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Frank Merriwell Under Megunticook;

OR,

WITH THE KNOX COUNTY LEAGUE.

By the Author of ‘‘FRANK MERRIWELL.”’

CHAPTER I.
ALONG THE COAST TO CAMDEN.

‘Nellie was a sailor’s lass—a sailor’s lass
was she,
(Heave ho, my lads, then heave away !)
Waiting for her sailor lad, who sailed the
deep blue sea.
(Heave ho, my lads, then heave away !)

Three lads were getting up the anchor
on board the White: Wings, which lay in
Rockland harbor, on the coast of Maine,
and they sang a nautical song as they
pulled at the cable. They were Bart
Hodge, Jack Diamond and Hans Dunner-
wust. Frank Merzriwell was busy making
other preparations for the run up to Cam-

den that glorious summer morning, while

Bruce Browning was doing something
below, no one knew what.

_ ‘Boldt on a vile till you spit on my

 

handts,’’ exclaimed the Dutch lad,
breathing heavily. ‘‘I vant to got a pet-
ter holdt mit my feet to kept from slip-
ping der rail ofer und der varter indo. I
vas glat you don’d af to bull ub anchors
to make me a lifings.”’

‘‘Keep at it, Hans,’’ ordered Hodge.

‘*You remind me of the Irishman who
caught his friend by the heels just as the
friend- was falling headlong into a well,”
said Diamond, as he continued to pull
away.”’

‘‘How vas dot?’ asked Hans.

‘*He held on as long as he could,” said
Jack, ‘‘and then he called down to his
friend, ‘Jist wait a minute where yez are,
Mike, till Oi let go an’ get a betther
hold.’ Then he let go.”’ |

‘‘Yaw,’’ said Hans, soberly; ‘‘but fe
don’d seen der boint der story of.’’

  

 
 

 

  
   

   

“His friend couldn’t wait,’’? explained
Jack. Z

Frank Merriwell laughed. Never before
had he heard the Virginian tell a humor-
ous anecdote, and he was not a tittle sur-
prised as well as pleased, for it showed
that Jack, who had grumbled a great deal
during the unlucky and unpleasant cruise
down the coast, was in better’spirits now
they were at last in the waters of Penob-
scot Bay.

The anchor broke water and was soon
secured in place. Already the jib had
been raised, and Frank was at the wheel
to bring the yacht round as soon as she
felt the breeze after the anchor was atrip.
Every indication was that there was just
breeze enough outside the harbor to give
them a pleasant sail to their destination.

Under Frank’s orders the boys set sail,
hoisting both the jib topsails and club
topsails, in fact cracking on every stitch.
Hans grew weary again before the main-
sail was up.

‘Get hold of the halyards and get into
gear, Dunnerwust,’’ ordered Bart,
sharply. ‘‘You are getting to be as bad as
Browning, and he is no earthiy use on the
water.”’ 3

“Hey? grunted the big fellow, his
head appearing as he came up from below.
‘Well, what’s the use of being any

earthly use on the water? What’s the |

matter with you, Hodge?”’
‘The matter with you is that you need
something for that tired feeling,’’ re-

turned Bart, like a flash. ‘‘If you would:

get out and make a bluff at pulling on a
line now and then it would seem rather
more decent.’

“T never make any bluffs. Everything
is on the level with me. I’m not much of
- asailor, but I’m pretty good at repelling

boarders, ducking bogus sheriffs, and
such things. Don’t worry about me. Just

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the sails set, as if he did not consider it
necessary for him to lenda hand, and as
if he had no idea of doing so on any con-
dition if he could avoid it.

3rowning was lazy and he knew it.
He made no attempt to conceal the fact;
really, he almost seemed to glory in it.
At college he was familiarly called, ‘‘the
Laziest Man on Earth,’’ and it pleased
rather than disturbed him. =

Ordinarily a lazy man is despised by
his companions, but such was not the case
with Browning. Genial, big-hearted,
strong as a giant, yet gentle as a baby,
he made hosts of friends and very few
enemies. At one time he had been really
ambitious, but that was before the com-
ing of Frank Merriwell to Yale. Brown-
ing had been dropped to Merriwell’s class
and, as there could be but one real leader
in the class, he lost his ambition when
Merriwell showed his superiority.

But no man had proved a truer friend
to Merriwell than the once famous ‘‘King
of the Sophomores.’’ Browning was not
particularly demonstrative in his affec-
tion, but he could be depended on in any
case of emergency, as Frank had learned,
and the big fellow was a good nian to
have for a backer.

