"I fancy I will find a way to get plenty of sport out of this business.

You know those two old horse-pistols that are hung up for relics in the armory ?" "Yis." "Go for them yourself, or send somebody who can get them immediately." "Pwhat do yez want wid thim ?" "I will show you, if I can make my scheme work." "Oi belave Oi know," chuckled the fun-loving Irish lad.

"Mursha! Won't thot be fun, Oi dunno! Oi'll hiv thim roight away," and off he darted.
As Frank expected, he found Ephraim once more surrounded by a mob who were having sport at his expense.

Fortunately for Merriwell's scheme, the country boy was rather angry, and felt more like fighting than doing anything else.
"Mr.Gallup," said Frank, as he forced his way through the throng and confronted the Vermonter, "I am here in behalf of a friend whom you have sorely insulted." "Git aout with yer nonsense!" retorted Ephraim.

"I wish you'd quit yer foolin' an' let a feller alone." "You will discover this is not fooling, sir," said Frank, sternly.