CHAPTER IX.
THE DUEL.
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.