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To keep food waste soft and moving, many doctors recom mend Nujol—because of its REGULAR AS CLOCK- WORK INSIST ON GENUINE NUJOL GUIDE BOOK to GOOD VALUES ite A ET wa Tt i ing you ea 2 i ay B Ing, 0 By The Original © Gilbert Patten WNU Service SYNOPSIS When Bart Hodge, a vain youth of sixteen, alights from a train at Fardale, he stumbles over a half-blind dog and in a rage kicks the animal. The dog's owner, Tad Jones, a small, shabby boy who supports his wid. owed mother, denounces him. This nettles Bart and he slaps Tad. Frank Merriwell, an orphan of Hodge's age, prevents him trom further molesting Tad. Although the two do not come to blaws, Hodge sneeringly says they will have to settle their differ. Fardale to attend Fardale academy. While John Snodd, about his baggage, Merriwell, start walking to Snodd's place. Presently They become good friends Merriwell offers to help Mulloy get into one of the academy dormitories by appeal: they leave the house that evening Hodge is talking to Inza Burrage, a friend of Belinda Snodd. Later they meet Tad, who now has another dog. That night Bart Hodge crashes a party given by Belinda Snodd. Hodge sings and the lovely Inza Burrage plays the plano When Merriwell, seated on the porch with Mulloy, sings a comic song, Hodge rushes out, accusing him of insulting Inza She steps between them, telling Hodge that Mer- riwell is too cheap to deserve his notice. CHAPTER II—Continued fe Burrage! The name gave Frank a Barney had told him, let it sink added: ‘“‘Bascomb’'s a big shot on the football team. We were in high Walt's sister—I be- lieve you've seen her—fixed it up for him to show me around. He's a swell guy.” He was enjoying himself mightily, for he felt that he was rubbing it in. That was something he always found pleasure in doing. Mulloy's face was the color of a beet. He bit his tongue to make it behave. “You're Hodge lucky to have such said Merry. telling me!” Bart's “It puts me in right. They showed me all over the place, and it's some school, take it from me. I've tried a couple others, but I know I'm going to “Are you “But you didn’t like the others?” “They were punk. This one’s fine. it's jammed to over- Then Hodge unlimbered “Burrage says a lot of late applicants were turned down simply because there was no room for them in the dorms and limit.” Barney swallowed He said: “But if it's crowded, me lad, where will they put us?” “Oh, you?" said Bart malicious- ly. “I should worry. But I've been to see the dean, and he says he'll slip me in somewhere. You see, he received a few letters about me, signed by persons of importance. They settled it.” The Irish boy shot Merriwell a turbed aspect. Hodge seemed to be This was something Bart noticed He let go a full battery “The fact is, Irish,” he said with “l guess both you and Merriwell are going to find your- He was laughing insolently now, and Barney quickly thrust his hands into his pockets to make it a around carelessly. Frank's level gaze was steadily on the mocking face of his enemy. He smiled just a trifle, but it was a smile of faint scorn Words could not “You put yourself in Dutch when you insulted Inza Burrage last with her, and I'd knocked your block off if she hadn't stopped me. But she was right; you're too cheap to notice. Still if you want to pick it up-"" “You know I won't pick it up here, Hodge,” said Frank. “We're where anybody around the academy can see us, and Mulloy is with me. You'd like to have me loge my head and make a pass at you, for then you could claim I attacked you—with Barney backing me up. Two to one against you. Not so good for me.” “Aw, you'd crawl anywhere. You're a big four-flusher, Merri. well. You make a big bluff when you feel sure you won't be called.” Bart got control of himself, shrugged his square shoulders, and quickly at his wrist watch @s if he had just thought of some- thing. “I've been wasting time on you two punks,” he said, “when I've got a heavy date and am late al- ready.” He half turned away and then swung back again. “You'll no- tice that neither of you got an invita- tion to a little picnic Miss Bur- rage is throwing in Snodd’s grove today,”’ was his parting shot. They watched him leave the high- way and go hurrying off toward a distant grove on John Snodd’'s land. Mulloy heaved a sigh and took his hands out of his pockets. They were still clenched, and he was white around the gills. “If you hadn't warned me, Frank- ie,'”” he confessed, "I'd never been able