"Still, it seems that three of them ought to have crushed him into the ground."
"Not if he had any back at all. You could have stood up under it."
"Thanks!" said Harris, dryly. "I don't care to try."
"I know I could."
"But Merriwell carried them right along on his back."
"What of it?"
"Wasn't that something? He scarcely seemed to slacken his speed in the least, for all of their weight."
"Rot! They came upon him from behind, and when they leaped on him they hurled him forward still faster than he was going, if anything."
"It's a wonder they didn't hurl him forward on his face."
"Wonder—nothing! Are you stuck on that fellow?"