Browning could. not be driven to do
anything, nor could he be jollied into it,
a fact that irritated Hodge more or less.

‘“There is one thing we do not possess
that we should have,’’ said Merry, as
Jack came aft and stood near the wheel.

‘‘What’s that?”

“A gun.” ,

‘‘Why, you have four or five below.’’

“Tt don’t mean that kind. We need a
small cannon to fire when we anchor and
when we get under way. Weare not

doing the thing properly unless we have

one, *?

“‘T never thought of that.”’

‘*T did not think of it till it was too late
to get one in Boston. We'll have to get
along for the present without it.”’

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They ran past the end of the break-
water and were opposite the Bay Point
Hotel, a handsome summer hotel near
the city of Rockland. Outside the harbor
they found a breeze that made the White
Wings heel over and take a bone in her
teeth.

Although the sloop was not in the rac-
ing class, Frank was well satisfied with
her, for-he had discovered that she pos-
sessed many good qualities. She could be
held pretty near to the wind without
yawing and she was not at all cranky,
nor did she require much weather helm.
Of course she could not run as near to the
wind a§ a cutter-rigged yacht of the rac-
ing class, but she could do better than the
ordinary cutter.

The wind was off shore and favorable,
so the-White Wings seemed to fly that
morning. The boys found comfortable
positions and enjoyed the sail and the
scenery.

Soon Rockland was left behind, disap-
pearing. fron) view behind the point on
which the hotel sat. And then the Cam-
den mountains began to looim higher and
higher to the north-west.

‘‘We met a warm reception in Rock-
land,’’ said Frank. ‘‘I wonder how it will
be in Camden.”’

‘*By this time the whole town knows
you are coming, Merriwell,’’ declared
Diamond. ‘‘Moslof, the Dartmouth man
who is managing the Camden ball team
has told them, I didn’t suppose anybody
down this way knew anything about the
outside world, but it strikes me that more
people have heard about you in this part
of the country than anywhere else. They
gave you an ovation in Rockland. ‘The
boys down there were crazy when they
found out es were ‘the genuine Frank
Merriwell.’

Frank smiled, for he remembered how
a crowd had followed him along the
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a look at him, and how everybody seemed
to know something about him.

‘It’s just a trifle embarrassing,’’ he
said. ‘“‘If I'd known how it was going to
be, I think I’d taken the trip in dis-
guise.’? w

‘*You ought to feel proud of being so
well-known and popular,’’ said Hodge.

‘*Would you be in my place ?”’

‘‘Thunder! I’d be so embarrassed that
I wouldn’t know what to do.”’ ‘

The sunshine,was bright on the blue
bay. The distant islands looked inviting,
and there was something about the cool
greenness of the woods along the shore
that was soothing to the eyé.

It was not long before Rockport light-
house came into view. Beyond the light
house they saw the narrow harbor and the
village, with the houses seeming to cling
to the heights that surrounded the har-
bor. From the lime kilns rose black
smoke that added to the perene charm
of the scene 7

But Roak port was quickly passed and
Negro Island at the mouth of Camden
harbor was before them. ‘There was a
lighthouse on the island, standing there
like an old woman in a white dress and
black cap.

Now the mountains, seeming to rise
from the very sea, were near at hand
and strikingly beautiful, clothed in their
summer garments of green. On the top of
the nearest mountain stood a hotel with a
high observation tower.

“Boys,” cried Diamond, ‘‘I ‘am going
up there and stop a week !”’

‘‘T wonder how anybody ever gets up
there,’’? grunted Browning. ‘‘I shall not
go if I have to climb.”’ :

‘‘No need to tell us that,’? said Hodge
We knew it.” :

As they came abreast Negro Island two
girls came down on the rocks and waved

handkerchiefs tothem. The boysreturned |

the salute, and Hans Dunnerwust cried: |
‘Vale, uf I ain’d gota mash you vos”

  
  

 

  

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aliar! Ufid vasn’t for gettin’ my feets
vet I vould valk ashore righd avay
kveek alretty. Yaw!’

Then he waved his cap to the girls,
kissed his hands, bowed low with his hand
on his heart, and neatly fell overboard as
Merry suddenly brought the yacht up
closer into the wind.

‘“Oxcuse me uf I staid righd in Cam-
den der rest uf your life,’’ said Hans, as
*he gathered himself up. ‘‘Dalk apout
peaches! Vale, vot peen der madder mit
dose!”?

The others smiled at his enthusiasm.

