"But you escaped with your life," said Harris.
"Because I took that cane with the loaded end. If it hadn't been for that the infernal dog would have eaten me. I hit him an awful blow. It would have killed any other dog."
"Well," said Harlow, "we'll strike a different kind of a blow directly—one that will do more than lay out a dog."
CHAPTER VIII.
TAKING CHANCES.
It was the day of the spring races at Mystic Park, and Bethany was filled with strangers. Horsemen, sporting men, sightseers, touts, race-track gamblers, women in gay attire, and all the different kinds of persons usually seen at a country horse race in the State of Connecticut were on hand.
A number of Yale lads had come up to Bethany to attend the races. The most of them were friends of Frank Merriwell. Some of his enemies were there, also.
Frank had brought Nemo up himself, and he scarcely slept the night before the races. He felt that there was danger in the air.