Frank Merriwell's Limit
THE OPPORTUNITY COMES.
The girls were Stella Stanley and Winnie Lee. Frank had paused to
speak with them.
"Oh, dear!" laughed Winnie, looking after Rattles' fleeing
figure. "The poor fellow! But what a funny place for him to carry his
soiled linen in! Why do you suppose he did it?"
"Got hard up for collars and cuffs," explained Merry, "and
decided to hustle them out to a laundry. Didn't want to be seen carrying
a bundle, so he tucked them into his hat. Forgot he had the stuff there,
and you witnessed the result. He'll not get over it for a week. Poor
"I wanted to see you," said Winnie.
"Did you? Am I such a sight, then?"
"No; don't flatter yourself. It's not about you. It's about Mr.
"Oh, dear me!" Frank laughed. "How disappointed I am!"
"Oh, yes! And you have two girls who are all gone on you."
"Those are not all," laughed Stella Stanley. "We had to guard him
the season he was on the road to keep the girls from stealing him. They
all wanted him."
"Now you are putting it on thick!" said Frank. "I protest! But
what about Mr. Badger?"
"He-he called last night," said Winnie.
"Did he?" smiled Frank. "Is it a quarrel, or a wedding?"
"Neither. But he told me all about the talk he had with you in
your room and about Mr. Hodge coming in."
"Ah! Told his side of it, I presume."
"I believe he told me the truth."
"Oh, yes, of course. Haven't a doubt of it. Go on."
"He said that he was more than willing to let bygones be bygones
as far as you are concerned, but that others will not let him alone. He
says Hodge has sneered about him, and other men have insulted him to his
"My dear Miss Lee, let me tell you that Buck Badger is easily
insulted. He is worse than Jack Diamond, if possible. Sometimes he seems
waiting for somebody to say something that he can construe as an
"Oh, but I'm sure he is not that way now!" exclaimed Winnie, in
distress, "All he wants is to be let alone. If the fellows will
let him alone, he will not bother them."
"Without doubt he thinks so when he is with you, but there are
other times, you know."
"But won't you help and encourage him-please! He needs help. He
must have it. You have helped so many fellows."
Frank shook his head soberly.
"I'd be glad enough to do it, Miss Lee; but Mr. Badger is one who
will receive nothing of the sort from me."
Winnie was sorry. She had hoped that Badger and Merry would
become friends, and, after the dawn party, she had believed her desire
was to be realized.
They talked about it there on the street for some little time,
but Winnie was not fully satisfied when they parted.
When Frank returned to the college grounds he saw a gathering of
front of Durfee. Coming nearer, he saw something of an
exciting nature was taking place. He quickened his steps and made his
way into the throng, hearing the voice of Badger.
"You're another one of Merriwell's adorers," the Westerner was
"You're always ready to lick his hand, like a whipped pup. I've
heard that you were his enemy to start with, but that he gave you a good
licking, and you've been crawling round after him ever since. Ha! Ha!
Frank knew well enough to whom the words were spoken. He felt
that Bart Hodge's time had come.
"You're a liar by the clock if you say I crawl round after any
one!" was the hot retort, in the voice of Hodge.
Two blows, a writhing mob, and then Merriwell was in their midst.
"Stop!" cried Frank, thrusting them apart. "Not here!"
"Not here!" cried others.
"Anywhere!" panted Hodge.
"Steady," whispered Frank in his ear. "You have what you want,
now keep your head."
It was remarkable how swiftly the hot-blooded fellow calmed down.
"Mr. Badger," rang Bart's voice, like the clang of iron, "you
struck me, sir!"
"I did, I reckon," flung back the Kansan, "You bear the mark on
"I demand satisfaction!"
"All you want!"
"Name time and place."
"To-night at Crocker's."
"Bare fists-bare fists!" panted Bart, a greedy glitter in his
"Oh, all right," said Badger, off-hand. "I was trying to spare
you a little disfigurement, that's all."
"Don't worry about me. You'll have all you want, I promise you
"Is it settled?" asked Frank.
There were those who were astonish that Merriwell made no move to
interfere. Of course he knew how Hodge had been handled on the former
occasion when he went against Badger, and so it seemed strange that he
was willing to permit such a close friend to be thrashed again by the
Ten minutes later Bart was walking up and down Merry's room, his
dark face gleaming with a look of satisfaction.
"Got him!" he cried. "He brought it on himself, too."
"Tell me," urged Frank, sitting down.
"Not much to tell. Have been keeping watch on him. Knew he could
not keep his month closed forever. Saw him in the crowd by the fence.
Mingled in just in little to hear him giving our whole set a going over.
Then I chipped, and he hit me. But I got back at him, and I'll bet he
carried my mark."
All Hodge's fighting blood was up, and he paced the room like a
"What a beast you are!" said Frank, half admiringly. "You love to
"I enjoy it when it's a fellow like Badger."
"Now, Hodge, you must remember all I have taught you."
"Keep in your head every moment that you are to play for his weak
"And knock him out-knock him out!"
Bart was confident, and he was fairly palpitating for the time to
come. Frank sprang up and got down the gloves once more.
"Put them on," he directed, giving a pair to Bart. "I want to see
how you can spar when you are excited in this manner."
Bart put them on, and they were at it directly. Hodge seemed to
fancy that he
was facing Badger, and he gave Frank a good hot scrimmage for
a few moments.
"Go at him that way to-night, with the same dash and coolness,
and you'll put him out in the end," declared Frank. "But don't wind
yourself. Keep that it mind. He may play to wind you-."
"You'll be there," said Bart. "If you see I am hitting it up too
hard, pull me down. "
"I'll do my best,"
"You are going to win this fight for me, Merriwell," said Bart.
"That's why I am so confident, I know that you will have influence
enough to hold me right just when I need it. And I'm in the best trim
possible. Never felt so good before."
"You seem to be in the pink of condition."
"I am. Feel of that arm. How is that leg? My wind is all right."
"Hodge, you'll put up the fight of your life to-night, and this
is where Mr. Badger is brought to a sudden halt."
Just before nine o'clock that evening the college men who were
onto the affair came pouring into the private gym, where the bout was to
take place. The doors were locked immediately after Badger and Hodge
arrived. Then there was stripping and preparing for the fray.
Odds were ten to one Badger. That is, it stood that way at first,
but a few men gobbled up everything in sight. It seemed remarkable that
any one could have confidence enough to risk a dollar on Hodge at any
odds. Badger had defeated him once and all who saw it declared Bart was
Donald Pike was Badger's second. He laughed at the idea that
Hodge would stand a show.
"Buck will put him out in thirty seconds," said Pike.
There was a surprise in store for the majority of those present-a