then he departed.
CHAPTER XIII--A GAME FOR TWO
Frank and Bart were the only ones of the party who attended the dance,
that evening, which was an informal affair.
Fine music was furnished, and the young ladies and girls of Santa
Barbara looked their best as they mingled with the guests at the hotel.
As Frank stood looking on he decided that the girls of the Golden State
were charming indeed, and there was no reason why California should not
be proud of them.
They were refined and cultured, too, as they showed by their manners and
conversation. In this respect Frank felt that they might well be
compared with the finest bred girls of the East.
"It is a great country," he thought; "and the East is altogether
conceited when it fancies it has all the brains and culture. There are
other places besides Boston and New York, and I can understand why some
of the other places seem superior to many people."
He was watching for Inza. She had promised him the first waltz, and he
hoped to find time to chat a moment with her before the dance. He wished
to compliment her on her brave attempt to rescue Effie Random.
While he was looking for her Miss Random entered the room, accompanied
by her brother.
Lord Stanford, the Englishman, was present, and he started for Effie the
moment she appeared.
But the girl saw Frank, and, leaving Wallace, she hastened toward him
before the nobleman could reach her.
"Oh, Mr. Merriwell!" she exclaimed, with an ardor that surprised him, as
she had seemed so cool and reserved, "I must thank you again and again
for your heroic rescue of Inza."
"Don't," entreated Merry. "I have been thanked enough already. Permit me
to congratulate you on your fine appearance this evening. It is
wonderful! I feared you would be prostrated, and here you are at this
dance, looking as fair and fresh as a flower. I do not understand it."
Her eyes fell.
"I--I came to see--you," she almost whispered the words, and an added
color tinged her fair cheeks.
Frank began to feel awkward. He could see Lord Stanford glowering at him
from a short distance, and he wondered if this was the same girl he had
fancied was so eager to capture the nobleman. It seemed that Effie had
quite forgotten Stanford.
"To see me?" said Frank, slowly. "I am sure that is a compliment--a
great compliment."
"Yes, to see you," she again declared, placing her hand upon his arm,
and lifting her blue eyes to his. "I knew you would be here."
At this moment Frank discovered that Inza had entered and was looking
toward them. He longed to hurry to her side, but he could not leave
Effie Random without positive rudeness.
"What is the matter, Mr. Merriwell?" said Effie, rather sharply. "You do
not seem to be listening? I am talking to you!"
"I beg your pardon!" hastily replied Frank, blushing, when he realized
how rude his manners must have seemed. "It's one of my spells--that's
all."
"Do you have them often?" she asked, with a light laugh.
"Oh, no; only occasionally. I am afraid they make me appear very rude.
Physicians whom I have consulted say I may outgrow them by the time I am
eighty or ninety, and that I shall not be troubled by them all the rest
of my life after that."
Lord Stanford came up.
"Pawdon," he said; "but I think this is our dawnce, Miss Random."
She looked at him, and then, as Frank was on the point of excusing
himself, she said:
"Not this one, Lord Stanford. I said I would give you a waltz, but I am
engaged to Mr. Merriwell for this one."
Frank glanced at her in surprise. He had not asked her for that dance.
What could she mean? Effie noted the glance and cast her eyes downward.
Like a flash the truth came over Frank. During their brief stay in Santa
Barbara he had met Effie quite often with Inza. He had simply regarded
her as a rather pretty and winning girl, and had paid her no more
attention than was demanded by courtesy. Now it seemed----
He was compelled to smile. Was it possible the foolish girl imagined he
was in love with her?
She must know of his sincere admiration for Inza.
Still, such is the weakness of human kind, he did not feel greatly
offended at the discovery. Effie was attractive and----
Then it happened that, almost before Frank realized it, they were on the
floor, gliding gracefully along to the swing and throb of the music.
Effie was a delightful waltzer, light as a feather and graceful as a
swan. Ordinarily it would have cost Frank no effort at all with such a
partner.
But this was not an ordinary occasion, and Merriwell felt no
satisfaction in dancing, even though Effie was a perfect waltzer. He
realized that he was doing wrong and he was decidedly wretched.
On the second round Frank and Effie came close to Inza. She was dancing
with Bart Hodge. For a single moment Inza's dark eyes looked at Merry,
but they turned away, and she laughed at something Hodge was whispering
in her ear.
Merriwell felt a flush of heat pass over his body, and his cheeks
burned. He saw Hodge's arm about Inza's waist, and an intense feeling of
jealousy seized upon him. He forgot that he was to blame and he railed
at his friend.
Then he began to chat and laugh with Effie, seeming to forget Inza
entirely. He entered into the dance with a sudden change of spirit, so
that many eyes were turned toward himself and Miss Random, who were
generally pronounced the finest waltzers on the floor.
Effie noted the sudden change in Frank, but she did not know what had
brought it about. She was charmed by his witty sayings, his
complimentary speeches, and his beautiful dancing.
"He is just splendid!" she told herself. "I don't wonder Inza Burrage
says he is the finest fellow in the whole world."
She saw Lord Stanford, surrounded by a group of girls, all of whom
seemed regarding the red-faced nobleman with great admiration.
"Yesterday I was like those silly fools!" thought Effie. "To-day I have
found a real man. What a difference there is!"
She felt a positive disgust for the Englishman.
"Miss Burrage said I'd be sickened of him when I came to know him well.
He is looking for an American heiress, and he tried to force her to
marry him till he found out she is not rich. Then his ardor cooled
swiftly. What a contemptible man he is."
When the dance was over Frank and Effie strolled out on the balcony,
where the soft breath of a perfect summer night brought them the sweet
perfume of flowers.
The moon had arisen above the Santa Yenz Mountains, and its brilliant
light was shimmering with silver the sea that lay away to the westward.
The sound of the surf came like subdued and distant organ peals. The
scene was entrancing, but it did not appeal to Frank.
He was ill at ease. He felt his guilt, and a great wave of shame and
self-contempt swept over him.
