“When the day is closing o’er us,
    U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o,
  And the landscape fades before us,
    U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o,
  When our merry men quit their mowing,
  And along the glen horns are blowing,
  Sweetly then we’ll raise the chorus,
    U-ra-li-o, U-ra-li-o.”

The warbling song died out in the distance, there was a rush of feet outside the door, and Harry, breathless and excited, came bursting into the room.

“I say, old man,” he cried, “what do I think?”

“Really, I don’t know,” laughed Frank.  “What do you think?”

“I—­I mean wh-what do you think?” spluttered Harry.

“Why, I think a great many things.  What’s up, anyway?”

“You know Diamond?”

“The fellow they call Jack?”

“Yes.”

“I should say so!  It was his bull pup that chewed a piece out of the leg of my trousers.  I kicked the dog downstairs, and Diamond came near having a fit over it.  He’s got a peppery temper, and he was ready to murder me.  I reckon he thought I should have taken off my trousers and given them to the dog to chew.”

“He’s a Southerner—­from Virginia.  He’s a dangerous chap, Frank—­just as lief eat as fight—­I mean fight as eat.  He’s been in town to-night, drinking beer with the boys, and he’s in a mighty ugly mood.  He says you insulted him.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s just so, and he’s going to dallenge you to a chewel—­I mean challenge you to a duel.”

Frank whistled softly, elevating his brows a bit.

“What sort of a duel?” he asked.

“Why, a regular duel with deadly weapons.  He’s awfully in earnest, Frank, and he means to kill you if you don’t apologize.  All the fellows are backing him; they think you will not fight.”

“Is that so?  Looking for me to show the white feather, are they?  Well, I like that!”

“But you can’t fight him!  I tell you he’s a fire eater!  I’ve heard that his father killed a man in a duel.”

“And that makes the son dangerous!  No, Harry, I can’t afford to—­What’s all that racket?”

The sound of voices and of many feet ascending the stairs could be heard.  Harry turned pale.

“They’re coming, Frank!” he exclaimed.  “It’s the whole gang, and Diamond is with them.  He means to force you to fight or squeal!”

CHAPTER II.

Challenged and hazed.

The voices were hushed, the feet halted in the hall, and then there was a sharp knock on the door.

Before Harry could reach the door Frank called out: 

“Come in.”

Open flew the door, and there stood the tall, straight, dark-eyed Southerner, with half a dozen other fellows behind him.

“Mr. Merriwell,” said Diamond, stiffly, “I have called to see you on a very important matter, sir.”

“Walk right in,” invited Frank, rising to receive them.  “Bring your friends in.  State your business, Mr. Diamond.”