Frank Merriwell, Junior's, Golden Trail; Or, The Fugitive Professor

on his whole body. Under his clear, white skin the muscles tensed and flowed, as he crouched, and approached and retreated warily, looking for an openi

admirable though they were. If Blunt's appearance suggested excellence, young Frank's spelled perfection. Even the cowboys, Blunt's partisans, could not re

. Barzy!" called Aaron Lloyd. "Fl

e ole Bar Z, Barzy!"

, pard!" cried

d which Merry did not fancy, and he slipped out of his grasp. On the marble whiteness of

n. "Ye left the mark of yer claws on hi

d snapped, him over for a quick "flop." Merry, however, broke the hold as he went down,

believed that Barzy Blunt was showing

ying out his adversary and calmly studying

is strength on what might be termed nonessentials. In wrestling, no more strength s

ed, and Merry was satisfied. From this, after a minute of squirming and twisting, Merry slipped to an arm-and-ne

Clancy orde

," said Merry, "I

tely around his neck, clung like a leech to his left elbow, twisted on his toes, bent his knees, and heaved upward. Blunt was lifted clear of the groun

ang out Clancy. "He's a chip of th

ld, mirthless smile, and, like a ba

Blunt, gave him the initial advantage. A minute, or a minute and a half of fierce, s

n him over. Merry, however, was like a rock, and all the cowboy's efforts fail

hat supposed yielding was a sorry disappointment to the cowboy. Somehow, Merry regained his feet; then, in a flash, Merry's right arm had Blunt's head in

ubbing a dazed hand across his forehead. "T

ls did he do it?" murmure

the wrestle!" exc

cy crisply. "Two straight for

ttle hard, hurried to

u, did I?" he a

smiling wrathfully, and his je

lebone, and it isn't in you to hurt me. Confound you, I'll get

Blunt. I won this set-to in a couple of straight falls.

s head. Harrison rushed to the horses and returned with a

spar-" he began, but

s bought and paid for the information abo

t in Lloyd. "Come across, or

d for a while at McGurvin's. While we were watering the bronks, I looked up and s

!" gulped Cl

demanded Merry,

at what I didn't know wouldn't bother me. It was none of my put-in, and so I let it go at that

cy turned thei

gainst the front of the Red Light, at the time, a-readin' a letter, an' I couldn't help hear a little of what them two said. 'Sam'll put down a hole an' blow out a bag o' samples,' says Porter, 'an' bring 'em round about to Mac's. Turkeyfoot'll take the perfesser on

een the professor at the window," interpolated Bl

There's a scheme on to rob Bo

ay," said Llo

g of samples and take it to McGurvin's

sa

leaky bag and dropped this t

ut o' Gold Hill a wa

lace long enough to give Sam time to do his blasting and make off with the samples. Then the professor and Turkeyfoot went to the claim, got the professor's goods, and we

nip the affair in the bud. Mac is on the side of the opposition, and so is Sam, and Turkeyfoot, and the flashily dressed juniper. That makes four, Merriwe

emarked Frank, puzzled. "There wasn't

ul, and you none the wiser. McGurvin's so crooked he can't walk ar

k eyes bega

McGurvin, and all the rest who are wo

t la

o at that. Climb aboard your chug bikes, and we'll mount and hurry along with you. We

out of the plot against Borrodaile, would soon be at hand. Without further delay he got into his clothes; the