Merriwell, Frank (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Yale University -- Juvenile fiction
"I don't know. Never saw him before. I thought he was a thief who was
going through our clothes for watches and pocketbooks, so I made a jump
and went for him. Right at the corner of the lockers my foot slipped and
I went down full length. I could have helped myself from being hurt even
at that if it hadn't been that the floor was so thoroughly greased that
my hand slipped, and my whole weight came down on my right wrist. The
pain was fearful for a moment, and it don't feel very good yet. I saw
that it was a trick."
"Didn't the fellow get out?"
"No. I was bound that he should be caught somehow, and as there was too
much howling outside to make myself heard, I couldn't call for help. I
dragged myself to the door here, and if he had made any attempt to get
by I'd have held him if it killed me."
"He may have got out of a window."
"I think not, or I should have heard him."
"We'll find out about this," said Rowland, emphatically, "but meanwhile
the call is on for the tug of war with Princeton. Can you----"
The question was not completed, for Browning, with a wry face, held up
his right arm.
His wrist was swollen to almost twice its usual size.
"I couldn't pull a baby," he said, regretfully.
The fellows looked blue, and Hill groaned dismally.
"Rowland," said Frank, in a quick, decisive tone, "go back into the hall
and tell the committee of arrangements that our anchor is disabled, and
that we shall have to have five minutes to get our substitute in order."
"Who in thunder can you substitute?" asked Hill
"Rattleton."
"But he never trained as anchor."
"I'll put him on the rope."
"Who will be anchor, then?"
"I will."
"You!"
"Why not?"
"You're too light, Merriwell."
Frank shrugged his shoulders
"If you can think of anybody else in the college," he said, "who is
better qualified than I am to meet this emergency, bring him along."
"No, no!" exclaimed the others in chorus, "you're the man, Frank. This
is your event, and the team may win out with you after all."
"It isn't a question of winning out now," he responded, "but of taking
our part in the tournament. Go on, Rowland, and when you've spoken to
the committee, call for Rattleton, and have him come here in a hurry."
Rowland went away, and then Frank stepped over and lifted Browning into
a chair.
"One of you fellows," he said, "find somebody to get a physician. There
must be a hundred of them in the audience."
There were several other students not connected with the team about the
door at this time, and two or three of them started away at once.
"Now, then, Hill," said Frank, quietly, "let's see what we can do about
this rascal that has tried to disable us."
Hill nodded and stepped into the room.
"The rest of you fellows," said Frank, "stay at the door and don't let
anybody out."
"Look out for the greased spot," said Bruce, warningly.
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