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Frank Merriwell’s Chums - ebook
Frank Merriwell’s Chums - ebook
The most important thing in life is to have true friends. So thought our hero, Frank Merriwell. It would seem like this can be a problem for one of the most popular students in the academy. However, Frank not only had a large number of friends, but also enemies. And when the enemy is among friends.. this is the worst thing ever.
Kategoria: | Classic Literature |
Język: | Angielski |
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ISBN: | 978-83-8162-861-7 |
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
CHAPTER I. FRANK ASKS QUESTIONS
CHAPTER II. A GHASTLY SUBJECT
CHAPTER III. AN IRRESISTIBLE TEMPTATION
CHAPTER IV. A GAME OF BLUFF
CHAPTER V. FRANK'S REVELATION
CHAPTER VI. THE PLOT
CHAPTER VII. SPREADING THE SNARE
CHAPTER VIII. THE HAUNTED ROOM
CHAPTER IX. IN THE MESHES
CHAPTER X. DOWNWARD
CHAPTER XI. TRUSTING AND TRUE
CHAPTER XII. THE SNARE IS BROKEN
CHAPTER XIII. THE "CENTIPEDE" JOKE
CHAPTER XIV. LIVELY TIMES
CHAPTER XV. WARNED
CHAPTER XVI. PAUL RAINS
CHAPTER XVII. THE BULLY'S MATCH
CHAPTER XVIII. RAINS' CHALLENGE
CHAPTER XIX. JUMPING
CHAPTER XX. BASCOMB'S MISTAKE
CHAPTER XXI. THE RIVAL PROFESSORS
CHAPTER XXII. A LIVELY CALL
CHAPTER XXIII. SKATING FOR HONORS
CHAPTER XXIV. SKATING FOR LIFE
CHAPTER XXV. THE SINISTER STRANGER
CHAPTER XXVI. THE MYSTERY OF THE RING
CHAPTER XXVII. ATTACKED ON THE ROAD
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE MARKS ON THE BLACK STONE
CHAPTER XXIX. BART MAKES A PLEDGE
CHAPTER XXX. FRANK AND THE PROFESSOR
CHAPTER XXXI. SNELL TALKS
CHAPTER XXXII. SNELL'S HATRED
CHAPTER XXXIII. PLAYING THE SHADOW
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE RING DISAPPEARS
CHAPTER XXXV. MORE DANGER
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE SECRET OF THE RING
CHAPTER XXXVII. "BABY."
CHAPTER XXXVIII. SPORT WITH A PLEBE
CHAPTER XXXIX. AN OPEN INSULT
CHAPTER XL. FOR THE UNDER DOG
CHAPTER XLI. BIRDS OF A FEATHER
CHAPTER XLII. THE CHALLENGE
CHAPTER XLIII. DOUGHTY DUELIST
CHAPTER XLIV. A COMEDY DUEL
CHAPTER XLV. ANOTHER KIND OF A FIGHT
CHAPTER XLVI. RESULT OF THE CONTEST
CHAPTER XLVII. ALIVE!
CHAPTER XLVIII. BABY'S HEROIS. CONCLUSIONCHAPTER I
FRANK ASKS QUESTIONS
September was again at hand, and the cadets at Fardale Military Academy had broken camp, and returned to barracks.
For all of past differences, which had been finally settled between them–for all that they had once been bitter enemies, and were by disposition and development as radically opposite as the positive and negative points of a magnetic needle, Frank Merriwell and Bartley Hodge had chosen to room together.
There was to be no more “herding” in fours, and so Barney Mulloy, the Irish lad, and Hans Dunnerwust, the Dutch boy, were assigned to another room.
Like Hodge, Barney and Hans were Frank Merriwell’s stanch friends and admirers. They were ready to do anything for the jolly young plebe, who had become popular at the academy, and thus won both friends and foes among the older cadets.
Barney was shrewd and ready-witted, while Hans, for all of his speech and his blundering ways, was much brighter than he appeared.
Still being plebes, Merriwell and Hodge had been assigned to the “cock-loft” of the third division, which meant the top floor on the north side of the barracks–the sunless side.
The other sides, and the lower floors, with the exception of the first, were reserved for the older cadets.
Their room contained two alcoves, or bedrooms, at the end opposite the door. These alcoves were made by a simple partition that separated one side from the other, but left the bedrooms open to the rest of the room.
Against the walls in the alcoves stood two light iron bedsteads, with a single mattress on each, carefully folded back during the day, and made up only after tattoo.
The rest of the bedding was carefully and systematically piled on the mattresses.