With characteristic impulsiveness he suddenly resolved to put an end to
it. To seek out Inza and apologize.
As he made the resolution a low, musical laugh came from the other side
of a bank of flowers.
Then a deep voice followed. It was Inza and Bart.
"Miss Random," he said, hurriedly, "will you kindly pardon me if I
escort you back to the room? I--I--have an engagement and----"
Effie started and glanced at him with mingled surprise and pique. She,
too, had heard the laugh. Her eyes flashed, and her lips compressed
ominously.
"Certainly, if you wish it, Mr. Merriwell," she replied, coldly. "But
may I ask if your extremely sudden engagement is connected with Inza?"
The impertinence of the question passed unheeded by Frank. His mind was
engrossed by his new resolution.
"I confess it is," he replied, frankly. "Pray excuse me."
With that he was gone. Effie watched him disappear with eyes filled with
tears of rage and humiliation. Gripping the railing of the balcony until
her hands ached, she muttered:
"You will regret this, Frank Merriwell. You will regret this insult to
me. I will find means to make you suffer for it."
Bart Hodge strolled past the bank of flowers, and started on seeing her.
"You here," he stammered, impulsively. "I thought you were dancing with
Frank?"
Effie greeted him so cordially that the youth flushed with pleasure. He
gladly stepped to her side in obedience to her invitation.
"Yes, I was dancing with Mr. Merriwell," she replied, "but he had a
pressing engagement and was compelled to leave. Where is Inza?"
"She returned inside," said Bart, indifferently.
"And you permitted her to go alone?"
"Yes. I wanted to look for you," was the blunt reply, given with a
glance of admiration.
"A weapon ready for use," murmured Effie, softly. "I will strike Frank
Merriwell through him."
In the meantime Frank had eagerly searched for Inza. To his extreme
disappointment, he found that she had left for home. Five minutes later
he, too, was missed.
CHAPTER XIV--A GOOD START
The day of the tournament at Santa Barbara arrived and brought with it
large crowds of visitors from various parts of the State. There was a
great swarm of strangers in the beautiful little town that lies between
the blue Santa Yenz Mountains and the dreaming sea.
The field for the sports and contests lay outside the town, and there
the crowd gathered at an early hour.
It had been arranged that such contests as putting the shot, throwing
the hammer, jumping, vaulting, wrestling, and so forth, should come
before the races.
Browning had been induced to enter the hammer-throwing and shot-putting
contests, while Barney was anxious to show what he could do at the high
jump and the long jump. Diamond had decided to take part in the pole
vaulting.
The boys' bicycles had arrived by express the day before, having been
forwarded from San Francisco, and Rattleton entered for the two-mile
bicycle race, after vainly trying to induce Frank to go into it.
"I'll have quite all I want to do in the hundred yards' dash and the
two-hundred-and-twenty yards' hurdle," smiled Frank. "I am not going to
break myself all up at the very beginning of our new tour."
"That's right," said Hodge, significantly; "and you will find Wallace
Random a sharp rival in both of those contests. It won't surprise me,
Frank, if you are unable to defeat him."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Merry, lifting his eyebrows and regarding Bart
coolly. "There was a time when you thought no person could defeat me."
Bart flushed and moved uneasily.
"You're a dandy, old fellow," he said; "but Random has a record. He is
the amateur champion of this State."
"And still you are going to be in the hurdle race! That is remarkable.
What do you expect to win?"
"Well, I can't do worse than get last position," returned Bart, somewhat
sulkily. "I do not expect to beat Wallace Random."
Frank turned away.
Inza Burrage was present to witness the contests, but Frank could not
get a chance to speak to her. Effie Random held several conversations
with her brother.
Ephraim Gallup, who happened to pass near them as they were talking,
heard a few words from each.
"Beat him if you can," said Effie, "beat him in both races."
"I will," confidently declared Random. "You may be sure of that."
"You don't know him, or you would not speak thus confidently. He always
wins at everything he tries. I wish to see him defeated."
"Don't worry: your wish shall be granted."
Then Ephraim heard no more.
"Wal, darn my punkins!" he muttered. "I'd like ter know who they be
talkin' abaout. You don't s'pose it's Frank!"
He was startled by the possibility, but quickly decided that such a
thing could not be.
Early on the morning of the previous day, after the Yale Combine had
been organized, Frank had hastened to order some suits for the club,
which they were to wear while taking part in certain contests. These
suits were short, light trousers, scarcely coming to the knees of the
wearers, and close fitting dark-blue shirts, each having a large white Y
on the breast.
By paying well for it, Merry was able to get several suits rushed
through, so the boys who were to take part in the sports requiring great
exertion each could have a suit.
The first contest was putting the shot.
There were six contestants, and Browning came fourth on the list.
The big fellow looked fine, and said he felt well, although he growled a
bit, as usual, because he had to do something besides be a spectator.
The Santa Barbara athletic club also had a big lad who was an expert
shot-putter and hammer thrower. His name was Benson.
Benson was the sixth man on the list, that position having come to him
by lot.
A slender chap by the name of Cummings, from Salinas, started the ball
rolling by making a distance of thirty-three feet and four inches.
This was not beaten till Browning came up.
"Do your best, old man," urged Frank. "You can do a good job if you try.
You know big Hickok has a record of forty-two and nine."
Bruce grunted.
"I don't suppose you expect me to beat Hickok, do you?" he growled.
"Not exactly," smiled Frank; "but you can come near him."
Browning limbered up, and then took his position. He was regarded with
great curiosity, as it had become known that he was from Yale, and
something good was expected of him.
His first put, however, was a disappointment to everybody, as he fell
under Cummings by five inches.
"Oh, he's too lazy for anything!" muttered Diamond. "He can do better
than that."
"He will do better," declared Frank.
But, to the astonishment of all, Browning made scarcely thirty-one feet
on his second trial.
