Summary

Burt L. Standish Frank Merriwell's Nobility; Or…

One of the stokers had turned his back to the gleaming mouths of the furnaces and looked upward, as if to relieve his aching eyes.
He saw everything that occurred on the grating. He saw a man slip down the ladder behind Frank and spring on his back. He saw that man hurl Frank from the grating.
The stoker uttered a shout and ran toward the foot of the ladder, expecting to find Frank laying there, severely injured or killed. He was astounded when he saw the ready-witted youth grasp the grating, swing in, strike the ladder, cling and slide.
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Burt L. Standish Frank Merriwell's Nobility; Or…

Jack confessed, "I do feel an itching."
"I feel like getting some sleep," grunted Bruce, "and they are keeping me awake."
"Why are they playing in a stateroom, anyhow?" exclaimed Frank. "It's no place for a game of cards at night."
"That's so," agreed Rattleton, dreamily. "But you are keeping me awake by your chatter a good deal more than they are. Shut up, the whole lot of you!"
There was silence for a time, and then, with a savage exclamation, Diamond sprang out of his berth and thumped on the partition, crying:
"Come, gentlemen, it's time to go to bed! You are keeping us awake."
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Burt L. Standish Frank Merriwell's Nobility; Or…

A cry of rage broke from the lips of the accused.
"There is no proof!" he snarled. "No one can swear I attacked this fellow and threw him into the stoke-hole!"
"Oh, yes!" said the stoker who had come up from below. "I saw the whole business. By the light from the furnaces, I plainly saw the man who did it, and you are the man!"
"That settles it!" declared the engineer. "You'll make the rest of the voyage in irons, Mr. Harris!"
"Then I'll give you something to iron me for!" shouted the furious young villain.
He leaped on Frank Merriwell with the fierceness of a wounded tiger.
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