Passing the island, they came in full
view of the harbor and town. Several
vessels and yachts lay in the harbor.
Amid the trees the tastily painted, red-
roofed cottages were to be seen. Far up
at the head of the harbor rose handsome
brick buildings. Church spires could be
. seen here and there. From the flagstaff of
a hotel on the heights floated the Ameri-
can flag. On the black rocks under the
shadow of the trees that stood far above
the shore was a picnic party, the blue
smoke of their fire rising from their midst.
To the south of the town lay a_ beautiful
cove with a sandy beach. Summer cot-
tages could be seen on the point beyond
the cove. ‘T'o the north of the town was
another cove and a heavily wooded point.
In an opening of the trees on this point
stood white tents.

And over all-hung the mountains, the
village seeming to have clambered up the
side of the nearest one as far as it could
go.

It was a most beautiful and captivating
scene that glorious summer morning, and
it is not strange that stoical Bart Hodge
uttered an exclamation of admiration,
while Frank Merriwell cried:

“Hurrah, fellows! Here we are, and
- from the looks of things, we’ll stay a

while. There looms old Mount Megunti-
cook, and here in the harpor, under its

FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK.

shadow, we will anchor.
you glad you came?’
**VYou bet!’’ cried every one of them.

Boys, aren’t

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TOO WELL KNOWN.

Taking care not to strike one of the
line of ledges that almost closes the
mouth of Camden harbor, they ran in and
dropped anchor. From the rocks the

-picknickers waved white handkerchiefs

They responded in a
similar manner, with a strange lightness
aud exultant feeling in their hearts. Even
3ruce Browning showed enthusiasm, for
he could not help imbibing some of the
spirit of the occasion.

The sails came down with a rattle and
were properly and carefully taken care of,
a task that consumed time. Then every
line was coiled and put in its proper
place, and nothing was neglected, so that
Frank’s orders had been obeyed
everything about the yacht was ship-shape .
and in order.

Not till he had seen things in order did
Frank think of leaving the sloop. ‘Then
he asked who would stay on board and
who wished to go ashore. Diamond and
Hodge were eager to. go ashore. Brown-
ing and Dunnerwust expressed a_willing-
ness to go later, so three of the crew-en-
tered the small boat and pulled away up
toward the distant wharves at the head of
the harbor.

They rowed up to a float beside a
wharf. ‘T’wenty other boats floated about
the platform, and a boy was watching
them.

“(May we land here?’’ asked Frank.

‘‘Well, I dunno,’ said the boy, doubt-
filly: o xe these bo’ts are to let.

and called to them.

when

see,

Might let yourn if some folks come along’
an’ wanted it.”’

The boy grinned as he finished speak-
ing.

‘‘We might come” back and want our

  

 

 

 

 

 
 

boat only to find it gone,’’ said Hodge.
*‘Tet’s not leave it here, Merriwell.”’

The boy gave a jump.

‘“‘What’s your mname?’’ he
shouted, looking straight as Frank.

‘‘Tt’s. Frank Merriwell,’’ was the re-
ply.

‘“‘Rrank Merriwell!’’ yelled the boy,
dancing up and down. ‘‘Whoop! I heard
you was in Rockland! My goodness!
won’t the fellers be tickled to see you in
this town! ‘There ain’t a chap here that
don’t know all about ye! Jest you let me
have yer painter! I'll take care of that
bo’t, an’ there don’t nobody touch it, you
bet !””

‘Thank you,’’ laughed Frank. ‘‘T will

pay you for your trouble.”’

almost

‘‘Not by a jugful! Think I’d take any
pay of you? No, sir-ee! I'd set right
here on this float an’ watch your bo’t for
a week ’thout eatin’ or sleepin’ an’ never
charge you a cent! I never ’spected to
live tosee Frank Merriwell! Oh, Jingoes!
won’t the fellers be glad to see ye!”’

The boy took charge of the boat. Just
then another boy came onto the wharf,
and the boat-boy saw him.

‘Hey, there, Bennie!’’ he yelled.
‘What d’yer know? You can’t guess it
ina year! He’s come!”’

**Who’s come ?’’

‘Frank Merriwell! Here he is!’

The jaw of the boy on the wharf
dropped and he sood staring, open-
mouthed, at Frank. For some moments
he seemed awe-stricken, and then, of a
sudden, he turned and ran asif for his
life, quickly scudding out of sight.

‘‘¥fe acted as if he were scared of you,
Merry,’’ said Diamond.

‘“He’s gone to tell t’other fellers in
town,’’ explained the boat-boy.