There were cries of amusement and derision from the crowd, and a voice
shouted:
"Is that one of the wonderful men from Yale? He does not seem to be such
hot stuff. Wait till you see Benson toss the shot."
Browning stiffened up, and his face became set. He glanced at Frank,
expecting Merriwell would be angry, but was met with a smile and a nod
of encouragement.
"I'll do something this time if it's in me!" Bruce mentally vowed.
He did.
On the third trial he sent the shot whizzing through the air to fall far
beyond the mark made by Cummings.
When the tape was run it was found he had made thirty-eight feet and
eleven inches.
Then Browning was given a round of applause, and Frank congratulated him
when he stepped back into the crowd.
The man who followed Browning made thirty-two feet, and then Benson came
up. Wallace Random said a few words to Santa Barbara's champion shot
putter, and Benson nodded, although there was a worried look on his
face.
The crowd of spectators were silent and expectant.
What would Benson do? Could he beat the man from the East?
At Benson's first trial he made thirty-seven feet and nine inches.
This brought some applause, and a man cried:
"Wait a minute! He will show you something better than that."
But to the dismay of Benson's admirers, he fell back to thirty-six on
the second trial.
He prepared for the third and last effort, and it was seen by the
expression of his face that he meant to beat the record if it was in
him. With the shot in his hand, he poised himself for the throw, falling
back on his right foot. The muscles of his right arm and shoulder stood
out in hard bunches, while his left arm was extended, his hand being
clinched.
A moment he remained thus, and then, with a mighty heave, he sent the
shot flying through the air.
With a thud, it dropped to the sandy ground and lay still.
"He has won! He has won!"
The cry went up from Benson's friends.
"Wait a moment till the measurement is made," said Frank Merriwell,
quietly, as the tape was laid.
There was a great hush of expectancy, and then the voice of the judge
was heard to declare:
"Thirty-eight feet and nine inches. Bruce Browning, of Yale College, has
won over all by a margin of two inches."
A moment of silence, and then the familiar Yale yell of victory pealed
like a war cry from the lips of the college lads.
The Yale Combine had started out with flying colors.
CHAPTER XV--A HOT DASH
Wallace Random came around and congratulated Browning.
"You did a good job," he said, "and we'll have to take revenge off some
of your friends. Don't think for a moment that we mean to let you Yale
fellows carry off all the honors."
Benson came up and asked to be introduced. He proved to be a very
pleasant fellow, and took his defeat gracefully.
"I did my best," he declared. "I couldn't beat it if I were to try a
week. You won fairly."
This frank and generous spirit greatly impressed Merriwell and his
friends.
Browning exerted himself again in the hammer-throwing contest, and won
by a good margin.
"Keep it up, fellows," laughed Frank. "It strikes me that the Combine is
bound to make a path of glory on its way East."
But they were not to win at everything, as they soon discovered.
Barney Mulloy was a great jumper, but there was a youth from Mariposa
who could jump. His name was Lundy, and he beat the Irish boy with such
ease that Barney was quite crestfallen.
"Begorra! it's wings he has somewhere about him!" declared Barney.
Then came the pole vaulting, and Preston, of Santa Barbara won, although
Jack Diamond was a close second.
"I told you!" laughed Wallace Random, speaking to Frank. "You chaps are
doing great work, but we have some good men right here."
"That's right," agreed Merriwell, cheerfully. "You are right in it, and
that's a fact."
Then came the bicycle race.
Rattleton did his best, but again a Santa Barbara man won.
Then there was wrestling and other contests in which the Yale Combine
was not concerned.
At last the hundred yards' dash was called.
The competitors appeared from the dressing tent and were greeted with
cheers. Wallace Random was given a hearty reception.
There were five starters. They were Merriwell, of Yale; Random, of Santa
Barbara; Black, of San Francisco; Cheston, of Yuma, and Harper, of San
Bernardino.
The word came, and the starter's pistol cracked.
Away leaped the runners like greyhounds.
A cheer went up from the spectators.
Wallace Random was a great starter, and he leaped to the front at the
first bound.
Merriwell and Black were paired, while Creston got off next, and Harper
was last.
Frank knew how much there was in the start of a short dash, and he felt
that Random had obtained an advantage; but that made no difference with
him, for he was there to do his best.
For a third of the distance no one obtained much of a lead. Then Random
began to pull away.
But he could not get away from Merriwell, who clung to him like a leech,
not more than two yards separating them.
It was soon seen that the race lay between Random and Merriwell, with
Random apparently having the best of it.
Two-thirds the distance was covered, and still Random held his
advantage.
Then a genuine Yale yell came from Frank's friends, who had gathered in
a group near the finishing point.
That cheer seemed to act like an electric spur on Merriwell. Half the
distance between him and Random was closed quickly, and then with a leap
he was at the side of the Santa Barbara man.
A single moment they hung thus, and then, as the tape was approached,
Frank shot to the front, and was a winner by about two feet.
"'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! Yale!"
Wallace Random was greatly chagrined, for he had felt certain of that
race when it was almost finished. Then, in an astonishing manner, Frank
Merriwell had reached his side, passed him, and won the dash.
Effie Random said nothing, but she thrust her parasol into the ground
with a wrench that broke it.
Frank was cheered and congratulated.
As soon as he could recover from his surprise and disappointment, Random
shook Frank's hand.
"You did the trick," he said; "but I'll beat you at the hurdle race. I
see you are strong on the finish, and I'll be looking out for you."
"All right," smiled Frank. "If you win that race, we'll break even, but
I shall do my best."
Frank noticed that Hodge was not with those who crowded about to
congratulate him. He looked for Bart, whom he discovered talking with
Effie, and he saw Effie was speaking in an excited manner, a flush on
her face.
Frank smiled.
"It looks as if she really wished to see me defeated. I wonder what she
is saying to Hodge."
He could see Bart shaking his head, while Effie seemed to be urging him
to do something. The more Bart shook his head the more determined the
girl became.
