CHAPTER XXIV.
THE FINISH.
“Ouch!” said Merry.
“Dat didn’t hurt, did it?” asked the slugger, with an air of surprise.
“Not much.”
“How ’bout dat?”
Husker tapped him again.
Merry didn’t seem able to protect himself in the least.
“It’s going to be a slaughter!” muttered Hackett. “I did hope he’d try to put up a scrap just to give us some fun.”
The students cried:
“Brace up, Merriwell!”