And I warn you not to throw away any shots!"
They were near the excited crowd.
"All right, Buckrum!" Merriwell answered. "I'll try you, if you're so
anxious!"
"We'll buy shells here. And that gun----"
"Perhaps you think there was something the matter with the gun?"
"Oh, I'll buy you another gun!" growled Badger.
Frank flushed.
"The impudence of the fellow!" grunted Browning, who overheard the
remark. Hodge, who was standing near Browning, heard it, too.
"I wish you'd hit him, Merry!" he panted.
"No doubt you'd like to do that," said Badger. "But I'd advise you not
to try."
"Mr. Badger and I are going to shoot at ten double birds," said Frank,
pretending not to notice these things. "I will use your gun, Bart."
"And Badger may use mine," said a sophomore, who was one of Badger's
friends, and had been one of Merriwell's enemies. "But for goodness
sake, don't use any more dynamite shells!"
Merriwell saw that Morton Agnew had come up and was looking earnestly at
Badger and at the ruined gun.
"I wonder that Badger doesn't remember that you slipped a 'fixed'
cartridge into a gun for him once," was Frank's thought. "You are at the
bottom of this, and your villainy has gone far enough. When I come to
strike you I shall strike hard!"
The shattered gun still furnished attraction for many, and Agnew pushed
forward to get a close look at it, and to ask questions.
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