Frank was able to watch them but a moment, as his friends demanded his
attention.
"Hang me if I didn't know ye'd do it all ther time!" said Ephraim
Gallup, proudly. "You're ther same old hustler yeou useter be when yeou
was at Fardale."
"Thot's roight, me b'y!" said Barney Mulloy. "It's a pache ye alwus wur,
Frankie."
"Yaw," agreed Hans; "you vos a chim dandy, Vrankie!"
The hurdle race was the concluding event of the tournament.
There were other contests and amusements to occupy the time between the
dash and the hurdle race.
At last the hurdle race was called.
Then Frank was surprised to find Bart Hodge had entered for the race and
was ready to run.
"Hello!" he exclaimed. "Isn't this a new idea of yours?"
"No," answered Bart. "I entered for this race yesterday."
"You did? That's queer! I knew nothing of it."
"I intended it for a surprise," said Hodge, with a forced laugh.
Frank was not at all pleased. As he was the president of the Combine, he
felt that Hodge had not done right in entering for the contest without
his knowledge.
At first he thought of refusing to let Bart race, but he quickly
banished such an inclination, knowing it might seem that he feared he
would be beaten by one of his own club.
"But we'll have a little understanding about this later on," he mentally
vowed.
Besides Bart, Frank and Wallace Random, there were three others who had
entered for the hurdle race. They were Perkins, of the Southern Union
Athletic Club, of Los Angeles; Keeler, of Ventaur, and a Mexican, Pablo
Salero, from some unknown place.
The Mexican was a little fellow, while the others were supple and
well-built lads.
"Ready, gentlemen!"
It was the voice of the starter.
The six contestants leaned forward, ready to dash away in a moment.
"One!"
Breathless silence.
"Two!"
In a moment they would be off.
"Three!"
Crack! sounded the pistol, and away they darted.
Again Random showed his qualities as a quick starter, but he did not get
away from Merriwell, who was equally as quick.
Straight at the first hurdle the six lads dashed. Side by side Merriwell
and Random sailed over it, with Hodge scarcely any in the rear.
The spectators cheered and waved hats, handkerchiefs and parasols.
As the third hurdle was cleared Hodge was neck-and-neck with Random and
Merriwell. At that moment it seemed as if the three were evenly matched.
Perkins was close behind them, and the Mexican had already fallen to the
rear.
Hodge was straining every nerve, and Merriwell was astonished to see him
make such a spurt.
"Can he keep it up?" thought Frank. "If so, he is the man I'll have to
work hard to beat."
Over the fourth hurdle they sailed, and then it was that Merriwell and
Hodge, still keeping side by side, took the lead, Random being passed,
although he was doing his level best.
But the strain was telling on Bart already. His face was drawn into an
expression of agony, and he knew he could not keep up that speed to the
finish.
As they cleared the fifth hurdle something happened. Hodge seemed to
strike the ground awkwardly, and he plunged against Merriwell.
Down both went.
When they scrambled up, Random was in the lead, and he had secured a
decided advantage--an advantage that it was not going to be easy to
overcome.
Frank was angry and excited. Like a deer he dashed after Wallace.
Still Hodge kept at his side, doing his utmost.
Six, seven, eight hurdles they cleared, and they were close at Random's
heels. Frank felt confident he would be able to win for all of his
unfortunate downfall.
"I can do it!" he told himself. "There is a wide space between the ninth
and tenth hurdles, and there is where I'll get ahead of Random."
Never in all his life had he felt more confident of winning any kind of
a contest.
When the ninth hurdle was reached Bart had fallen a trifle to the rear,
but he leaped nearly at the same moment with Merriwell.
Then a cry came from Bart as his foot struck and he was thrown forward
heavily upon his head.
He struck the ground with a sickening thud, and lay still.
In a moment Frank Merriwell stopped, all thought of winning the race
being banished from his mind. He was quickly kneeling beside the fallen
lad trying to discover how badly Bart was injured.
Hodge was unconscious, so Frank lifted him and bore him from the track,
while Wallace Random raced on and won over Perkins by a wide margin.
Bart was carried into the shade of a large tree, where a physician began
to work over him. The physician could not discover that any bones were
broken, and he believed Hodge had been stunned by the fall.
This proved true, for Bart was restored to consciousness after a short
time, and the first person he saw was Frank close at his side, watching
him with the greatest anxiety.
Bart reached out and grasped Merry's hand, saying feebly:
"It was an accident, old fellow--I swear it was! Don't think I tried to
make you lose the race! No one could induce me to do that, no matter how
much they begged me to, Frank! You do not think I did it purposely, do
you?"
"No," said Frank, "I do not think so, Bart."
"I am glad!" whispered Hodge, thankfully.
Soon the tournament was over, and Santa Barbara was well satisfied,
having carried off her share of the honors.
That night there was another hop at the most fashionable hotel of the
town.
Frank appeared rather late, and from a place where he could not be seen
himself, he watched the dancers.
He was surprised to discover that Inza was not dancing, although she was
present. As he watched he saw her refuse several who asked her to dance.
Lord Stanford was given the cold shoulder in a very decisive manner, but
there were numberless other girls who were more than glad to dance with
him.
He entered the room intending to grasp an opportunity to speak with her.
The moment he appeared Inza retreated toward the other end of the room.
He followed hastily, and, catching up with her, said:
"Inza, please do not act in this manner. I have an apology to make."
He passed his hand through her arm, and they went out on the veranda.
The moon was over the mountains again, and its silver light glinted the
waves of the sea.
Frank and Inza paused in the shadow of the vines. For some moments he
did not speak, and then, his voice quivering, he talked long and
earnestly. What he said is neither here nor there. He had an apology to
make, and he made it in a manly way. He acknowledged his mistake and
freely expressed his contrition.
Inza heard him in silence to the end, then she burst into tears. In a
moment both of Frank's arms were about her, and she was sobbing with her
head against his breast.
