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from the place where we left our carriages!"

      "That's what it does, and it's the freshman yell," cried another. "Come on, fellows! If we don't get a move on we may have to walk back."

      They started on a run, but when they arrived at the place where the teams had been left not a team was there.

      The freshmen had captured the teams, drivers and all, together with the hack, and far along the road toward the city could be heard a cheering, singing crowd. As the disgusted and furious sophs stood and listened the singing and cheering grew fainter and fainter.

      "Fellows," said Chop Harding, "I am sorry to leave Yale, but I am certain to be hanged for murder. After this, whenever I see a freshman I shall kill him instantly."

      It was a doleful and weary crowd of sophs that came filing back into town and sneaked to their rooms that night.

      Of course the sophs would have given a great deal could they have kept the story quiet, but on the following morning it seemed that every student in the college knew all about it.

      The juniors laughed and chaffed the sophomores, who were sullen and sulky and who muttered much about getting even.

      The freshmen were jubilant. They were on top for the time, and they all knew they might not have long to crow, so they did all the crowing they could in a short time.

      And still nobody seemed to know just who was concerned in the affair, save that Merriwell and Browning must have been.

      When Browning was questioned he was so blankly ignorant of everything that it seemed as if he had slept through the whole affair. He had a way of turning every question off with another question, and it was soon discovered that no information could be obtained from him.

      Still it was passed from lip to lip that the great and nighty king had been found by the rescuers, stripped to his underclothes, and tied to a stake, while the smoke arose thickly around him and nearly choked him.

      Some one suggested that Browning's complexion seemed to have changed in a remarkable manner, and then the students fell to asking him if he really enjoyed a smoke.

      Browning seemed subdued; but those who knew him best were telling everybody to hold on and see what would happen.

      "This is just the beginning," they said.

      However, several days passed and still nothing occurred. It began to look as if the sophs had decided that they were outgeneraled and were willing to let the matter drop.

      Frank Merriwell was not deceived. He knew the sophs were keeping still in order to deceive the freshmen into a belief that there was no danger, and he continued to warn all his friends to "watch out."

      In the meantime Diamond had recovered and was in evidence among the freshmen. It was said that he went down to Billy's, a favorite freshman resort, and spent money liberally there almost every night.

      The result of this soon became apparent. Diamond was surrounded by a crowd of hangers-on who seemed to regard him as a leader. He was working for popularity, and he was obtaining it in a certain way.

      Now, Frank Merriwell was no less generous than Jack Diamond, but he would not drink liquor of any kind—he would not touch beer. It did not take him long to discover that this peculiarity caused many of the students to regard him with scorn. He was called the Good Templar and was often derisively addressed as Worthy Chief.

      The very ones who were first to apply the name in derision afterward came to call him Worthy Chief in sincere admiration.

      Frank went around to Billy's occasionally, and although he would not drink, he treated frequently, paying for anything his companions wanted to take, from beer to champagne.

      One evening Frank, Harry and Dismal Jones went into Billy's and found Diamond and a large crowd there. Jack had been drinking something stronger than lemonade, and he was holding forth to a crowd of eager listeners.

      One look at Diamond's flushed face did Merriwell take, and then he knew the fellow was open for anything. The high color in the cheeks of the Virginian was a danger signal.

      Merriwell and his two friends ordered drinks, Frank taking ginger ale. Harry and Jones lighted cigarettes.

      Frank examined the pictures around the walls. There were ballet dancers who were standing on one toe, famous trotters, painted pictures of celebrated fighting cocks, hunters in red coats leaping five-barred fences, and so forth.

      As he looked over the pictures he became aware that Diamond was saying something that was intended for his ears.

      "Southerners never fight with their fists," the Virginian declared. "They consider it brutal and beastly, and so they do not learn the so-called 'art.' They are able to fight with some other weapons, though. There is a man in this college who is trying to be a high cock of the walk, but he will never succeed till he shows his right by meeting me face to face with weapons of which I have knowledge. I have met him with his weapons, and if he is not a coward he will give me a show. But I think he is a coward and a sneak, and I—"

      That was more than Frank could stand. He did not pause to think that Diamond had been drinking and was utterly reckless, but he whirled and advanced till he stood squarely in front of the Virginian.

      "I presume, Mr. Diamond, that you are referring to me," he said, coldly and steadily, although he could feel the hot blood leaping in his veins.

      Diamond looked up insolently, inhaled a whiff of his cigarette, and then deliberately blew the smoke toward Frank.

      "Yes, sir," he said, "I presume I did refer to you. What are you going to do about it?"

      "You called me a coward and a sneak."

      "Exactly, sir."

      "If I had not already left the marks of my knuckles on you I would slap your face. As it is, I will simply—pull your nose!"

      And Frank did so, giving Diamond's nose a sharp tweak.

      Up to his feet leaped the Virginian, his face white with wrath. He picked up a glass of champagne as he arose, and then he dashed it into Frank's face.

      In a twinkling friends were between them, keeping them apart.

      CHAPTER IX.

       THE DUEL.

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      Merriwell smiled and wiped the champagne from his face with a white silk handkerchief. The proprietor bustled in and threatened. Diamond quivered with excitement.

      "There will be no further trouble here," calmly said Frank. "This matter must be settled between us—I could see that plainly enough. It wan just as well to bring it to a head at once."

      "Lunder and thightning—I mean thunder and lightning!" panted Rattleton. "He won't fight you again with his fists."

      "I do not expect him to."

      "You'll have to fight with rapiers, sure!" said another.

      "Merriwell, you're a fool!"

      "Thank you."

      "You have fallen into his trap. He was making that talk to drive you to do just what you did."

      "Well, he may congratulate himself on his success."

      "Blamed if I understand you! You seem cool enough, and still you act as if you actually meant to meet him with deadly weapons."

      "I shall meet him with any kind of weapons he may name."

      Roll Ditson came forward.

      "Of course you understand that I have no feeling, Merry, old man," he said; "but Diamond has chosen me as his second once more, and so I can't refuse to serve him. It is a most unfortunate affair, but he insists that you fight him with rapiers."

      "Very well; I agree to that. Arrange the time and

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