Frank Merriwell's First Job, Or, At the Foot of the Ladder

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Excerpt: 'Biffthump! Oh, what a soaker! Go at him, Rattleton! Dont let him knock you up against the door like that. Biff! biff!thump! There you go again! Oh, jose your clawI mean close your jaw! panted Harry Rattleton, as he ducked and escaped a left-hand swing from Frank Merriwell, with whom he was boxing in the room of the latter at Yale. You fellows are not in this! Youre not in it, either, lazily laughed Bruce Browning, who was half sitting, half reclining on the couch, watching the boxing bout and smoking a pipe at the same time. Well, you werent such a much when you got up against Merriwell that time you tried to do him, snapped Rattleton, backing out as Frank slowly followed him up. Thats ancient history, declared the big fellow. But Merriwell found me a pretty warm baby! Get up and try him now! cried Harry. Ill bet hell bang you all over the room before you touch him. Thanks! grinned Bruce. Ive quit the ring. Im not looking for pugilistic glory any more. Stand up to him, Rattleton, advised Diamond. You do too much running away. Oh, you know! flung back Rattleton. Youve had your turn, too, and you wasnt so good. You cant do anything with him if you dont try to hit him, said Bart Hodge, who was sitting astride a chair in the corner. More thanks! If youll put the gloves on, Ill guarantee you will not hit him any oftener than I have. I believe he gave you a dose of medicine once on a time. Im the only fellow in the room who hasnt been punched in earnest by him. You chaps are good talkers, but No you dont. Then he went under Franks arm like a cat, giving Merry a sharp jab in the ribs.'

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