“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!”