Merriwell, Frank (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Yale University -- Juvenile fiction
"We had Miller here," he concluded, "so that we might punish him for
causing your death."
Frank listened very gravely.
"Well," he said, "the main thing is that I'm alive again. As for you,
Miller, you deserve to be hanged just as much as if you had succeeded in
what you tried to do, but I'm so much alive again that I'm inclined to
beg the boys to let you off."
"Oh, don't let them hurt me, Mr. Merriwell!" groaned Miller. "On my life
I didn't mean to do you any harm, and I'll never do anything wrong again
as long as I live."
"I think it's safe enough to take his word for that," said Frank,
turning to the others.
They looked a little doubtful, but Baker answered for them.
"Well, Merriwell is the most interested party, and what he says ought to
go. You may get out, Miller, but remember if there is ever any sign of
you attempting dirty work with a student again, we'll be after you, and
next time we won't give you any chance for a trial, either."
"I'll behave myself for the future, I will, so help me!" stammered
Miller, as he made for the open door.
After he had been seen well out of the building the students indulged in
an uproarious laugh at the success of their plan, and all declared that
it was a much better way of getting even with the cigar dealer than any
of the plans suggested by the other students.
They had another supper on the spot to celebrate the event, and they
were not surprised a day or two later to learn that Miller had disposed
of his cigar business and left New Haven forever.
CHAPTER XXV.
FRANK HAS A VISITOR.
After the affair with Miller matters went along quietly for some time
with Frank.
He turned to his studies with a will, paying particular attention to
mathematics, so that no complaint might be made against him by Prof.
Babbitt.
One day he was deep in a problem in geometry when there came a loud rap
on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and in walked Ben Halliday. Frank looked up in
surprise.
"Hello! Hally," he called.
"Hello! Merriwell," said the other, a trifle stiffly.
"What's the matter, old man? You are not usually in the habit of
knocking in that manner. Usually you walk in without being invited."
"Perhaps I have been a little too free in that respect," said Ben,
significantly.
"Free! Not at all. You know any of my friends are welcome here at any
time. This is Liberty Hall."
"That sounds all right, Merriwell," said Ben, remaining standing; "but,
if you mean it, why should you say I am too fresh and take too many
liberties?"
"I say so? Why, I never said anything of the sort Has any fellow
reported me as saying that?"
"I heard it."
Frank came to his feet instantly.
"Heard me say so?" he cried. "Is that what you mean, Hally?"
"No; I mean that I have heard you did say so."
Merriwell advanced and placed his hands on the shoulders of his visitor,
looking straight into Ben's eyes.
"Halliday," he said, slowly, "have I ever been anything but a friend to
you?"
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