Summary

Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient

Nadia showed her incredulity.
“To save me?” she whispered back. “How can that be? Who are you?”
“One of your best friends.”
“I will not believe it! It is another trick!”
“It is no trick, as far as you are concerned. It may be a trick on Hafsa Pasha.”
“Then he——”
“You are his captive.”
“I knew it! The monster! If my brother—if Brad and Dick find this out he shall suffer!”
“If you promise to do just as I direct I will save you from that man.”
“How can you? You are only a woman.”
Source: Gutenberg

Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient

The Texan was gathering his strength, and suddenly there was an upheaval, Bunol being unable to pin the husky chap to the ground. Snarling like a mad dog, the Spaniard writhed in an eellike effort to escape from the clutch that continued to render his knife hand helpless.
Powerful though he was, Buckhart felt his hold slipping. There was perspiration on Bunol’s wrist and on the Texan’s fingers. The task of maintaining that grip grew more and more difficult.
Still Buckhart realized that it was possible his life depended on his success in clinging to the fellow’s wrist.
Source: Gutenberg

Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient

Had you fallen into the hands of that mob you would have been torn limb from limb.”
“Still you—fine gentleman that you are—threatened to deliver me over, and, to prevent you, Dick Merriwell and Brad Buckhart seized, bound and gagged you and fastened you in a closet of the German hotel!”
“My dear Nadia, I had no thought of permitting you to fall into the hands of the mob; but I did wish to bring those fool boys to terms by frightening them.”
“You found them boys you could not frighten.”
“They are young idiots! They do not know enough to be afraid!”
Source: Gutenberg

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