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Frank Merriwell's Nobility; Or, The Tragedy of the Ocean Tramp

Chapter 9 IN IRONS.

Word Count: 1102    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

the engineer,

ked the engineer's as

ed the engineer. "You said you did

id n

ay this is

es

o you

now

u d

es

seen him

s is not the first time he has tried to kill or injure me. He has made the att

engineer, grimly, "he shal

istant

say, Hackett?" dem

r saw this chap before he came into the engine-

as to say," said the eng

ow has to say, but his

no

e than mine

at is hi

he is a gambler and a crook. I'll guarantee

We needed a man, and he applied for any kind of a job. Found he had w

time he must have thought I was going by one of the regular liners; but it is plain he followed me up pretty close and found I was going over this way. As there is no second-class passage on thi

ll go pretty hard with Mr. Harr

oke from the lip

one can swear I attacked this fello

I saw the whole business. By the light from the furnaces

ngineer. "You'll make the rest of

ng to iron me for!" shouted

riwell with the fierce

assault, and, for the moment

rod was playing up and down, moved by a steel bar that weighed many tons. Harris

cceeded, so swift and

was to fling him into the machinery, and he br

engineer and his assistant. They sprang

old of his enemy, forced him back and struck him a

arris, his hands clenc

strike you when you are down, and I'd give

led, and he stood in awe of Frank's terrible fists. He looked up at th

riwell bear a

, perhaps, the young rascal began to believe that it was not poss

eld him, the former swearing savagely. They dragged

e moment, at least, h

just what occurred. Of course the captain of the steamer was t

e story of what had taken place. His face was hard and grim. He asked Frank a f

aptain, "I am very sorry th

way to blame. The fellow shipped with the intention

d the master. "He'll not get out of

lent. Frank spoke to him

that I arm sorry for you, for, by your persistent attacks on me, you hav

metime, and I'll not forget you, Frank Merriwell! All the years I am behind the bars will but add to the

etween two stout men, his

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