The Boys of Bellwood School; Or, Frank Jordan's Triumph

rank, looking Bob over in

b Upton obstinately. "I

orted Frank sim

in the face of his companion a set purpose,

served, "for speaking your mind right out

I?" dema

onvince you that your s

ee," mut

e thinking things out wrong. In the second place, I'v

it? I did

going to fill my contract, if I ha

en," retorted Bob Upton.

ob," said Frank evenly. "I

none," fla

ou two minutes to

onent with a pleasant smile. Bob Upton with scowling brows dug his

k, stepping after him an

, be a goo

et me

sha

ly built, but he was no match for Frank. The

ave up the fight and Frank released him. Then he stood patiently

whipped off both shoes, flinging them into the creek, his cap after them, stripped his

every stitch of clothes on me to tatters and I'll

His settled will showe

you want to be handled like a wild

dently used in securing some water craft. Seizing this, Frank made a leap back to his stubborn companion, jumped squarely astride of him, and snatching his knife from his pocket, c

u easily that w

tle current to the rivulet, and he soon fished out the floating coat and cap. One of

Bob," he remarked, "but you'll think

ealized that he had found his master. The mute misery and helplessness in his eye

on, "while these articles are drying, better listen a bit to

face away, his

riends. I never had any. I wish I could die and

ked, if you mean it. I'd like to know what's the m

. Many a night I've crawled up to bed so tired and sore I could hardly get there, to have those fellows torment me or kick and cuff me because I wouldn't sneak down into the cell

d cried bitterly. Frank

hey've cowed you down and have nearly broken your spirit. All right. Show them that you're going to make something of yourself, a

on livened up and then braced up. N

last. "I hope it isn't like the spurts Jeff Upton used

with me till you learn the ropes and unlearn all the bitterness those relations of yours

ng how measly mean I can be, is a brick. Just wait. When the time comes

good deal of a martyr, Bob Upton, and-there's your chance

r the coat spread out on the grass while they conversed. A clatter and wild shouts had suddenly pierced the air, and whi

r seat, clinging frantically to one another and swung dangerou

o the river to obstruct the runaway's progress when it reached that point. Bob, however, who knew all about horses from his farm experience, had made a rush on a sh

f space of time. He had to catch at saplings and bushes to make the ascent. He was so far in advance of our hero that, while Frank

ng or stopping the runaway team-anything to keep the spirited h

on the incline. Bearing this before him, Bob ran

on the carriage pole. The horses reared and tried to turn. Quick as lightning Bob grabbed a bit strap in e

and breathless, came r

eached

hitched again! Boy, you shall have my month's wages-

d Bob. "The horses are r

at the m

th one foot. As the driver gained the front seat and held the tea

em," he explained, holdi

your name? I want to se

," responded Bob. "Glad

ck rein your horses will

the distinction he deserved. "Bob," he added, as the restive team proceeded on

e flushed at Frank's honest compliment. "I've had a wild stallio

ife, Bob; you can't deny that," said Frank

ig hall of learning on the hill, Frank Jordan and Robert