The following morning Bart Hodge, who had appeared greatly troubled
since the race, sought out Frank.
"I want to ask you a question," he said, earnestly. "Do you think I
tried to keep you from winning that race, Frank?"
"Not much, Bart," replied Merry, cordially. "I know you better than
that. But----"
"Yes?"
"Perhaps you were asked to."
Hodge flushed.
"We won't say any more," continued Frank, grasping his companion's hand.
"Let it be buried in the past. I have been a fool, and I deserve all I
got. Here comes the rest of the fellows. We'll talk over our next move
with the Combination."
CHAPTER XVI--THE ARRIVAL AT EMBUDO
"Embudo! Embudo!"
A brakeman shouted the name at the open door of a passenger car
northward bound on the Denver and Rio Grande. The train was stopping at
a small station in Northern New Mexico, some fifty miles north of Santa
Fe.
"Embudo! Embudo!"
Another brakeman shouted the name at the open door at the other end of
the car.
"Embudo! Hurrah!"
Several healthy young voices uttered the cry, and there was a general
bustling within that car.
"Here's where we leave the railroad and civilization behind, Inza,"
laughed Frank, who had been chatting with Inza Burrage, who occupied a
seat with a stern, hard-faced woman.
"Hurrah!" cried the girl, enthusiastically. "We're off to the land of
the Aborigines! What a jolly adventure it's bound to be!"
"Goodness!" said the hard-faced woman, reprovingly. "Any one would think
you a boy to hear you cheer like that, Inza. Don't do it again! It isn't
proper."
"Oh, what's the use to be so awfully proper all the time, Aunt Abby!"
laughed the girl, with a little pout. "How can a person help being
enthusiastic with the prospect of such adventures ahead! You'll see
things you never saw before, aunt."
"And goodness knows we shall all be scalped! I suppose I'm foolish to
accompany you on such a foolish expedition."
"Oh, Frank says there is not the least danger of anything like scalping,
and St. Geronimo Day is the great holiday with the Pueblo Indians. I
wouldn't miss it for anything."
"I assure you, Miss Gale, there is no danger of being scalped or
troubled at all by the Indians," said Frank, who with his friends were
bound for the Pueblo of Taos, where they were going to witness the
Indian celebration which takes place there each year on St. Geronimo
Day.
Inza had communicated with her maiden aunt, who lived in Sacramento,
after arriving in Santa Barbara, and Miss Gale had been so wrought up by
the girl's letter, which told how her father had tried to force her into
a marriage with a "horrid English reprobate," that she had packed a
trunk and hastened to Santa Barbara.
She found Inza had already "shaken" the Englishman, but Bernard Burrage
was such a physical wreck that the good-hearted spinster determined to
accompany Inza on the trip East and look out for her.
Mr. Burrage had stopped at Santa Fe, hoping the climate might agree with
him.
Frank had heard much about the affair at the Pueblo of Taos on St.
Geronimo Day, and he took a vote of the Yale Combine about attending.
The club was unanimously in favor of it, and thus we find them leaving
the train at Embudo, the nearest railway station to the Pueblo.
Frank had worked hard to make a favorable impression on Miss Abigail
Gale, and had succeeded very well, so he had induced her to take Inza to
witness the Indian celebration.
No one but Frank could have succeeded in this, for the spinster detested
and feared redskins, but Merry seemed to have some hypnotic influence
over her.
Hodge assisted Inza from the train, while Frank aided Miss Abigail to
alight, doing so with as much gallantry and grace as if she were a girl
of sixteen.
Indeed, her hard face seldom relaxed at all save when she looked at
Frank, and then, at times, an expression of positive gentleness would
soften her features somewhat.
Frank had not won her good will by aid of a flattering tongue. He
believed actions spoke louder than words, and he had taken pains to
study her peculiarities that he might know what to do to please her. In
this manner he had been remarkably successful with her, although it was
Miss Abagail's firm belief that the entire male sex "didn't amount to
nothing nohow."
"Look at Frankie, b'ys!" chuckled Barney, giving Ephraim and Hans each a
nudge. "It's a shlick lad he is. If it wasn't fer him, Inza'd nivver git
anywhere at all, at all; but he makes th' ould hen think she's a p'ach,
an' she'll be afther doin' onnything he loikes fer her to do."
"By gum! he's slick," grinned the boy from Vermont. "I ain't never seen
no female gal ur woman that he wasn't able to chop ice with when he sot
out."
"Yaw," nodded Hans, gravely; "he peen aple to chop ices mit der girls
ven I lets 'em alone. Uf course he don'd stood no show mit me against."
"Nivver a bit!" agreed Barney. "It's yersilf thot's a great masher.
Ye're a perfict Apollo."
"You pet my poots!" said the Dutch boy proudly. "I don'd bother Vrankie
mit pecause he vos a coot feller, und his feelings I don'd vant to
hurt."
"Go on!" snorted Ephraim, in disgust. "Ye make me sick! Whut sort of a
fool noshun hev yeou got inter your fat head? Do you think yeou could
cut Frank Merriwell aout with any girl?"
"Say, you peen careful how you talks to me!" said Hans, menacingly. "Uf
you don'd, I may be sorry for it! I know vot I can do mit der girls."
"Thot's roight, Ephraim," put in Barney, with a sly wink at the Yankee
boy; "he knows phwat he can do. Av he says he can cut Frankie out it's
himsilf thot can do th' same."
"Yaw; sometimes I done id shust to shown you."
Ephraim took his cue, having tumbled when Barney winked.
"Wal, darn my punkins!" he growled. "Yeou make me sick! Mebbe yeou
really do think yeou could cut Frank aout?"
"Uf I vant to tried him."
"Wall, I'll bet a 'hole barril of yaller-eye beans that yeou can't do
northin' of the kind, b'gosh! Yeou take me up, if you darst!"
"Betther be careful, Ephraim," said Barney, in a manner of mock warning.