to keep myself from wringing that bird's neck.” Frank's smile was thin. “Don’t think,” he replied, ‘‘that I didn’t have some nervous impulses of my own. That stuff was hard to take without getting off balance and making a miscue.” They went back toward Snodd’s farm house, talking it over. What Hodge had said about the crowded condition of the school had reawak- ened Mulloy's fears in full force. He was sure, also, that the vindic- tive fellow would do anything he could to prevent both Frank and himself from getting into the acad- emy. “But what can he do, Barney?" “He can lie like a trooper.” “But I don’t believe troopers al- ways get away with it. Hodge won't either. Don't forget we've got Pro- “You Know I Won't Pick It Up Here, Hodge,” Said Frank. job, too. It'll be our turn to laugh later.” The sound of running feet caused them to look up. Tad Jones was coming down the road as fast as he could travel on his short legs, and he seemed to be ready to burst with excitement. When he reached therm he was panting so hard that he could hardly speak. “My dog!” he gasped. dog!" “What's the matter?” Frank asked. ‘“What's happened to him, Tad?” “Oh, he--he's run away!” “Well,” said Barney, ‘if he stayed away it's no great loss you'll suf- fer, my lad.” “But he's sick. He was just aw- ful sick this mornin’—sicker’n he was last night. His eyes was all red 'nd he was growlin' so hard 'nd lookin’ so funny that I got scairt of him. So I let him outdoors 'nd he run away. Now I'm tryin’ to find him. You ain't seen him, have you, Frank?" “No, Tad. But why are you look- ing for him over here?” “Why, I met a man that told me he saw him comin’ this way on this very road. I just gotter find him before anything happens.” “Saints preserve us!" gulped Bar- ney. “I'm going to shut myself up in Snodd’s cellar.” ““This is serious, Barney,” said Frank. “The man who gave Tad that dog should have known better. I don’t see why he did it.” “But I'll tell you,” said Tad Jones quickly. “I'll tell you "bout that, Frank. He done it ‘cause I was all busted up over my old Shag that that feller Hodge killed. He's a neighbor to us, Silas Gleason is. He helped me bury my poor old Shag out back of our house, 'nd I was cryin’ nd couldn't help it, I felt so bad.” The distressed boy choked a little, and went on: “He said maybe Hodge didn’t mean to run over Shag with Mr. Snodd’s truck, but I said he done it on purpose. ’'Nd then I told him how Hodge kicked Shag at the railroad deepoe 'nd give me “My new 'nd that made Mr. Gleason mad as a hornet.” “And so,’ said Mulloy, "he gave you a hyena to comfort ye. It was a thoughtful kindness!" “But Tige ain't no hyeney!" cried Tad. “He was always comin’ over better there than he did round his own home, so that Mr. Gleason used to have to come 'nd take him away. 'Nd so when I was feelin’ so bad over losin’ Shag Mr. Gleason up and said I could have Tige to take his place.” “Without mentioning the expense of feeding him, maybe,” Barney murmured under his breath. “Didn't you tell us last night that Gleason said there was something wrong with that dog, Tad?” asked Merry. “Why, he said Tige wasn’t feel- in’ very well, Frank. He said he'd prob'ly ett somethin’ he shouldn't of ett, but he was sure he'd be all right in a day or two. That's all's the matter with him, Frank. I know it is.” “Well, I hope you're right.” “Oh, 1 ba. 3ut the way he's actin’, other folks wouldn't under- stand it 'nd they might do some- thin’ to him. That's why I gotter hunt him up quick as I can. I been wastin' time. Gotter rush.” “Wait a minute, Tad,” called Merry as the anxious boy was start- ing away. *‘Can’t stop no longer,” Tad flung over his shoulder. He went scudding down the road, with Frank and Barney gazing after him doubtfully. “I still think Gleason had no right to give a dog like that to that kid,” said Merriwell. ‘‘He was cuckoo,” said Mulloy. “What'll we do about it?" “The authorities ought to be noti- fled." “Now you've said it.” *“The quickest way is to telephone. Let's find Mr. Snodd."” They saw the farmer enter the house by the kitchen door as they turned into the yard. The telephone was located in the kitchen, and they went round that way. The door was standing open. The tele- phone bell rang sharply before they reached the steps, and Snodd an- swered it, “What'd you say?’ they heard him ask. “The wire's buzzing so 1 didn't catch it. Say it again.” Then, after a moment's pause, he cried: “Jerusalem crickets! A mad dog running loose? Which way did you say he