‘‘Say,’’ laughed Frank, ‘‘this is get-
ting altogether too interesting! I'd
rather not be so well known.”’

‘‘Well, you can’t help it,’’ said Hodge.

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‘“They’ve all heard of you down this
way.’

“And I had an idea they never heard
of anything away down here!’’ exclaimed
Jack. ‘‘My ideas of this part of the
country are completely upset.’’

‘tT et’s hurry into town,’’ urged Frank.
‘*If we wait, it’s ten to one we’ll be es-
corted by a gang of my admirers. I
haven’t forgotten Rockland.’’

So they left the wharf and hastily
walked up Bay View street. Just as they
reached the bank building at the public
square they saw a dozen small boys
coming down Elm street on the run,
headed by the one who had disappeared
so suddenly from the wharf.

The moment the running boys saw
Metriwell and his companions they
halted and huddled around the leader,
who pointed at the three strangers in the
place, yelling:

‘“'There he is, fellers!”’

Frank laughed outright, and Hodge
and Diamond smiled. The excitement of
the boys had attracted more or less
notice, and the people on the. streets
looked at the three young yachtsmen
with interest.

It was the height of the season at Cam-
den, and the town was literally gorged
with summer visitors from every part of
the country, so the streets presented a
lively appearance. The handsome turn-
outs of Philadciphia and New York
millionaires could be seen, street cars
were funning, bicycles darting hither
and thither, and the pedestrians on the
streets nearly all of them wore clothes
suitable for a summier outing.

After coming up Bay View street,

which in the neighborhood of the wharves

did not present a very attractive appear-
ance, the young yachtsmen were sur-

prised and pleased to come out ‘to the
square, where they could look around—

and see handsoiwne brick blocks and

buildings of which a city might be proud.

   

   
   
  
       
    
 

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But the crowd of excited small boys
attracted attention for the time. They

caine a little nearer, and the leader cried:
‘“Let’s give three cheers for Frank Mer-
riwell! Reddy; now! Yell, fellers, yell!”’
They did! They threw up their hands,
tossed their caps into the air, and yelled
as loudly as they could.
‘*Great- Scott!’ gasped Frank.
what they have done!

“See
Why, everybody
on the street is staring at us!’

It was true. ‘The spectators had been
attracted by the shrill cheers of the small
boys, and they were looking toward the
three embarrassed lads on the corner by
the bank.

A man who was passing stopped and
asked one of the boys why they were
cheering so loudly.

‘‘See that handsome feller there with
the lace on his suit?’ asked the boy,
pointing Frank out.

‘*Ves, I see him.’

‘“Rhat’s Frank Merriwell,’’ declared
the. boy, excitedly and proudly.

‘*Brank Merriwell?’’ repeated the man,
doubtfully. ‘‘Who is he?’’

‘“W at??? yelled the boy, voice and face
expressing the greatest amazement and
scorn. ‘‘Didn’t ye never hear of Frank
Merriwell? W’at’s ther matter with yer?
Why don’t you go die!”’

His contempt was crushing and humil-
iating, and the man passed on, wondering
who in the world Frank Merriwell could
be that he was so well known and famous.

3ut there were plenty of ‘men and
youths who had heard of Merriwell, and
the report that the great Yale pitcher was
in town flew like wildfire. Only the small
boys stared at Frank with absolute rude-
ness, however. ‘Those older looked at
him with interest, but were careful not to
make their attentions embarrassing.

Merry and his friends walked up into
the village, going toward the post office.
‘There were pretty girls on the street, and

soine of them flashed a brief admiring

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glance at the trio of handsome lads in
yachting suits.

The small boys trooped along behind,
talking
Their chatter was amusing to hear.

excitedly among themselves.

“Took here, Jimmy,’’ cried one, in
fierce contradiction of a statement made
by another, ‘‘that you
oughter know it! never got
hits offen
one game!”’

‘‘Rourteen hits!’
derision. ‘‘W’at yer givin’ us, Jimmy!
They never got ten hits offen him in one
game! You better go read up about him!
You’re woozy, that’s w’at’s ther matter
with you!”’

‘“That double shoot of his is w’at
paralyzes ’em,’’? put in another. ‘He
can made ther ball cut all kinds of figgers
in the air.’?

“That’s all right,’’ said Jimmy, sul-
lenly. ‘‘Slatridge sez there ain’t no such
thing as a double shoot. He says that
’riginated in ther mind of some of them
newspaper fellers w’at’s writin’ up stories
‘bout Frank Merriwell.”’

