"But I'd advise you not to try." "Mr.Badger and I are going to shoot at ten double birds," said Frank, pretending not to notice these things.

"I will use your gun, Bart." "And Badger may use mine," said a sophomore, who was one of Badger's friends, and had been one of Merriwell's enemies.

"But for goodness sake, don't use any more dynamite shells!" Merriwell saw that Morton Agnew had come up and was looking earnestly at Badger and at the ruined gun.
"I wonder that Badger doesn't remember that you slipped a 'fixed' cartridge into a gun for him once," was Frank's thought.

"You are at the bottom of this, and your villainy has gone far enough.

When I come to strike you I shall strike hard!" The shattered gun still furnished attraction for many, and Agnew pushed forward to get a close look at it, and to ask questions.