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Standish, Burt L., [pseud.]

"Frank Merriwell's Reward"

I allow he will be glad to help me in this
thing, if he can. The trail looks to be so confoundedly tangled that a
bit of help in ciphering it out will be mighty welcome just now!"
He scowled as he crossed the campus and remembered the unpleasant
experience of the previous night. The tree in front of Durfee still bore
a large quantity of "fruit." The tab of Badger's shirt was there.
"Come over here and pick out your property!" shouted a student who was
standing in a group near the tree.
Badger strode on without a word, for he was in no humor for
pleasantries.
"Fruit!" squealed Danny Griswold.
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?" Bink Stubbs sang from his perch
on the fence.
"Going to hunt up those cats," said the Westerner, with sarcastic scorn.
"I hear their kittens squawling for them!"
Danny fell over against Bink.
"A joke from Badger!" he murmured. "Somebody fan me!"
"I'll fan you!" grunted Bink, who was not pleased with the Kansan's
retort, pushing Danny roughly from him.
"Do!" begged Danny. "That took my breath. What will happen next?"
Badger swung on at a swift, nervous pace, and mounted to Frank's room.
"Come in!" Frank sung out, as the Kansan's knuckles hammered on the
door.
He was rather surprised to see Badger at that hour.


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