Then there was a howl of scorn from
all the others, and one- shook a finger
under Jimimy’s nose, shouting:

“Slatridge knows it all—in his mind!
That feller’s too tired to play baseball.
He can pitch sometimes, but he don’t git
woke up only when he thinks he’s likely
to lose his job. Don’t you take stock in
evrything he says. °’

‘‘Rellers,’’ said a tall, solemn-looking
boy, out at knees and elbows, ‘‘IP’?d give
a hundred thousan’ dollars to see Frank
Merriwell pitch against Rockland an’ use
his double shoot on ’em.”’

“I'd give more’n that to see it, if I jest
had the price of admission ter git inter
ther game,’’ declared a barefooted boy.

‘“Why don’t Moslof nail him ?’’ fiercely
demanded a freckle-faced youngster. ‘‘If
I was manager of the Camdens, I

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alive if he wouldn’t play ball for me! I
bet Rockland will have him if Moslof
don’t git him.”’ =

“If Rockand gits him Camden might
jest as well crawl right into the smallest
hole she can find and pull the hole in
after her. She won’t never win another
game.’’

The most of this talk could be distinct-
ly heard by Frank and his friends, and it
proved véry amusing.

In the window of the drug store near
the post office hung a printed poster
announcing a gaimeof ball in Camden
that afternoon between Rockland and
Camden. ‘The bill also stated that Rock-
land and Camden were tied for first place
in the Knox County League, so that the
result of one game would put one or the
other team at the head.

‘‘We’ll have to see that game, fel-
lows,’’ said Frank. ‘‘It is evident that
there is pleuty of baseball excitement
down in this part of the country.’’

At this moment two young men came
down from the rooms of the Business
Men’s Association in the Opera House
irilding, and Frank uttered an exclama-
tion of satisfaction:

‘“There are two Dartmouth men,
boys,’’ he said;. ‘Moslof and McDor-
nick. Moslof is managing the Camdens
and playixg third. Let’s go over and see
them.’ .

They walked over to meet the Dart-

mouth men.

CHAPTER III.
FALSE REPORTS.
Moslof seized Frank’s hand and shook

it heartily.

_ That Rockland affair didn’t amount

to anything, after all, did it?’ he asked.
‘‘No,’’? said Merry; ‘‘the chap who

‘caused my arrest skipped out when he

learned that Jack Benjamin, the man I

» bought the yacht of, was in Rockland.

FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER

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He didn’t stay to press the complaint of
theft. He thought Benjamin had gone to
Alaska. It must have been a frighful
shock to him. You’ve met Diamond?
Yes. Let me introduce Bart Hodge.”’

‘“Hodge!’’ cried Moslof. ‘‘You caught
for Merriwell this season? Jove! but you
made a record for a freshman! Iam glad
to know you, Hodge.”’

They*shook hands, and Moslof said:

‘“Here is McDornick, our left fielder,
the biggest little crank on earth and the
best base runner in the Knox County
We need more of
them, too.”’

McDornick shook hands all round,
spluttered a little about the ‘‘beastly
luck,’’? the Camdens had been having,
and ended by swearing that Camden
would ‘‘wipe up the earth’? with Rock-
land before the season was over. He was
very vehement in his expressions.

‘“We’ve been awfully weak in the
box,’’ said Moslof. ‘‘Bascomb, of the
University of Maine, is a good little man,
but he has had poor luck against the

Rocklands. ‘That’s the trouble with our
"pitchers. They are all right against

Thomaston, but they do not work to ad-
vantage against Rockland, and I’J} swear
that Thomaston has the heaviest batting
team.’

“Tt often works that way,’’ said Frank.

“But the worst of it is,’? Moslof went
on, ‘‘Rockland has a pitcher who is a
hoodoo for Camden. He, is pie for
Thomaston, but he makes monkeys of
our inen.”’

‘“‘Who is he?”

‘‘Dayguild, late of the New England
League. Rockfand has found out that he
can play thunder with Camden, and they
hold him back for us all the time. They.
don’t care about Thomaston ; it’s Camden
they want to beat.’’

*“How is it with Camden ?”’

‘*Well,’’ laughed Moslof, ‘‘to tell the
truth, the feeling is just as strong up

  

     
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8 FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK.

here. We’d give our boots to down
Rockland, and we don’t care so such
about Thomaston. I played with Rock-
land last year. They used ine well down
there, but said I couldn’t bat any. That
made meimad. ‘This year for the first
two weeks of our season I led the league
in batting. Iam falling off a little, but
still I am ahead of the average. They are
beginning to change their mind down
there about my batting.’

