"Keep after that confounded prospector He'll get away if you don't." "You first, old chap," Frank answered.

"It has a scurvy trick Porter played on you, and--and it might have resulted fatally.

Now, then!" Gripping his chum by the arms, Frank heaved him upward until he was on his knees on the plank.
"Want any help ?" came the agitated voice of Clancy, from just below the solution tank.
"No," answered Merriwell, "we're making it all right." "Drop him over the side," called Pardo, "here, over in this direction.
There's a tank of clear water next to the solution vat, and the quicker your friend rinses that cyanide out of his clothes, the better." "Oh, hang the cyanide!" shouted Ballard.

"I was only half into the stuff, anyhow.

Stop Porter, if you can.