Diamond shouted the words.
Cries of horror broke from the lips of the other spectators of the scene, but, strangely enough, none of them made a move to prevent Merriwell from carrying out his apparent purpose.
If Merriwell flung Yates from the train the unfortunate lad who had aroused Frank's wrath must be instantly killed.
At first, when he had felt himself clutched, Yates had struggled, but, to his amazement, he seemed like a child in the grasp of the infuriated athlete.
As Frank reached the platform and poised Yates aloft, the latter seemed to realize his peril, and fear robbed him of nerve and strength. He was limp and helpless in Merriwell's grasp.
And then, almost as quickly as Frank had caught the lad up, he lowered him to his feet.
Again Merriwell laughed, but this time there really seemed to be something of amusement in the sound.
"If I had dropped you off, Mr. Yates, you must have been injured," he said, and his voice was soft and gentle.
Yates gasped.