"Deviltry, more likely! How did you get in here?"
"No matter."
"Well, you'll pay dearly for that mirror!"
"You'll never make me pay for it, you can gamble on that!"
Now Harris made a furious struggle to break away, but Frank forced him back against some scenery and pinned him there.
"It's no use, you rascal!" came from Merry's lips. "You are caught this time, and you won't get away."
"Don't be so sure," panted Frank's enemy. "I have given you the slip more than once, and now——"
He uttered a strange cry, and, a moment later, Merriwell realized there was danger behind him; but he was prevented from turning, and, all at once, a pair of small, strong hands encircled his throat, the fingers crushing into the flesh.
Frank was in a bad scrape, as he instantly understood. Harris was not alone, and his companion had caught Merry unawares.
"Choke him! choke him!" hissed Sport, with a savage laugh of satisfaction. "Now we've got him!"