Frank Merriwell in Europe; or, Working His Way Upward

It was Frank Merriwell who spoke. He was standing on the deck of a steamer which was approaching the coast of Morocco. Beside him stood his old chum and former schoolmate, Ephra...

When they looked around for the guide whom they had employed to lead them to the only European hotel in the city it was found that the fellow had fled, affrighted by the encount...

“Too bad!” said Frank, turning to Ephraim. “I did have a faint hope that the professor would leave it off, but it is still plain that he sometimes looks on the wine when it is r...

Now Frank was thoroughly aroused, and he showed his anger in his flashing eyes. He had walked into the snare against the warnings of his better judgment, but he had not dreamed...

Those iron fingers crushed into flesh and sinew till the bones of Frank Merriwell’s neck cracked with the terrible pressure. He could not cry out, he could not breathe, he could...

He longed to question her more, longed to solve the mystery that infolded the strange girl, but, well understanding the danger of discovery by the Moors, he permitted her to lea...

Frank set about pleading the professor to succumb, and he was persuasive to a degree that astounded Ephraim. Indeed, it seemed that the boy almost hypnotized Scotch and led him...

“Ah, but I know you well,” declared Frank. “You are a robber and a great rascal. You hate your enemies, and you slay them with delight. Your hands are stained with blood, but yo...

It was morning when four exhausted, dust-covered persons rode into Tangier and hastened to the house of the United States Consul. They were Professor Scotch, Ephraim Gallup, Fra...

“Be careful!” he warned, speaking in a low tone, the vapid expression having vanished from his face. “I recognized you, and I thought I would try my disguise on you. I do not wi...

Frank Merriwell did not lose his presence of mind. Like a flash, he caught up the thing, which was a short piece of gas pipe, and pinched off the burning fuse with his thumb and...

Frank realized that the eyes of almost every person in the room had been turned toward the door as he entered. One of the women, who had been singing, stopped and stared at him...

Bornier was distressed. It was plain that he did not like the turn affairs were taking, and yet he seemed unable to interfere. He thrust out his hand in a helpless protest, but...

Frank made a desperate effort to follow Wynne through the doorway. He had felt himself grasped again by several hands, his hard fists cracked upon evil faces, and he had torn hi...

Mademoiselle Mystere caught up the lamp and blew out the light in a twinkling. It was done so swiftly that the man on the stair did not discover there had been a light in the ce...

With no little trouble they had finally reached a position where, by drawing a door slightly ajar, they could look into a room where seven men were seated, listening attentively...

Just how that explosion came about will never be known. It is probable that, in springing after the escaping boy, one of the men overturned the table, casting the bombs upon the...

It was one o’clock in the afternoon, and the fights began at three. When they reached the square it seemed that everybody was moving toward the circus, which was located in the...

He knew that the lance in the girl’s hand could not greatly harm the bull. It had a sharp point, but it was so made that it could not penetrate very deeply. And yet she was to d...

As soon as they could escape, Professor Scotch and Ephraim Gallup left the bull ring. They tried to discover where Frank had been taken, but were unsuccessful. They were met wit...

She still wore the gay dress of the bull ring. Over this she had thrown a cloak. As he looked at her now he wondered more than ever that this beautiful girl, who appeared so ref...

The scar-faced banderillero was in the company of three other fellows who looked decidedly villainous and desperate. He seemed to be talking to them, but Frank discovered, in a...

“It is possible I have you to thank for my life,” said the boy. “I had just become aware that my friend and myself were in a very bad scrape when you interested yourself in the...

It was a bright, sunny day. The Clapham Road was thronged with every make of vehicles known to London streets. There were open trucks, with kitchen chairs for seats, omnibuses,...

The girl saw him, and he observed that her face paled and then flushed. He did not doubt but she recognized him, but she turned coldly away. The over-dressed youth gave Frank a...

He saw Inza lean toward her companion and say something, whereupon the youth looked back, seeing that Frank had turned about. This fact he communicated to the girl, and they sta...

“I am pleased to meet you again, Mr. Merriwell,” he said. “And I thank you for the service you rendered my daughter this forenoon. You will pardon me if I do not rise from my ch...

Frank fancied he saw through the rascal’s guile, and yet he could not repress a smile, for surely Mr. ’Awkins was very slick about it. The boy believed he now understood why the...

He believed he had not been observed by the person he was following, and he took care not to let the man suspect that there was a tracker behind him.

But what had he done in life to merit such torment? He had ever tried to be honest and square, to treat all men justly, and to injure no one who let him alone. In life he had ev...

He touched his throat, and cried out with pain. His breath seemed to whistle in his windpipe, while his heart fluttered and stopped, and acted in a most unnatural manner.

Frank had dropped in time to avoid the bullet, and now he came up, grasping the back of a chair. This weapon he swung about his head and hurled at Durant.