“‘Well,’? said Merry, ‘‘we are going to
see your game this afternoon. I suppose
it will be pretty hot ?”’

“Hot! You bet! I expect Woods and
Makune, of the disbanded Portlands, here
by noon. We have Williamson, of the
Lewistons, but he has been ill and is not
in the best form. We’re going to do our
best to take the lead again to-day. Woods
is a dandy little pitcher and a fine
fellow.’’

‘“‘But if we had you, Merriwell; we’d
be all right,’? said McDornick. ‘‘Say,
old man, won’t you pitch for us this
afternoon? Makune will cover second,
and we can put Woods anywhere. With
you in the box we can paralyze Rock-
land.”’

Frank shook his head.

‘*Tt’s no use,’’ he said.
with you.”

‘‘T hope the stories that fellow has
been telling about yout are not true,’’ said
Moslof, slowly. .

“What stories?’

‘““Why, he’s been saying that Rockland
had secured you sure—that you came
down into Maine on purpose to pitch for
Rockland. When I told him you had
given me your word to pitch for Camden
if you pitched at all, he laughed in my
face, and said I was easily fooled. He

‘*T can’t play

_ swore that he knew for an absolute fact
that you had signed with Rockland.’’

As Frank listened to this, he flushed
There caime a

dangerous fire into his eyes, and he

laughed in a manner that was a danger
signal for those who knew him best.

‘‘Moslow,’’ he said, ‘‘you. must know
these reports are lies. You must know I
can’t sign a contract, as that would bar
me from college baseball.’’

**T didn’t believe it,’’ said the manager
of the Camdens; ‘‘but there are plenty
who did, and the men who are backing
the club here are sore on me for letting
you get away after helping you -out of
that scrape in Rockland. If Rockland got
you now I’d jump this town in a hurry.’’

‘Don’t let that worry you a bit, old
man. I said I would pitch for Camden if
I pitched at all, and I rather think I am
known as a nan of my word.”’

Moslof seemed relieved.

‘Oh, say !’? exclaimed McDornick, im-
pulsively, ‘‘just pitch this game for us
this afternoon! We’ll sink the knife deep
into Rockland.’’

‘‘T hate to refuse,’’ said Frank “but
I must. What I want to know is sia this
fellow is who has been telling that Rock-
land had me.”?

‘‘Oh, he is a fly chap who is stopping
at the Bay View—a summer boarder.”’

‘What does he look like ?”’

‘*He’sa loud dresser—wears plaids, pink
shirts, lots of rings, loud neckties, and so
forth.”’

‘*What’s he look like in
How old is he?”

‘‘He may be nineteen. His eyes are set
neat pogehie® and he is freckled and foxy
looking.”’

‘‘He’s asneak!’? broke out McDornick,
in his impulsive way. ‘‘I knew it the
first time I saw him.”’

the face?

“Where is the Bay View?’ asked
Merriwell.
‘Right there,’’ answered Moslof,

motioning toward a large building sitting ~

back on the opposite side of the street.
‘This fellow is stopping there?”
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**Don’t know.”

‘*Let’s go over. I want to see that gen-
tleman. I hope we may find him around
the hotel.’’

“Tf you'll punch him [ll pay your
fine!’’ said the hot-headed McDornick,
as they crossed the street.

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. While they had been talking in front
of the Opera House a small boy was stand-
ing near them, his hands clasped and an
ecstatic look of happiness on his face,
while his eyes were not taken off Frank
Merriwell for a moment. When Frank
had. started to cross the street with the
others the boy heaved a sigh.

and looked at the boy in surprise.

‘‘Well, my little man,’’ said the gen-
tleman, ‘‘what is the trouble? You look
as if you had seen a vision.’’

‘I’ve jest seen somebody I never
thought I’d see,’’ said the boy. ‘‘Oh, I’d
like to grow up and be famous like him!
I’d must be fine to be famous.”’

‘*My boy,’ said the gentleman, encour-
: ? a? oD ’
agingly, ‘‘if you live you may bea great

man some day.”’

‘‘T can’t never be like the feller I’ve
just seen.”’

‘Why, who could this wonderful per-
son have been? I didn’t know there was
such a famous man stopping in Camden
at present. Was it the governor of the

State ?”’ an.
: ‘‘Naw! Somebody bigger’n him!’’
es ‘‘A United States Senator, perhaps?”’