In the partitions were rows of iron hooks, on which their clothing must be placed in regular order, overcoats to the front, then rubber coats, uniform coats, jackets, trousers, and underclothing following, with a bag for soiled clothing at the rear.
On the broad wooden bar that ran across the front of these alcoves, near the ceiling, the names of the cadets who occupied the bedrooms were posted, so inspecting officers could tell at a glance who occupied the beds.
At the front of the partition the washstand was placed, with the bucket of water, dipper, and washbowl, which must always be kept in a certain order, with the washbowl inverted, and the soapdish on top of it.
Rifles were kept in the rack, barrels to the front, with dress hats on the shelf, and a mirror in the middle of the mantelshelf. Accoutrements and forage saps were hung on certain hooks, and clothing and other things allowable and necessary were always to be kept in an unvarying order on a set of open-faced shelves.
The broom and slop-bucket were to be deposited behind the door, the chairs against the table, when not in use, and the table against the wall opposite the fireplace.
At the foot of each bed the shoes were placed in a line, neatly dusted, with toes to the front.
It was required that the room should be constantly kept in perfect order, and Merriwell and Hodge were called on to take turns, week and week about, at being orderly, and the name of the one responsible for the appearance of the room was placed on the orderly board, hung to the front of the alcove partition.
Back of the door was another board, on which each was required to post his hours of recitation, and to account for his absence from the room at any inspection.
In fact, a rigid effort was made at Fardale to imitate in every possible way the regulations and requirements enforced at West Point, and it was the boast that the school was, in almost every particular, identical with our great Military Academy.
Of course, it was impossible to enforce the rules as rigidly as they are at the Point, for the cadets at Fardale were, as a class, far younger, and the disgrace of expulsion or failure in any way was not to be compared with that attending unfortunates at the school where youths are graduated into actual service as officers of the United States army.
Many of the cadets at Fardale had been sent there by parents who could not handle them at home, and who had hoped the discipline they would receive at a military school would serve to tone down their wildness. Thus it will be seen that many harum-scarum fellows got into the school, and that they could not readily be compelled to conform to the rules and requirements.
For all that Frank Merriwell was a jolly, fun-loving fellow, he was naturally orderly and neat, so that it seemed very little effort for him to do his part in keeping the room in order.
On the other hand, Bartley Hodge was naturally careless, and he had a persistent way of displacing things that annoyed Frank, although the latter said little about it at first.
Whenever the inspecting officer found anything wrong about the room, he simply glanced at the orderly board, and down went the demerit against the lad whose name was posted there. It made no difference who had left a chair out of place, hung a coat where it should not be, or failed to invert the washbowl, the room orderly had to assume the responsibility.
Now, it was the last thing in the world that Hodge could wish to injure Merriwell, but three times in Frank’s first week as room orderly he was reported for things he could not help, and for which Bart was entirely responsible.
Merriwell had risen to the first section in recitation at the very start, while Hodge, who had been placed in the third, was soon relegated to the second.
Frank was trying to curb his almost unbounded inclination for mischief, and he was studying assiduously.
On the other hand, while Hodge did not seem at all mischievous by nature, he detested study, and he was inclined to spend the time when he should have been “digging,” in reading some story, or in idly yawning and wishing the time away.
One day, after having taken his third demerit on his roommate’s account, the inspector having detected tobacco smoke in the room, Frank said:
“Why don’t you swear off on cigarettes, Bart? They don’t do a fellow any good, and they are pretty sure to get him into trouble here at the academy.”
Hodge was in anything but a pleasant frame of mind, and he instantly retorted:
“I know what you mean. You are orderly, and I ought to have spoken up and told the inspector I had been smoking. I didn’t know what it was he put down, but I’ll go and confess my crime now.”
He sprang up petulantly, but Frank’s hand dropped on his arm, and Merriwell quietly said:
“Don’t go off angry, old man. You know I don’t want you to do anything of the sort. I will take my medicine when I am orderly, and I know you will do the same when it comes your turn.”
“Well, I didn’t know––“ began Bart, in a somewhat sulky manner.
“You ought to know pretty well by this time. I am not much given to kicking or growling, but I do want to have a sober talk with you, and I hope you will not fire up at anything I say.”
“All right; go ahead,” said Hodge, throwing himself wearily into a chair, and thrusting his hands deep into his pockets. “I’ll listen to your sermon.”
“It isn’t to be a sermon. You should know I am not the kind of a fellow to preach.”
“That’s so. Don’t mind me. Drive ahead.”
“First, I want to ask how it is you happened to let yourself be put back in recitations?”
“Oh, Old Gunn just put me back–that’s all.”
“But you are fully as good a scholar as I am, and you could have gone ahead into the first section if you had braced up.”
“Perhaps so.”
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