Frank Merriwell's Own Company; Or, Barnstorming in the Middle West

by Burt L. Standish

"Yes."

"I pushed the button. Somebody is coming here even now. All I have to do is to hold onto you till they come."

Harris snarled and gnashed his teeth, which he tried to fasten in the back of Frank's wrist.

"Steady," said Merry. "It's no use. I've got you, and I'll hold you. I'll see that you go to prison for this."

"Never!"

"It's what you deserve, and you'll have to take your medicine at last."

Then Merry found his enemy was feeling in his bosom. Frank tried to hold his hand, but Harris succeeded in getting out a knife. With this he struck back at Merry.

"That will look all the worse for you when they come," said Merry, grimly. "You are putting yourself in a pretty bad place."

"Oh, I could kill you!" panted Harris. "You ruined my college career!"