‘Senators ain’t in it with this feller!’
“Really! You surprise and interest me.
It could not have been the President of
the United States ?”’ ?
‘Bigger feller than the Prince of
Wales! Oh, if I could grow up to be like
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‘country from New York to San Fran-

A gentlenian who was passing stopped

a bird,

   

   

“Who can this wonderful
person be? Won’t you tell me his name ?’’
‘‘His name is Frank Merriwell, and he
is a lollypolooser! He’s the most won-
derful feller living in the whole world.”’

  
 
  
  
 
  
   
  
  
  
 
 
 
  
 
  
   
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
    
 
    
  
    
 
 
   
  
  
  
   
  
   
  
  
  
 

gentleman.

“Frank Merriwell?’’ repeated the gen-
tleman, in perplexity. ‘‘It’s strange I
never heard of him. What has he ever

done ?’’

*‘Done?’’ cried the boy, excitedly and
enthusiastically. ‘‘What ain’t he done?
He’s traveled round the world, shot pan-
thers and greasers in South America,
gorillas in Africa, tigers in India, ele-
phants in Ceylon, and bears and other crit-
ters out West in this country. Done?
Why, he made a bicycle trip across the

cisco, and he licked everybody that tried
to bother him on the way. Done? Mister,
he goes to Yale college, and he is the
greatest football player in the world! He
pitches on the Yale nine, and he wiped
up the earth with Harvard and Princeton
this spring. Done? If there’s a thing that
feller ain’t done an’ can’t do, I want ter
know it!’’

The gentleman was gasping for breath.

‘*Really,’’ he said, ‘‘a most remarka-
ble person! And you want to grow up and 4
be like him ?”’ :

“If I thought I could—if I ever did,
I’d die happy !”’

“Strange I never heard of this person
before. I don’t believe he is very wel
known.”’

“Now, don’t fool yourself, mister,
He’s known by every boy in the United
States! We’ve all heard of him, and all
the boys down in this town would give
anything to be like him. TI tell you he is

‘‘Where is he now?” | ; t
~ ““He’s just gone over to the Bay View
with Moslof and some other fellers.’’

‘‘Really, I believe I'll have to go over —
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like,’’? and the gentleman crossed the
street toward the hotel.

In the meantime, Frank and his com-
panions entered the hotel in search of the
person who had been circulating the false
reports about Merriwell.

The report that Merriwell was in town
had reached the hotel, and no sooner had
the boys entered the office than the
landlord came forward and greeted them
Moslof introducing Merry and
his two friends.

The landlord proved to bea cordial,
pleasant, gentleman.

‘*Mr. Merriwell,’’ he said, ‘‘you have
caused me no end of trouble,”’

‘‘T have?’ exclaimed Frank,
ished.

‘Ves, ?

‘**How is that?’’

‘“Well, there isn’t a table girl, a
or any other girl in this
house who does not know all about you.
They read those yarns about you so much
that they neglect their business. And,
Mr. Merriwell,’’? with sudden sternness,
‘‘T think you will have to settle with me
for it.’’

‘(All right,’? smiled Frank. ‘‘What is
the bill?”’ ‘

‘“There is no bill.

heartily.

aston-

I mean you have to

settle at this hotel and stay here while

you are in town. There will be no bill.
You shall have the best the house
affords, and it shall not cost you a red

=centy’’

Frank was surprised, but he thanked
the genial landlord, saying:

‘fReally, sir, you are too kind, but we
have everything comfortable on. my
yacht, and the fellows would not like it if
I deserted them.’’

“Then bring. them all here! I’m

crowded, but Pll find room for ycu, if I
have to give up a room myself.”’ 3

He was in earnest, too.
Frank thanked him warmly once more,

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FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUN'LICOOK,

not do, as the White Wings might be
stolen by the party who had attempted to
seize her in the very mouth of Rockland
harbor.

While they were talking a very pretty,
roguish-eyed girl came into the office,
making an excuse that she was there on
some sort of an She cast sly
glances at Frank, for really she was there
to see him.

Of a sudden, the landlord, laughing,
caught her by the arm, and drew her
round, saying:

‘‘Here, Mr. Merriwell, is your greatest
admifer in the house, Miss Phebe Macey.
I heard her say once that she thought
Frank Merriwell the finest fellow in the
world, and she wondered why some of
the Camden boys were not like him.”’

Frank was a little confused, but he
lifted his cap and bowed, saying:

‘‘Miss Macey, I am glad to know I
have such an ardeut admirer here.’’

