Dunton was raving mad. He literally frothed at the mouth as he came off the bed and leaped on the ex-Yale athlete.
“I’ll kill you!” he howled.
“Will you?” inquired Merry, calmly. “I don’t think!”
Dunton tried to get him by the throat. For some moments there was a terrific struggle, during which a chair and a stand were overturned.
Dunton was nerved by such fury that he made a desperate antagonist for a time, but he could not hold out against Merriwell.
Seeing he was about to get the worst of it, the fellow tried to get some kind of weapon out of his pocket.
“Would you!” cried Frank, catching his wrist.
“In a minute!” returned the other.
“You’re pretty bad.”
“You’ll find out!”