Frank Merriwell’s Chase
CHAPTER I
THE RECEPTION AT BELFAST.
“Das vas Pelvast,” said Hans.
“Yes,” nodded Frank, who was at the wheel of theWhite Wings, “that is Belfast, ‘the home of fair women,brave men and Strainer’s Sarsaparilla.’”
Frank Merriwell, the great Yale athlete, was cruising offthe Maine coast, during this vacation in his yacht, theWhite Wings. He had with him four of his friends—BartHodge, Bruce Browning, Jack Diamond and HansDunnerwust.
“How do you knew so much apout him?” asked theDutch boy.
“Why, there it is in glaring letters on that big advertisingboard that has been placed where it can be readalmost anywhere here in the harbor.”
“Vale, I didn’t seen dot. I don’d vant no sarsbarillas,und I don’d gif a cend vor der prafe men, but I don’dmind if you took a look der peautiful girls at.”
“They say we shall see plenty of them here,” smiledMerry. “Belfast is famous for them. No city of its sizein the State of Maine can compare with it for pretty girlsand beautiful women, if the report is true.”
“Vot peen der madder mit Shack Ti’mond?” chuckledHans, calling attention to the Virginian. “He don’d seemto took some interests dose peautiful girls in.”
“Haw!” grunted Bruce Browning. “He is thinkingof the girl he left behind him—at Bar Harbor.”
“Vale, Baula Penjamin vos a beach,” admitted theDutch boy; “but there vos odders.”
“You make me weary, Hans,” said Jack, irritated. “Ifyou will close up a while I shall co