"Once you tried to ruin my right arm by injecting into it a preparation
that would produce atrophy of the muscles. I can produce evidence of
that, too!"
"It's a lie!" Agnew finally gasped. "There is not a word of truth in
these accusations!"
"I have been accumulating evidence against you for some time. You have
struck at me and at my friends time and again. It is my time to strike
now, and I shall strike hard."
The dangerous smile which friends and enemies alike had come to know so
well rested on Merriwell's face. Agnew had seen it there before, and the
sight of it made him shiver.
"Badger used that shell--or one of the shells, and only chance saved him
from being killed or maimed for life. Not satisfied with that, you
struck at him to-day again."
"You're crazy, Merriwell! There is not a word of truth in any of these
things. You have fancied them all, and, because you do not like me, you
are determined to ruin me."
"You have ruined yourself, Agnew. I have given you chance after chance
to reform and change about. You get worse. You are a disgrace to
humanity, to say nothing of Yale College. You struck at Badger to-day,
as I said.
"I know all about it. Professor Barton fancies that he caught Badger
cribbing in to-day's examination.
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