“Look at him!” directed Frank. “He’s a sight! How in the world did he get battered and cut up like that?”
“Merriwell,” said Diamond, “he’s sure to be pretty ugly about this when he wakes up.”
“Oh, he’ll get over it. But I don’t believe he’ll forget his second night in Paris as long as he lives.”
“It’s retribution,” declared Rattleton. “Night after night he has tortured me, and kept me awake by his beastly snoring, and he’s been mad enough to eat me when I kicked about it. I didn’t think the clocks would disturb him at all.”
“But it seems that they did,” observed Diamond, with a faint smile.
Rattleton was for sneaking out of the room as quietly as possible, without disturbing Browning, but Frank could not think of leaving without letting Bruce know they had seen him. So they all stood around the big fellow, and sang “Kathleen Mavourneen.”
The big fellow grunted, groaned, kicked—awoke!
For a few moments it was evident he did not catch on to the situation. He lay there, amid the tangled bedding, staring up at the laughing lads, and blinking in a comical manner, so that Rattleton broke down, and began to laugh.
“Huah!” grunted Bruce.
Then Frank and Jack stopped, and Merry said: