Frank Merriwell's Backers: or, The Pride of His Friends. Standish Burt L.
skunk; but I reckon thar's a limit even fer me. I've struck it. This hyer Frank Merriwell made me ashamed a' myself fer the fust time in a right long time. I know I'm too onery to reform an' ever be anything decent, even if I don't shuffle off with these two wounds. All the same, I ain't the snake ter turn an' soak pisen inter Merriwell, an' you hear me. Others may do it, but not Big Monte."
"Bah! All right! You not get half! Yes; you keep steel, you get eet."
"What are you driving at?"
"Wait. Mebbe you see. All you haf to do is keep steel."
"Waal, I'm great at keepin' still," said Monte.
It was not far from morning when Merriwell re-entered that room.
Pinto Pede seemed to be sleeping, but Big Monte was wide-awake.
"Hello!" exclaimed Frank. "So you're still on these shores. I didn't know but you had sailed out."
"Pard, I opine mebbe I may git well enough to be hanged, after all," grinned the big ruffian.
"Possibly you may," said Frank. "And the chances are you would be if I were to leave you alone long enough. I heard some of the boys talking. They contemplate taking you out and doing things to you after I'm asleep. But they did not reckon that I would come here to sleep, where they cannot get their hands on you without disturbing me."
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