Frank Merriwell's Alarm: or, Doing His Best

“And now we can take it easy,” said Bruce, lazily.

“That’s Bruce,” laughed Diamond. “Always willing to take a rest.”

“Dunno but wot we hab earned a rest,” put in Toots.

“Doking snownuts – no, smoking doughnuts! what a lot of adventures we have had since we left New York!” came from Harry. “Any of us could write a book of travels without half trying.”

“We’ll take it easy for a while,” said Frank. “But not for long. I’ve got an idea for more sport, while we are out here.”

Long letters followed telegrams to the East and long letters were received in return.

“You’ve done the trick,” wrote one fellow student. “When you get back to Yale, well – I reckon the town won’t be big enough to hold you.”

“Dear old Yale!” exclaimed Frank.

That night the boys sang college songs far into the wee small hours of the morning. They were more than happy, and all their past perils were forgotten.

THE END