Frank Merriwells Reward

Frank Merriwell's Reward, by Burt L. Standish

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Title: Frank Merriwell's Reward
Author: Burt L. Standish
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FRANK MERRIWELL'S REWARD
BY
BURT L. STANDISH
Author of "Frank Merriwell's School Days," "Frank Merriwell's Chums," "Frank Merriwell's Foes," etc.

PHILADELPHIA DAVID McKAY, PUBLISHER 604-8 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARE
Copyright, 1900 By STREET & SMITH

FRANK MERRIWELL'S REWARD.
CHAPTER I.
A RUNAWAY AUTOMOBILE.
"Li, there! Hook out!" shouted Harry Rattleton.
"Hi, there! Look out!" echoed Bart Hodge, getting the words straight which Harry had twisted.
"Get out of the way, fellows!" warned Jack Diamond.
"The juice that it's loaded with must be bug juice!" squealed Danny Griswold. "It's crazy drunk!"
"Tut-tut-tut-turn the cuc-crank the other way!" bellowed Joe Gamp.
"This crank," said Bink Stubbs, giving Gamp a twist that spun him round like a top.
"I've always believed that more than half of these new-fangled inventions are devices of Satan, and now I know it!" grumbled Dismal Jones.
"You'll be more certain of it than ever if you let it run over you!" Frank Merriwell warned, stepping to the sidewalk, and drawing Dismal's lank body quickly back from the street.
"Huah! It's worse than a cranky horse!"
Bruce Browning reached down, took Danny Griswold by the collar, and placed the little fellow behind him.
"Unselfishly trying to save your bacon at the expense of my own!" Browning suavely explained, as Danny began to fume. "Do you want that thing to step on you?"
An electric hansom, which had sailed up the street in an eminently respectable manner, had suddenly and without apparent reason begun to act in an altogether disreputable way. It had veered round, rushed over the crossing, and made a bee-line for the sidewalk, almost running down a party of Frank Merriwell's friends, who were out for an afternoon stroll on the street in the pleasant spring sunshine.
The motorman, who occupied a grand-stand seat in the rear, seemed to have lost control of the automobile. He was excitedly fumbling with his levers, but without being able to bring the carriage to a stop.
The street was crowded with people at the time, and when the electric carriage began to cut its eccentric capers there was a rush for places of safety, while the air was filled with excited cries and exclamations.
Merriwell could see the head of a passenger, a man, through the window of the automobile.
"She's cuc-coming this way again!" shouted Gamp. "Look out, fellows!"
The front tires struck the curbing with such force that the motorman was pitched from his high seat, landing heavily on his head in the gutter.
Bruce Browning was one of the first to reach him.
"Give him air!" Bruce commanded, lifting the man in his arms and stepping toward a drug-store on the corner.
Some of the crowd streamed after Browning, but by far the greater number remained to watch the antics of the automobile.
The man inside was fumbling at the door and trying to get out. The misguided auto climbed the curbing and tried to butt down the wall of a store building.
"Give it some climbin'-irons!" yelled a newsboy.
The automobile, with its front wheels pressed against the wall, began to rear up like a great black bug, determined apparently to scale the perpendicular side of the building and enter through one of the open windows above. As soon as he saw the motorman pitched into the gutter, Merriwell moved toward the carriage.
"Time to take a hand in this!" was his thought. "There will be more hurt, if I don't!"
He leaped to the step, but before he could mount to the high seat the auto was butting blindly against the wall.
"He's goin' ter shut off the juice!" squeaked the newsboy.
What the trouble had been with the levers Merry did not know. When he took hold of them, the hansom became manageable and obedient. He shut off the electricity, and the front wheels dropped down from the wall. The next moment he swung to the ground and opened the door.
To his surprise, the man who emerged from the carriage was Dunstan Kirk, the leader of the Yale ball-team.
"Glad to see you!" gasped Kirk. "I couldn't get out, and I was expecting the thing to turn over! I believe I'm not hurt."
"The motorman is, though! He has been carried into the drug-store."
Frank looked toward the drug-store, and saw an ambulance dash up to convey the injured man to the hospital.
"Glad you're all right!" turning again to the baseball-captain. "These things are cranky