The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1937-11-26
CHAPTER III-Continued

Jones painting along in pursuit of
the beast. And once more the boy
lifted his voice in a shrill warning
cry that rang through the grove:
mad dog! Run! RUM RUM"
That snapped Hodge round to
look, and what he saw took the
starch out of him in the wink of
an eye. In the wink of another eye,
he was going away from there with
out bothering to apologize for his
haste. In his rush, he forgot about
everything and everybody but HIM
self.
The grove was abruptly filed with
the wild screams of frightened girls,
who fled like snowf1akes before a
gale.
ALI but INA Burrage. She, also,
started to run at last, but with al
most her first step her foot turned
under her and she went down. When
she tried to scramble up she top
pied again in a iuttering, helpless
heap.
"My ankle!" she gasped. cts
broken!"
Merriwell sprang forward, but he
didn't try to pick her up and run
with her. That, he knew, would be
foolish. He caught up the coat that
Bart Hodge had taken off some time
before. Swiftly he wrapped it round
and round his left forearm. His
heart was steady now, though his
face was still tense and gray.
Sitting on the ground and clinging
to her injured ankle with both
hands, INA Burrage watched him
do that. She saw him face the on
coming dog, with her only few
feet behind him. The foaming,
snarling beast was racing straight
at them. The carving knife was
still in Franks hand.
He crouched little and lifted his
bent left arm as the animal sprang,
with a roar, at his throat. The
creatures cleaning teeth closed on
that arm, around which Bart
Hodges coat had been tightly twist
ed.
The boy reeled back a step, strik-
ing with the knife. The force of
the heavy animals lunge had stag
gered him, and he barely touched
the dog with that first stab.
INA was paralyzed with fear. She
could not have moved, then, had
she tried.
Dropping back to the ground with
its hind feet, the crazed beast tried
to pull Frank down.
Tad Jones had stopped, a rod
away. He was wringing his hands.
Almost blinded by tears, he cried
chokingly:
"oh, Tige! Stop. Tigel Oh. Frank,
Frank!"
Merriwell did not hear him. He
heard nothing, saw nothing but the
raging, red-eyed beast he was bat
ting with. He struck again and
slashed the dog, but that seemed
only to make it still more furious.
Barney Mulloy had obeyed Frank
and hurried all the girls but Inza
away. Now he came running back
through the trees and saw sight
that made his heart stand still.
"Oh, help him!" begged Inza, as
Barney came up. "Oh, it's terrible!
Help hinl Do something, quick!"
The Irish boy looked wildly around
for rock or a club, and could find
neither. He seized the small limb
of tree and began to twist it off.
The dog yanked Frank down to his
knees.
The tree limb was still resisting
Barney. He let it 60 and whirled
to do his best for Frank with his
bare hands.
A voice shouted: keep awayl
Let me get at that critterl I'll
fix himl"
John Snodd had arrived at last,
with his gun. But when he tried
to get INTO position to use the
weapon he was baff1ed for several
moments by the furious movements
OF the dog, which made it impossi-
BILE TO fire without hitting Merriwell
or somebody else.