“There’s Frank Merriwell and his set,” said Tilton Hull, with an effort to appear contemptuous. “A nice lot of chumps they are!” exclaimed Julian Ives, speaking loudly, as if he wished to be heard by the little group of laughing students that was passing down the walk in front of Battell, one of the halls at Yale.…
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