"The last crack I gave him stretched him quivering on the ground.
Hope it didn't kill the brute." "Hope it didn't ?" shouted Little.

"I hope it did!" "But I don't want to pay for his old dog." "Pay for it! Are you dopy, daft, or what's the matter with you?
Why, that man had a spring gun set, and it would have filled you full of shot if you hadn't tripped!" "He had a right to set a spring gun in his own shed to protect his turkey roost from marauders." The boys stared at Frank in amazement.
"Say, Merriwell," said Uncle Blossom, gravely, "you're an enigma.

Great poker! The idea of calling us marauders!" "What else were we ?" "Boys, it is our duty to take him out and hold him under under the hose!" "Gentlemen," said Jack Diamond, who was present, "you will have a real lively time if you try to do it.

I fully agree with Mr.Merriwell that the farmer had a right to protect his property." "Whe-e-ew!" whistled several lads, and then they all cried together: "Goodness, how the wind blows!" The boys had come to understand in a measure Diamond's chivalric nature and sentiments, and it did not seem strange that he should see something improper in stealing turkeys from a farmer; but it did appear rather remarkable that Merriwell should maintain such an idea after he had taken a hand in the game.
"It must be that you chaps intend to become parsons after you leave college," said Walter Gordon, rather derisively.
"And Merriwell would pay for the dog if he killed the beast!" exclaimed Uncle Blossom.

"How about the turkey?
I should have thought you'd paid for that." "I did." "What!" That word was a roar, and it seemed to leap from the lips of every lad in the room, with the exception of Diamond and Merriwell.