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“You had better come with us,” he said.

“Get out!” hissed Herrick, scowling. “What are you trying to do, Merriwell? Let him alone, will you!”

“You see, Mr. Madison, that your friend is very anxious for you to play. Perhaps he has a reason. You know there are ‘stools’ for places like these.”

Herrick jumped up and thrust himself between Merry and Madison.

“Look here!” he panted; “if you mean to insinuate that I am a ‘stool,’ you’re a liar!”

Then, quick as a flash, the young Yale athlete grasped him by the collar, lifted him, gave him a whirl and swept the faro-table clean with his body.

As Herrick dropped off at the other end of the table, Merriwell quietly grasped Madison’s arm, speaking calmly:

“Take the advice of one who would be your friend; play no more in this place. Remember the young fellow who tried to blow a hole in his head, a short time ago.”

Madison turned pale.

Men had leaped up as Charley Herrick was flung across the faro-table. Servants rushed forward. Frowning faces surrounded Frank Merriwell. Somebody said: