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That cut both Derring and Hazen.

“Go on!” growled the latter. “I’ll bet my last dollar you lose.”

“Then you’ll be a subject for public charity directly after the game,” assured Ready.

Frank was about to move along when Derring insolently blocked his way and shoved against him. Quick as a flash Merry whirled and grasped the man. Then he gave the rascal a shake that yanked him from beneath his hat.

Derring snarled and struck at Merry. Frank’s patience was exhausted, and he could not hold back the return blow. His fist caught the man under the ear, and down to the sidewalk dropped Mr. Derring.

“Police!” cried Hazen; but he reached for his hip pocket.

“Don’t draw!” warned Merry.

Hazen did not heed. Out came his hand, and it held a revolver.

Instantly Merry’s foot flew out, and the toe of his boot struck the hand of the man, sending the revolver flying into the air.

As the weapon came down Merry caught it, snapped it open, casting out the cartridges, and politely returned it to its owner.

“I beg your pardon,” he said. “Here is your gun. But I believe it is a dangerous thing for you to have round. You might shoot somebody with it.”