"I'll not trouble him here. But if we ever do come up against each
other, I'll hammer the life out of him!"
"I don't doubt you'd kill me if you could!" the Kansan sneered. "I
rather think you tried it the other day."
"What do you mean?" Bart demanded, again bristling. "Do you mean the
shell that blew up the gun?"
"It's strange you can guess so easy!" Badger insinuated.
"See here, Badger," said Frank, who had stepped between the
belligerents. "You insult me when you intimate that Bart knew anything
about that shell. That shell was slipped into my box by Morton Agnew. I
have discovered enough already to convince me of that. I saw him do
something to-day, too, which puts a big club into my hand!"
Badger's face changed, but he would not admit that he might be wrong in
laying the dastardly deed at the door of Bart Hodge.
"When you've got the proof, I'll look at it," he doubtingly remarked,
turning about.
"Oh, don't talk to him!" Hodge growled. "I wouldn't waste words on him."
"I'll hammer your face for this some day!" Badger panted, turning back.
"It's right here, ready for the hammering whenever you get ready to try
it!" Hodge snapped, and then moved away with Merriwell. Seeing that they
were heading toward the campus, the Westerner went now in a different
direction.
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