went?” A fear that had been lurking like a black panther in the back of Frank's mind leaped forward now. He gripped Mulloy's wrist. “It's Tad's dog, Barney!" he said. “You didn't have to tell me that,” said Barney. They went into the house. Mrs. Snodd, flushed from cooking over a hot stove, stood in the middle at her husband's back as he lis- tened at the telephone daughter she was as plump as a dumpling. A carving knife she had just picked up began to tremble in her hand. Snodd was excited. “What's that?" he barked into the mouth- piece. ‘“The critter was making for Birch grove. My soul and body! My daughter's over there with some other girls, having a picnic.” He slammed the receiver on the hook and turned a white face toward his wife. “Where's my gun, Mariah?” he shouted. She dropped clattering on the floor, and wrung her hands. *“I don’t know, John. It must be in the closet where you always keep it. Oh, them poor girls!” Merriwell snatched up the knife. “Come on, Mulloy,” he said. “It's our move." Barney was at his heels as he shot out through the door. “It's a short cut we can make across the fields, Frank,” he cried. They cleared the top rail of the fence at the side of the yard, one after the other, like frightened deer. Away they sped toward the grove for which Bart Hodge had headed when he left them. “What do you think you can do against a mad dog with that knife, Merry?'' panted the Irish boy. “It's better than nothing,’’ Frank flung back over his shoulder. Mulloy had a notion that he could run, but he found himself losing ground before they had covered half the distance to the grove. He was doing his utmost and Merriwell was steadily pulling away from him. The fellow was doing it like a sprinter making a dash or a race horse in the stretch. Not until he was at the edge of the grove did Frank slow down. The underbrush and smaller trees had been cleared away, making the grove a pleasant place for a pic- nic. Almost at once he caught a glimpse of the girls, not far away. Not to frighten them too much, he ceased to run and walked forward swiftly. Hodge was there. His coat was off and his sleeves were rolled up, as if had been working. He had fine, muscular arms. At the moment he was posing for Inza Bur- rage to snap his picture with her camera. Seven other girls were looking on. All were laughin “The noble son of toil,” said Bart, flexing his arms and making his muscles bulge. ‘‘Shoot him.” “That's not a bad suggestion,” said Frank, approaching. Hodge jerked round and stared at him. “Why, if it isn't Mr. Merri- well!” he exclaimed. ‘“‘An uninvit- ed visitor.” Merry paid no attention to the look of surprise and distaste that Inza gave him. “I regret having to spoil such a jolly party,” he said, “but Mr. Snodd wants everybody here to come back to the house—at once." “Oh, yeah?" cried Bart derisive- ly. “Can't you think of a better one than that, boob?” Now Barney came crashing to- ward them. ‘“‘Be after getting out of here!” he shouted breathlessly. “There's an ugly dog running loose and he was seen coming this way." Hodge laughed mockingly. “Talk about cheap tricks!” he jeered. ““This one takes the blue ribbon.” Inza put up her hand. ‘Be still!” she said. ‘1 thought I heard a call. i" he Listen! From not very far away came the voice of Tad Jones, crying in ter- ror: ““Mad dog! Run, everybody! Run! Mad dog! Mad dog!” CHAPTER III That cry of terror from Tad Jones caused the girls to utter little gasps and squeals of alarm. They hud- dled together like a flock of fright- But Bart Hodge was too smart to be fooled, even by that. He didn't cast a glance toward the part of the grove from which the cry had his face. “So you've even got that ragged little shrimp to help you pull off another of your bum tricks, Merri- he snarled. “As a joker Frank wasted no more attention on Hodge. In strong contrast to Bart's, his face was tense and gray. “Get these girls away from here instantly, Mulloy,” he said in a voice that was far from steady. “See that they go, too.” Even as he spoke he saw the creature coming, a tawny, leaping amid the trees. A moment his heart had seemed to be crouching in his breast, as still as a cat at the hole of a mouse. Now it jumped. (TO BE CONTINUED) When some giant bats with a wing- spread of a yard arrived from Trini- dad at the London zoo some London papers hailed them as “vampires,” and with the aid of more or less trustworthy treatises expatiated on their sanguinary habits. 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