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and Keeler."

      The train came to a dead stop.

      Frank escorted Isa from the car, carrying her traveling bag, which he gave to her when the station platform was reached.

      "Remember!" he breathed in her ear.

      Her hand touched his, she smiled into his eyes, whispering:

      "I will! Good-by."

      He lifted his hat, as she turned away.

      At that moment a youth came hurrying forward, lifted his hat, his face radiant, and accosted Isa:

      "Vida," he said, "I am here. You did not come when you said, but I have been watching for you."

      Frank staggered back.

      "Cæsar's ghost!" he palpitated. "Is it possible, or do my eyes deceive me? Can that be Bart Hodge, my schoolmate, chum, and comrade of Fardale? As I live, I believe it is! And he knows Miss Isban! What's the matter? She does not seem to know him!"

      The girl had drawn back, with an expression of alarm.

      "I think you have made a mistake, sir," she said, rather haughtily.

      "A mistake!" gasped the handsome youth, astonished and dismayed. "Why, you know me! There is no mistake."

      "But there is. I do not know you."

      "Vida, you say that? Why, I am——"

      "An impertinent young scoundrel!"

      Smack!—an open hand struck Bart Hodge on the cheek, sending him reeling. The blow was delivered by a large man, with a heavy black mustache and the manner and appearance of a "gentleman rowdy." His clothes were flashy, and he "sported" several large diamonds.

      Frank was not the boy to stand idle and see a friend struck. Without a word he made a leap for the big man. His fist was clinched, his arm shot out, and his knuckles took the fellow under the left ear.

      It was a beautiful knock-down blow. The man measured his length on the platform in an instant.

      "All aboard!"

      The train was about to start, the conductor was giving the signal.

      "Let it go," said Frank, quietly. "It is possible I had better stay here and see this matter through. Bart may need me."

      The train began to move.

      With a cry of dismay, the girl had knelt beside the fallen man.

      A bit dazed, Bart Hodge had faced around in time to see Frank strike that telling blow. Bart stared, almost doubting the evidence of his eyes.

      "Great guns!" he gasped.

      Then he sprang forward, his hand outstretched, shouting:

      "Frank Merriwell!"

      "Bart Hodge!"

      They shook hands, both laughing forth their delight.

      "You are a sight for sore eyes, old man!" cried Bart.

      "You're another!" flung back Frank.

      The man with the black mustache pushed away the girl and sat up, staring, in a dazed way, at the two boys.

      "Who struck me?" he asked.

      "I believe I had that pleasure," smiled Frank.

      "You? Did you knock me down? Why, you're a kid! I can kill you with one blow!"

      He got upon his feet, his face dark as a thundercloud.

      The girl caught him by the arm, crying, in distress:

      "Don't Paul—don't harm him! He has been kind to me on the train. I beg you not to hurt him!"

      This seemed to anger the man still more.

      "Kind to you, eh?" he snarled. "And the other one tried to flirt with you. I will——"

      His hand went round to his hip, and there was a mad, deadly gleam in his eyes. He looked murderous.

      Neither of the boys made a move to draw a weapon.

      "I wouldn't do it," said Frank, coolly. "I know this section of the country is called 'the wild and woolly West,' but it is not sufficiently wild and woolly to overlook a cold-blooded murder. If you take a fancy to shoot two boys you will be pretty sure to get yourself beautifully hanged."

      "Oh, I won't shoot!" growled the man, his hand dropping away from his hip. "But I will——"

      "Easy, there!" came sharply from the lips of a police officer. "Somebody is going to get yanked here."

      He forced his way through the crowd that had formed a circle about the principal actors on the scene.

      "Who is talking about shooting here?" he demanded. "Where is the man who carries concealed weapons?"

      "Come away, Paul," whispered the girl, pulling at the man's arm.

      "All right," he muttered—"all right, but there are other days. Those young whelps had better keep out of my way."

      "Disperse, here!" ordered the officer, commandingly, flourishing his stick. "Be lively about it, too."

      The crowd began to disperse.

      The big man turned away, and the girl took his arm. Bart Hodge took a step after them, but Frank caught hold of his arm, saying, sharply:

      "Easy, old boy! Let her go."

      "But——"

      "Are you looking for further trouble right here?"

      "No, but——"

      "Then mind me."

      "I suppose I'll have to, as you always were the boss. But I know that girl, and she refused to recognize me."

      "Well, what do you think you can do about it?"

      "I was going to demand an explanation, and——"

      "You would have received it—from the man who accompanies her."

      Frank drew Bart away, but the latter still grumbled.

      "If you understood it—if you knew, Frank. Why, I have chased across the continent to meet her, and then to have her cut me dead! It is terrible!"

      Frank smiled.

      "I should fancy it would seem a bit hard," he confessed. "But you may have made a mistake."

      "Not much!"

      "Still, it is possible you did, Bart—it is probable."

      "Probable! Get out! I——"

      "Wait a minute. It happens that I am slightly acquainted with the young lady."

      "You? She never mentioned you to me."

      "Still, I am slightly acquainted with her," smiled Frank, who knew well enough why she had never mentioned him. "I heard you call her Vida, and——"

      "That is her name—Vida Melburn."

      "It's just as I thought—you have mistaken this girl for some one else. The name of this young lady is Isa Isban."

      "Impossible!"

      "It is the truth. I traveled with her from Ogden, and she left me a moment before you observed her. Now, I know what I am talking about, and you are twisted, old boy."

      Bart smote his hands together, his dark eyes glowing.

      "I will not believe it yet; but, if it is true, there are two girls in the world who look exactly alike."

      "Come away from here," said Frank. "Where can we obtain something to eat? We can talk it over——"

      "Hold on, Frank. I believe those people are going to take the next train south, which leaves immediately."

      "That is right. Miss Isban is on her way to Carson."

      "Then I shall

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