APTER XXXII. THE RUN TO THE STATION.
CHAPTER XXXIII. ENEMIES AT WORK.
CHAPTER XXXIV. BASEBALL.
CHAPTER XXXV. KIDNAPED.
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE TOURNAMENT.
CHAPTER XXXVII. TO VICTORY--CONCLUSION.

FRANK MERRIWELL'S RACES

CHAPTER I.

HORSE TALK.

"He's a beauty!"

Jack Diamond uttered the exclamation. He was admiring a horse Frank
Merriwell had lately purchased.

"He is," agreed Danny Griswold, with his hands thrust deep into his
trousers pockets and his short legs set far apart. "But think of paying
a thousand dollars!"

"He looks like a racer," declared Bruce Browning, who showed unusual
interest and animation for a fellow who was known as the laziest man at
Yale.

"He's got the marks of a swift one," asserted Diamond, walking around
the bay gelding, which Frank Merriwell had led out into the middle of
the stable floor for inspection. "He is rangey, has clean limbs, and a
courageous eye. I shouldn't wonder if he could cover ground in a hurry."

"I did not buy him for a racer," asserted Frank. "I purchased him as a
saddle horse purely for my own use and pleasure."

"You must have money to burn," chirped Griswold. "Your old man must have
made loads of it. I had an uncle four times removed once who made money,
but he got arrested when he tried to pass it."

"That reminds me of my father and his partner," said Browning, with
apparent seriousness. "They formed a strange sort of a partnership. One
of them stayed in New York all the time, while the other remained in
California. In this manner they managed always to have plenty of money
between them."

"Oh, goodness!" gasped Diamond, "if you fellows keep this up, I shall
want to get away."

"If you want to get a weigh, we'll try to find some scales for you,"
chuckled Griswold, his eyes twinkling.

"They say Dan Dorman's father has plenty of money," said Frank.

"I've heard so," admitted Browning. "But Dorman is too mean to make
much of a drain on the old man's pile."

"That's right," nodded Griswold. "Why, he is so mean that in the winter,
when his hair gets long, he wets it thoroughly, and then goes out in the
open air and lets it freeze."

"What does he do that for?"

"So he can break it off and save the price of a hair-cut!"

"Say," cried Diamond, desperately, "I thought you fellows were talking
about a horse!"

"No," yawned Browning, "we're talking about a jackass."

Every one but Jack seemed