"Take these beasts away! They are devouring me!" "Meow! me-e-eow! S'pt! s'pt! Me-e-e-e-ow!" howled the cats, as they continued to scratch the professor's face till it began to look like the colored map of a country that had been disturbed by a violent earthquake.
Somehow Hot Scotch had gotten into a wrangle with High Jinks, whom he was holding down and punching vigorously.
"Hit me in the ribs, will ye! Pound me in the eye, will ye?
Tackle me when down, will ye?
Well, I've got a score against you, and I'll settle it now!" "Take him off!" squealed Jenks, thrashing about with his long legs.
"Save me! save me!" Having untangled themselves from the mass and become freed of the crawfish in the struggle, Hans and Barney sat on the floor and stared in astonishment at the spectacle.

The sight was too much for the risibilities of the Irish boy, and he forgot that he had been severely bitten by "centipades." "Begorra! Dutchy, this is a roight loively avening, Oi do belave," he chuckled.

"Will yez look at this fer a racket, Oi dunno! Hurro! Sail in, b'ys!" "Vell, I don't efer seen der peat uf dot!" gasped Hans, his eyes bulging.

"Uf dot don't peen a recular fight, I vos an oysder!" "Now, boys, it's time to take a hand," said Frank Merriwell.

"Be lively! Gather up the crawfish, and throw 'em out of the windows.
Work quick! Here, Windsor, dispose of this bag!" His words put the cadets in motion.