“Jack!” gasped the girl.
“He shall not touch you!” exclaimed the boy, trying to push the fellow away.
“Get out!” ordered the aggressor, catching the boy by the collar and giving him a swing that threw him down.
“Shame! shame!” cried some of the spectators.
They started to interfere, but the young bloods jumped in, ready for a fight, and the witnesses hesitated.
With one exception.
Frank Merriwell’s blood was boiling. His lips parted slightly, showing his white teeth, which were set together.
Just as the fellow caught the shrinking, terrified girl by the shoulder, Frank struck him a terrible blow.