The boys were all on their feet, and they stared at Frank with bulging eyes, as if they beheld a great curiosity.
Merriwell simply smiled.

He was quite cool and unruffled.
"You--you paid--for--the--turkey!" gasped Lucy Little, as if it cost him a mighty effort to get the words out.
"Exactly," bowed Frank.
"How?
When?
Where ?" "I pinned a five-dollar bill to the roost before I laid violent hands on the old gobbler.

Baldwin will find it there in the morning." "Water!" panted Robinson as he flopped down on a chair.

"I think I am going to faint!" "Oh, think of the beautiful beers that V would have paid for!" sighed Robinson, with a doleful shake of his head.
"This is a disgrace on the famous class of 'Umpty-eight!" shouted Lewis Little.

"We can never wipe it out!" "I fear not," said Easy Street.