"Don't be in a hurry, Pike! I've seen you through and through for some
time, and understand your little game of this evening."
Donald Pike walked on for a time peaceably enough, but he was only
watching for an opportunity to break away. Again he fancied the
opportunity had come. But no sooner did he start than Frank tripped him,
and he fell sprawling. Before he could get up, Frank's hand was on his
collar.
He made another fierce struggle as soon as he was on his feet, only to
discover that he was as helpless as a child in the hands of Frank
Merriwell. He had never dreamed that Merriwell was possessed of such
strength and skill.
The shadows were heavier at this point, and Merriwell kept a grip on
Pike's collar.
"See here, Pike!" he exclaimed. "If you try anything of that kind again
I shall simply knock you down. You are going with me, if I have to tie
and drag you. So you might as well come along quietly and save trouble."
"I shall have you arrested for this!" Pike blustered, now that whining
and begging and fighting had failed.
"Do! I think your friends would enjoy hearing the story of your
remarkable masquerade told in court. Go ahead with the proceedings,
Donald. Just now you are going with me, regardless of the after
consequences.
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