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Manton lay still a moment, tried to rise, struggled to his elbow and fell back.
“He’s out!” cried Frost huskily, as he lifted Manton’s head.
CHAPTER VIII.
A PAIR OF KNAVES.
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About four miles from the Eagle Heights club lived Joel Bemis, a farmer. On the afternoon of the day following the events just recorded in the best “spare room” at the Bemis farm sat a young man whose eyes were covered by a bandage and whose face was cut, bruised, and discolored in places.
A step sounded outside the door, and the man on the chair started and lifted the bandage from his eyes.
“Frost!” he exclaimed, as Dent Frost entered. “Well, you’ve been a devilish long time coming!”
“Came at the first opportunity, Manton,” declared the visitor, eying the other. “Say, but you’re a sight! You did let that fellow cut you all to pieces!”
“You don’t have to tell me!” snarled Hobart Manton. “I’ve looked in the glass.”
“That must have been to-day. You couldn’t see out of your eyes last night.”
“What are you trying to do—rub it in?”