"Ye won't have inny b'anes to ate nixt winther. Ye see Frankie is payin'
all his attintion to Miss Abigail noo, an' it's ounly himself as could
do innything wid th' loikes av her--onliss it is Hans."
"I'll stan' to my bet," said Gallup. "Hans never could do a dinged thing
with Miss Abigail."
"Vos dot vot I thought, eh?" excitedly exclaimed the Dutch lad. "Veil, I
proff him to you! I shown you britty queek alretty vot I done dot
directions in. I vos a hustler ven I started out, und don'd you forget
him!"
"All right," grinned Ephraim. "If yeou can cut Frank aout with Miss
Abigail darned if I don't deliver them beans!"
Then the Vermonter and the Irish lad chuckled and nudged each other,
anticipating no end of sport, for they knew Hans was in earnest and
would make an attempt to win the attention of the spinster.
Embudo is down on the railroad time tables, and that is about as near as
it comes to being on earth.
When the party reached the station platform they looked around for the
town. To their astonishment all they could see was the little red
station house and a lonely water tank. On both sides were towering
cliffs of lava, that looked as if they had been scorched and melted by
the fiercest of heats, and the boys found it difficult to believe that
the sickly creek in sight was the Rio Grande River. The little stream
made a great fuss as it dashed over a bed that was paved with blocks of
black basalt, as if seeking to call attention to itself and its
importance.
"Well!" exclaimed Harry, astonished; "jay I be miggered--I mean may I be
jiggered!"
"Golly sakes to goodness!" gasped Toots. "Where am we, chilluns?"
Bruce Browning groaned.
"Sold again!" he muttered, in despair. "Why, this is the next stop to
the infernal regions!"
"Where's the town?" asked Diamond.
A man who wore a silk hat on the back of his head and carried his hands
in the pockets of his striped trousers, which--marvel of marvels!--bore
traces of a crease, came forward and said:
"The town, gents, is right across the river there. It is not quite as
large as Santa Fe, but it serves as a stopping place all right, if you
are on your way to Taos, which I reckon you are."
He eyed them closely, as if sizing them up. His eyes were piercing, and
his mustache was coal-black. There was that in his appearance that
pronounced him a gambler.
The boys thanked him and looked for the town.
They discovered a long, low adobe building, and that constituted the
entire town. It was the post office, hotel and general store, and was
kept by a Mexican, who was on hand at the station to get the mail.
A number of passengers beside Frank and his friends left the train.
Frank went ahead toward the baggage car to look out for the luggage.
The station agent was a beardless youth, to whom the arrival of a train
was a most welcome break of the lonely monotony of the place. He was
hurrying about and showing his importance.
About the station were several loungers, Mexicans and Indians.
Barely had Frank gone forward when he was startled to hear a loud
scream, which he recognized as the voice of Inza.
That scream told him something of a startling nature had happened, and
like a flash he whirled about.
He was astonished to see Inza struggling in the the arms of a blanketed
Indian, who seemed attempting to lift her and carry her off bodily.
With a pantherlike bound, Merry sprang to the rescue.
Quick as he was, another person was on hand ahead of him.
A tall, swarthy young man, dressed in plain clothes, which seemed to fit
his magnificent form very well, leaped at the Indian and the girl, tore
them apart, and knocked the redskin down with a single
straight-from-the-shoulder blow.
It was all over in a second, and the rescuer was saying something to
reassure the frightened girl.
All over?
Not quite!
As the Indian who had been knocked down started up in a dazed way,
lifting himself with one hand, the man who wore the silk hat whipped out
a long-barreled revolver, coolly observing:
"Here is where I assist Uncle Sam in settling the Indian question."
In another moment he would have shot the Indian, but Frank was in time
to grasp his wrist and turn the revolver skyward.
The weapon spoke, and the bullet flattened against the face of the lava
cliff above.
The man turned his dark eyes on Frank, and the boy saw a blazing devil
in their depths. His face turned crimson, but his voice was still quite
cool, as he addressed Merriwell:
"My dear young man, do you know it is very dangerous to chip into a game
like that?"
"I saved you from committing murder, sir," said Frank, equally as cool.
The man's teeth seemed to gleam through that black mustache.
"Murder!" he said, scornfully. "You kept me from shooting a dog, that's
all. If you will take your hand off my wrist, I'll do the job now."
"No, you must not!"
Never had Frank seen a more dangerous look on the face of a living man.
He felt that wrist tremble beneath his fingers.
"You are a tenderfoot," said the owner of the silk hat. "If you were
anything else----Well, this would mean your funeral! I am ashamed to
shoot you, but I may forget myself if you do not withdraw from the
game."
"If you will promise to put up that gun and let this drunken Indian go,
I will withdraw."
"Did you ever hear of Dan Carver?"
"Yes."
"I am Carver."
CHAPTER XVII--OFF FOR PUEBLO
Frank was astonished, but his face showed not the least sign of
surprise. Carver was a Western sport and "bad man." It was said that,
when aroused, he was more dangerous than a hundred rattlesnakes.
"Well, Mr. Carver," said Frank, "I have heard that it is your custom to
do your shooting first and your palavering afterward; but I trust you
will break the rule in this case. I have heard that you claim to be a
gentleman, and, as a gentleman, I ask you not to do any shooting here in
the presence of these ladies, who are already badly frightened, and
would be horrified at the sight of blood."
"Oh, if you put it that way," said the man, slowly, "I presume I shall
have to throw up my hand, although I feel it a duty to shoot some holes
in that drunken redskin."
"As a favor to the ladies you will not shoot him?"
"As a favor to the ladies, I will not shoot him--here."
Merry instantly let go of Dan Carver's wrist, saying:
"I thank you, sir."
The Indian who had been knocked down had regained his feet by this time.
He paused, swaying a bit unsteadily, and glared in a drunken way at Inza
and her rescuer, then he turned and staggered away, disappearing around
the station.
