"It will make a fine ornament for my room," he laughed, as he placed it conspicuously over the mantel.
"Jove!" cried Danny Griswold. "You should be proud of it. You took it from Mason so quick that the fellow was dazed."
"That was the flittiest pring I ever saw—I mean the prettiest fling I ever saw," excitedly declared Rattleton. "How did you do it, Merry?"
"Oh, that was a simple trick," smiled Frank.
"It would have bumped the wind out of any other fellow, but it didn't seem to damage Mason much," observed Charlie Creighton.
"It was Diamond's little rap that damaged him," grunted Browning, who had again captured a couch.
"That was a corker!" broke forth Banny Robinson.
"A corker!" echoed Halliday. "I should guess yes! It dropped him in his tracks, and I saw the cops hammer him over the head with their clubs till they were tired without bringing him to his knees."
"I intended to lay him out when I struck him," said Jack, his eyes flashing. "I hit him on exactly the right spot."
"I'm sorry you did it, old man," said Creighton, soberly.