"Oi want to see the mon thot hired me." He threatened to pull up, but Frank caught the whip and cracked it over the horses.
"What do you want ?" asked Merriwell.
"Oi want me pay." Now, Frank knew well enough that the driver had received his pay in advance, but he was beginning to suspect that the party that hired him had come to grief, and so he was for exacting an extra payment from the victors.
"Look here, driver," said Frank, sternly, "I want your number." "Pwhat fer ?" "In case it may appear later on that you have received money at two separate and distinct times for doing the same piece of work." "Get oop!" yelled the driver.

"It's ownly foolin' Oi wur." So the hack rolled on its way, with the happy freshmen smoking and singing, while the captive sophs ground their teeth and railed at the bitter luck.
Inside the hack Dismal Jones, most hideously bedaubed, was smoking a cigarette and brandishing a wooden tomahawk at the same time, while he sat astride of Bruce Browning, who was on the floor.
"This is a sad and solemn occasion, paleface," croaked Dismal.

"You have driven the noble red man from his ancestral halls, which were the dim aisles of the mighty forests; you have pushed him across the plains, and you have tried to crowd him off the earth into the Pacific Ocean.

Ugh! You have pursued him with deadly firearms and still more deadly fire water.

You have been relentless in your hatred and your greed.