"The horrid beast!" exclaimed Miss Abigail, who had lifted her parasol,
as if to strike him, while she stiffly stood her ground. "Indians are
not good for anything anyway. You never can make anything decent out of
them, no matter how hard you try."
"I believe that is what all white folks think," said the young man who
had knocked the drunken savage down. "They may be right."
There was a trace of bitterness in the words and the tone in which they
were spoken.
Frank stared hard at the rescuer, and then, stepping forward, cried:
"I believe I know you! I am sure I do! Why, you are John Swiftwing, and
I have played football against you!"
The youth with the swarthy face looked at Frank, and then bowed gravely.
"I am John Swiftwing," he acknowledged; "and I remember you. You are a
Yale man, and your name is Merriwell."
Frank held out his hand.
"Shake, Swiftwing!" he cried. "I am delighted to see you, although you
nearly killed me once on a tackle. Without question, you are the
fiercest tackler and the best football player Carlisle has on her team.
If she had ten more men like you, she'd wipe up the earth with every
Eastern college."
A gleam shot from the eyes of the other, and he accepted Frank's hand.
"You speak as if you mean it," he said, "and I thank you."
"I do mean it," declared Frank. "Why, all the Eastern papers said so!
You showed yourself a wonder. You play football as if your life depended
on it."
"Yes. It is the only white man's game worth playing."
"I can't agree with you there. I consider baseball superior."
Swiftwing shook his head.
"No," he said; "it is too tame. Football is like a battle, and it makes
one's blood tingle."
"Well, I wish to thank you for your ready intervention in behalf of this
young lady, who is a friend of mine. Permit me to introduce you. Miss
Burrage, this is Mr. Swiftwing, a Carlisle student."
The young man bowed with a grace that was natural and pleasing, lifting
his hat as he did so.
Impulsively Inza held out her gloved hand.
"Mr. Swiftwing," she said, "I am awfully glad to know you, and, oh! I
want to thank you so much for what you just did! That--that drunken--man
nearly scared me to death."
"Why didn't you say that drunken Indian, as you started to, Miss
Burrage?" asked Swiftwing, with something like a bitter smile. "White
men never get drunk, I believe!"
"Goodness, yes they do!" exclaimed Miss Abigail; "but not all of them
get drunk. All Indians get drunk."
"Not all of them, madam--I beg your pardon. I have never tasted a drop
of liquor in my life."
"You--you? Why--why--you are--are not----"
"Miss Gale," said Frank, "allow me to introduce Mr. Swiftwing, who is a
full-blooded Indian and a student at the school in Carlisle,
Pennsylvania."
The spinster looked astonished, nearly dropping her parasol.
"Gracious me!" she fluttered. "Him an Indian? Why, he's dressed decent,
and I'd never suspected it if you hadn't said so. My, my! what a
surprise!"
She did not offer to shake hands, but Swiftwing bowed to her quite as
courteously as he had to Inza.
The other boys crowded around, and Frank introduced them all to the
Carlisle student, to whom he explained that they were on their way to
the Pueblo of Taos.
"But how do you happen to be away out here, Swiftwing?" asked Frank. "Is
your home near here?"
"My home is at the Pueblo of Taos, and I am on my way thither."
"That is remarkable! You are not done at Carlisle?"
"No, I have another year there. I became hungry for a sight of home, and
that is how I happen to be here."
"How do you travel from here?"
"By horse. I suppose you will go by stage. Ramon Griego will carry you."
"Yes, we go that way; but we'll see you again at the Pueblo. I wish to
have a talk with you."
"And so do I," declared Inza, sincerely, regarding the Indian with
admiration. "I want to thank you again for what you did. It was splendid
of you."
She held out her hand once more. John took it, bowed low, and, to her
surprise, lifted it to his lips. It was an act that astonished Frank
more than any one else, for, despite what he knew of Swiftwing, he had
felt that the Indian was incapable of such a thing.
With a wave of his hand to Frank and the others, Swiftwing turned and
walked away.
"He is a splendid fellow!" said Inza, a flush on her cheeks. "I did not
suppose there could be such a difference between two Indians."
"Look out, Frankie, me b'y!" chuckled Barney. "It's a rid roival ye'll
have th' firrust thing ye know."
Miss Abigail gave a contemptuous sniff.
"He appeared all right," she said "but even he is an Indian, and no
Indian can ever be like a white man."
It seemed that John Swiftwing's ears were remarkably keen, for he seemed
to hear those words, and he paused suddenly, turning about with a proud
gesture. He was at the corner of the station, and not one of that group
ever forgot how he looked as he stood there, looking back at them with
all the haughtiness of his nature aroused. With something like a gesture
of anger and disdain, he turned again and vanished around the corner.
A moment later he was seen galloping away on the back of a tough little
pony, going like the wind and riding like a Centaur.
"How could you have said that so he could hear you, aunt!" pouted Inza,
her eyes following the retreating figure of Swiftwing. "It was too bad,
after all he did for--for me!"
Barney nudged Frank in the ribs, whispering:
"Didn't Oi tell yez! It's shtuck she is alriddy."
Frank laughed carelessly.
"I didn't think he could hear me," said the spinster; "but it was true,
anyhow. He's got on a white man's clothes, but that don't make him like
a white man."
"Yaw!" put in Hans Dunnerwust, getting nearer Miss Abigail; "dot peen
so, you pet."
The old maid gave him a scornful look.
"What do you know about it!" she exclaimed.
"Oxcuse me," said the Dutch boy. "You took mein vord for dot."
"I wouldn't take your word for anything," sniffed Miss Abigail, as she
turned away.
Barney and Ephraim chuckled, and Hans looked rather crestfallen, shaking
his head and muttering:
"Vale, she vos a pird!"
The train pulled out of the station, and the party crossed the
footbridge to the adobe building.
In front of the building stood two light platform wagons, to each of
which were attached two of those diminutive broncho ponies whose
endurance has so many surprises.
These were the stages of Ramon Griego & Co.
