“Dick Merriwell, brother of Frank Merriwell, the great Yale athlete, who used to go to school at Fardale.” “Well, he’s a good one.” “Well, he’s a good one.” “A good one! He’s a rip-snorter! Not many boys of his years could ’a’ done that job!” “A good one! He’s a rip-snorter! Not many boys of his years could ’a’ done that job!” Dick spoke to them pleasantly. Dick spoke to them pleasantly. “We were after the runaway,” said one of the men; “but I rather think you don’t need none of our help.” “We were after the runaway,” said one of the men; “but I rather think you don’t need none of our help.” “Thank you, no,” said Dick. “But you might drive on a short distance and pick up that bicycle. I think it is pretty badly smashed. If you’ll bring it back to the hotel I’ll be much obliged.” “Thank you, no,” said Dick. “But you might drive on a short distance and pick up that bicycle. I think it is pretty badly smashed. If you’ll bring it back to the hotel I’ll be much obliged.” “We’ll do it,” said both men. “We’ll do it,” said both men. “Good boy! Well done!” was shouted at him from all sides as he drove along the main street toward the hotel. “Good boy! Well done!” was shouted at him from all sides as he drove along the main street toward the hotel. When he reached the hotel he found a crowd gathered there. Chester Arlington, pale as a ghost and covered with dirt, was sitting on the steps. When he reached the hotel he found a crowd gathered there. Chester Arlington, pale as a ghost and covered with dirt, was sitting on the steps. The Fardale crowd was on hand to cheer Dick, but he called on them to be quiet. The Fardale crowd was on hand to cheer Dick, but he called on them to be quiet. “This horse is nervous enough now,” he said. “Do you want to
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