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as the readers of "Dave Porter and His
Classmates" know. The trouble went from bad to worse, and not only
were Laura and Dave involved, but also pretty Jessie Wadsworth and
several of Dave's school chums. In the end Dave "took the law in his
own hands" by giving Link Merwell a sound thrashing. Then some of
the bully's wrongdoings reached the ears of the master of the school,
and he was ordered to pack his trunk and leave, and a telegram was sent
to his father in the West, stating that he had been expelled for violating
the school rules. He left in a great rage.
"This is the work of that miserable poorhouse rat, Dave Porter," Link
told some of his cohorts. "Just wait--I'll fix him for it some day, see if I
don't!" Then he wrote a most abusive letter to Dave, but in his rage he
forgot to address it properly, and it never reached the youth.
The term at Oak Hall came to an end in June and then arose the
question of what to do during the vacation. In the meantime letters had
been flying forth between Laura and her warm friend, Belle Endicott,

who was still at Star Ranch, as Mr. Endicott's place was called. It may
be said in passing that Mr. Endicott was a rich railroad president, and
the ranch, while it paid well, was merely a hobby with him, and he and
his family resided upon it only when it suited their fancy to do so.
"The Endicotts want me to come out again," said Laura to Dave. "They
want me to bring you along with some of your chums, and they want
me to bring Jessie, too, if her folks will let her come."
"Oh, that would be jolly!" Dave answered. When he thought of Jessie's
going he blushed to himself, for to him the girl whose life he had once
saved was the nicest miss in the whole world. Dave was by no means
sentimental, but he had a warm, manly regard for Jessie that did him
credit.
More letters passed back and forth, and it was finally arranged that
Laura and Dave should visit Star Ranch during July and August, taking
with them Jessie and Phil and Roger. Dunston Porter was to accompany
the young folk as far west as Helena, near which the Endicotts were to
meet the travelers, and then Dave's uncle was to go on to Spokane on
business, coming back to take the young folks home about six weeks
later.
The thoughts of spending their vacation on a real ranch filled the young
folk with delight. All anticipated a "Jim-dandy" time, as Phil expressed
it.
"We can go out hunting and fishing, and all that," declared the
shipowner's son to his chums. "And maybe we'll bring down a bear or
two." And then he suggested that they get revolvers and perfect
themselves in marksmanship.
"Maybe we'll run into Link Merwell out there," said Roger. "My, but he
was mad when he left Oak Hall! He'd like to chew your head off,
Dave!"
"I don't want to see him," answered Dave, soberly. But this wish was
not to be fulfilled. He was to meet Link Merwell in the near future, and

that meeting was to be productive of some decidedly unpleasant results.
CHAPTER II
A STRAY SHOT
Dave soon returned to the field with a rope, and the representation of a
bear was swung from the lower limb of an old apple tree. Then another
smaller line was fastened at one side, so that the "bear" could be swung
to and fro.
"You can do the first shooting," said Dave to his chums. "I'll play
bellman." And he pulled on the side rope, so that the door swung like
the pendulum of a clock.
"Hi! don't swing too fast!" called out Phil. "Sixty seconds to the minute,
remember."
He took his position, and watching his chance, fired.
"How's that?" he asked, after the report had died away.
"Hit his bearship in the left ear," announced Dave.
"Humph! I aimed for his right eye!"
The senator's son now tried his luck and managed to hit the
representation of a bear in the tail. This made all the lads laugh, and
Roger and Phil called on Dave to show his skill.
"I don't think this revolver works very well," said the senator's son,
handing the weapon to Dave. "The trigger seems to catch in some
way."
"Oh, don't blame the pistol for your poor shooting, Roger!" cried Phil,
good-naturedly.
"Well, examine the pistol for yourself, Phil."

Dave took the weapon and snapped the trigger. There was no report,
and he tried again, aiming at some brushwood not far from the apple
tree. The brushwood was close to the back