Curiously enough, the firm with this imposing name was composed of two
Mexican boys, who were brothers, and who carried a long star route into
the mountains, gathering and delivering mail pouches at a number of
little settlements on the way.
Ramon proved to be a bright, well-dressed young man, and could speak
English fluently, a fact worthy of note in a land where the inhabitants
of the isolated hamlets are three hundred years behind the times.
He had been expecting a large number of passengers, and was prepared for
them.
Frank's party took up one entire wagon, and it was a big load for the
little bronchos. If Frank had not known what sort of stuff there was in
the little animals, he might have hesitated about starting out with a
wagon load of twelve persons, to say nothing of several mail pouches.
The driver, a Mexican lad, occupied a seat with Toots. He cracked his
long whip and uttered a yell. The little bronchos started slowly, broke
into a run, and away they went, with the boys waving their hats and
cheering, while Inza fluttered her handkerchief to the Mexican
postmaster, who was standing in the open doorway.
The first turn of the road around a jutting rock hid the railroad from
view, and it seemed that the party immediately plunged one hundred years
into antiquity.
Each seat was wide enough for three ordinary persons, but Hans had been
determined to secure a position beside Miss Abigail, and had succeeded,
much to the old maid's discomfort. The Dutch boy looked supremely
satisfied with himself, and it was plain he thought he was making
progress.
The boys sang, Frank starting it. There were some musical voices in the
party, and they formed a decidedly jolly "glee club." The songs of Yale
were popular with them, and they awoke the echoes with "Here to Good Old
Yale," "Bingo," "Solomon Levi," and so forth.
At two or three points the canyon widened enough to permit a few acres
of river bottom, and there several Mexican families lived, managing to
keep soul and body together in some mysterious manner that defies a
Northern understanding.
About the driver's waist was a cartridge belt that bore two Colt
revolvers of .44 caliber, and the boy had a significant way of fingering
those guns occasionally that made Miss Abigail very nervous.
"If he tries to murder the whole of us----Well, let him try it!" she
said, with a significant hardening of the jaws. "He'll get all he's
bargained for."
"Dot vos right," nodded Hans. "He don'd done dot murderin' mitout
troubles."
Miss Abigail was silent. Encouraged by this, the Dutch boy added:
"Shust you trust myself to you und you vos all right. I vill peen your
brotector all der times."
"You!" sniffed Miss Abigail. "Why, if you saw your own shadow you'd
think an elephant was after you and run away."
Ephraim snickered, and Hans looked disgusted.
The scenery proved very monotonous, and the party subsided into silence
after a time.
The only event to arouse them from the lethargy into which they had
fallen was a sudden movement on the part of Miss Abigail that
unceremoniously dumped Hans off the seat to the ground, where he was
fortunate enough to bounce like a rubber ball out of the way of the rear
wheel.
"There!" the spinster was heard to mutter; "perhaps he'll stop squeezing
up to me now. He's the most uncomfortable person I ever sat beside."
"Shimminy Gristmas!" Hans gurgled, as he sat up beside the trail and
stared at the stage, which had stopped almost immediately. "Vot dot
vomans got mit her elpow in, ain'd id? Id vas a recular pattering rams!"
Ephraim Gallup laughed in his hearty manner.
"Darn my punkins! but yeou do look funny, Hans!" he cried. "Whut
happened to ye, anyhaow?"
"You toldt me."
"Begobs! it's yersilf thot's a moighty foine ground tumbler," said
Barney, with a chuckle.
"I dond't toldt you so!" returned the Dutch boy, with attempted sarcasm.
"Don't you pelief mineself!"
"Come, Hans," laughed Frank, who with Inza, had been watching the Dutch
lad's efforts to make an impression on Miss Abigail. "Pick yourself up
and get aboard. We can't wait all day for you."
Hans got up with an effort and started to return to his seat; but he
stopped, regarding the spinster doubtingly. She gave him a look, and he
dodged, as if she had thrown something at him.
"Oxcuse me!" he exclaimed. "Uf id don't make some difference to nobody,
I vill valk der rest uf der vays."
This was said in such a doleful manner that every one of the boys
laughed.
"Here," said Frank, "I think there is more room on this seat, and I will
take your seat. Hurry up, now."
Frank took the seat beside Miss Abigail, while, with a sigh of relief,
the Dutch boy climbed up beside Inza. He looked very doleful and
crestfallen during the rest of the journey to the Pueblo, where they
arrived at nine o'clock that evening.
CHAPTER XVIII--CARVER'S OPINION
Pom! pom! pom!
"Pwhat's that?" grunted Barney Mulloy, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
Pom! pom! pom!
"Come in, und stop dot knockin' der door on!" gurgled Hans Dunnerwust
from beneath an Indian blanket.
"That ain't nobody knockin'," declared Ephraim Gallup, with a yawn. "It
saounds like----"
Pom-per-pom! pom-per-pom! pom-per-pom!
"Thunder!" snorted the Vermonter, sitting up and giving his blanket a
fling. "Where be we, anyhaow?"
"I don'd told you!" exclaimed Hans, in sudden alarm. "You explain dot to
mineself!"
"Here!" came from beneath another blanket that was spread on the floor;
"what are you chaps raking such a mow about--I mean making such a row
about?"
Then Harry lifted his head and peered around in the semi-darkness.
In all directions heads were lifted, and the voice of Bruce Browning
growled:
"Talk about your hard beds! I have stopped in all sorts of hotels, but I
never struck a bed like this before! What sort of a ranch is this,
anyhow?"
Pom-pom! pom-pom! pom-pom!
"Heavens!" gurgled Diamond, popping bolt upright and holding his hands
over his ears. "What infernal noise is that?"
Then all the boys sat up, staring at each other questioningly.
"Where is Frank?"
"He's not here!"
Merriwell was gone, but his blanket was rolled in the corner where he
had been sleeping.
By this time the boys began to realize where they w
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