The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1938-01-14

up about him. He puts on a fiashy
show when he can and gets his
name into the newspapers, but he's
saffron when it comes to football.
That's when he lies down"
"Bascomb's pretty sore about the
way Merriwell tagged him with the
name Grand Canyon"
"Why not? Since yesterday every
little dipsiedoodle's calling him that,
and it wasn't his fault he missed the
posts for those two points. The line
was weak as cambria tea. 1t
stopped the Mayfield rushers just
the way feather duster stops bull
lets. He says SOL
"That's natural, but I guess he's
right. It's my notion Tom kane's
pretty well washed up around here
as a COACH"
'Now you've said something. Put
ting me on the scrub when I'm
better man than any Of that bunch
of new players he used yesterday!
But if he thinks I'm going to stand
for it long he's got another think
coming"
Hodge went on his way and Gagg
continued to scurry.
This was a day when, after serv-
ices In the chapel, Bart had little
trouble about avoiding his heartily
detested roommates. Also he kept
away, as well as he could, from fell
lows who would be liable to speak
Of Merriwell. The way that show
off was getting himself talked about
was sickening!
He had date to 60 riding with
Inza that afternoon. That would be
something pleasant, anyhow. She
was great kid.
She was riding another horse
around in Snodd's yard when Bart
got there, and Snodd was watching
her doubtfully. The horse was a
handsome, spirited creature. Bart's
mount and the one INA had usually
ridden were tied up to hitching
rail, both wearing saddles.
"I'm going to beat you when we
race today" she called laughingly
as he came trotting into the yard.
"But don't know about letting
you ride Satan, Inza," said the wor-
ried looking farmer. s'He's pretty
skittish and fiery. I saddled him
up for Merriwell."
Hodge stopped and stared.
whats that?" he asked sharply.
"Who did you say
"Oh, Franks going with US,
Bart" said Inza quickly. II chal-
lenged him to do it last night, in
town, and he took me up"
ooh, he did, did he?" Hodge
caught his breath with a kissing
sound. ''He would! He'd jump at
it like trout at fly. But he can't
put that one over on me-"
He ran to his horse, unhitched
the animal and leaped up into the
saddle. ''Come on!" he cried,
swinging alongside Inza. ''We're 60
ing away from here now"
"Oh, be sport, Bart" she
begged. ''If he's willing to"
Too late John Snodd cried a
warning. Bart had leaned over and
struck Satan sharply on the rtrnp
with his open hand. The animal
leaped, almost throwing Inza. Bare
ly saving herself, she managed to
stay in the saddle as the horse
shot away with the bit in its teeth.
"You fool!" cried the farmer.
"Catch herl That critter'l run"
But Hodge was in pursuit al
ready. He whirled out of the yard
and turned after the runaway ami
NAL, headed toward town.
Merriwell had seen this happen.
He had almost reached the turn
into the yard when Bart went tear
ing past him. Dashing to the third
horse, he tore it loose from the
hitching rail. Snodd was shouting
something at him, but he didn't
hear it. A bound carried him
astride. He turned the animal on a
dime and was away, riding like a
cowboy.
(TO BE CONTINUED