Phebe was blushing crimson, but the
roguish look was still in her eyes. Never
in all her life had she looked.prettier than
in that moment of excitement and con-
fusion. She lifted her hand and felt it
grasped by Frank, and then, in dismay
she turned and fled, laughing to cover
her agitation. She quickly disappeared,
but her laugh rang in Merriwell’s ears,
for it was quite as bewitching as her
roguish eyes. \

The landlord seemed to enjoy the agi-
tation he had caused the girl, and he
laughed again. In fact, he was quite a

errand.

‘man to-4augh.

He urged Frank to remain to dinner,
and Merry finally consented, although
Jack and Bart, who were likewise invited,
decided to return to the yacht.

While they were talking, of a sudden,
Moslof grasped Merriwell’s arm, saying
in his ear: :

‘“Here’s the fellow you want to see.’

He turned-Frank toward a person who ~

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Merry advanced toward that person, con-
- fronted him, and sternly said:

**So, sir, having failed to injure ime in
other ways, you lave been lying about
me! Well, it’s quite like-you, Snell!’’

‘“Merriwell ??? gasped the other, recoil-

ing and turning pale. ‘‘The dickens!”’

Frank and his old foe, Wat Snell, were |

again face to face.

CHAPTER V.

SWBRELLSe FIER HD.

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**So it’s that sneak who has been tell-
ing yarns!’ grated Bart Hodge. ‘‘I hope
Merriwell will smash him!’’

“If he doesn’t, I will!’? muttered Jack
‘Diamond. ‘I thought we-had seen the
last of him when we left Fardale.”’

‘*T hoped so,’’ confessed Hodge.

‘But I can’t have a fight here,’’ said
the landlord, firmly. ‘‘It won’t do.”’

He seemed on the point of interfering
between Frank and Wat, but Hodge said:

*‘A word to Metriwell is enough, Mr.
Drayben. He will bé careful not to cause
you any trouble.’’

Mr. Drayben saw that Merriwell was
holding himself in reserve, and he felt a
sudden curiosity to know what would
pass between the enemies who had met
there in his hotel, so he did not speak to
Frank at once.

‘‘Where is your fine friend, Mr. Parker
Flynn, who you aided in your piratical
attempt to seize my yacht?’ asked Frank.

Snell swallowed down a lump in his
throat and made an effort to recover his
composure. :

“The yacht belongs to Mr. Fiynn,’’ he
said, huskily, his voice betraying his
craven sirit.

‘You know better than that! If so,
why didn’t Flynn remain in Rockland
and push the case against me? Why did
he suddenly take to his heels when he
learned that Benjamin, from whom I

bought the White Wings, was in Rock-
land ?”’

‘*Business called him back to Boston,”’
faltered Snell,

‘‘And-business called you otit of Rock-
land in a lhurry, too. But you stopped too
soon. It would have been better for you
if you had kept on going.’’

Snell understood Merriwell’s meaning
and he quailed before the flashing eyes of
the boy he had slandered.

‘‘Oh, you can’t scare me with your
threats!’’ he declared, in a weak manner.
‘*1’m not afraid of you, Mr. Frank Merri-
well.’?

‘Tf you had kept still about me,’’ said
Frank, ‘I should not have known yon
were in this town, but you tried to hurt
me in a mean, contemptible manner, and
I found you out.’’

‘‘Never tried to hurt you in any
manner.’’

‘‘How about the lies you have been
circulating concerning me?’ é

**T don’t know what you mean.”’

‘“¥es; you’ do.”

“IT swear I do'not.”?

‘You have been telling that I have
signed a contract with Rockland.’?

‘*Well, haven’t vou ?’’

‘You know I have not! You know I
would not do such a thing for any money,
as it would disqualify me for the Yale

team. But I fancy I see through your
crooked game. You thought I might

pitch for Rockland because you knew
they would offer me more money than
Camden possibly could. You judged me
by yourself, and you knew you would
sell yourself to do anything for money.
You sought to turn the college men. here
against me, so they would carry back the
report to their colleges that I had played
for money under a signed contract. Then
I would be debarred from the Yale team,
and your revenge would be complete.
Oh, I cane read you, Snell—I know the
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wholly crooked and wholly contemptible.
What you deserve is a good coat of tar
and feathers!’

Frank’s plain words. had drawn a
crowd about them, and Drayben aw it
would not do not to interfere, as the talk
could be heard in the parlors.

‘‘This will have to stop,’’ he said,
firmly. ‘‘I can’t have any more of it in
my hotel.’’

‘‘He is to blame for it all,’’ whined
Snell.

The landlord gave him a look of con-
tempt.

‘Ido not blame him for anything,”’
he declared. ‘‘I know you have told the
stories he claims. My only wonder is that
he did not knock you down on sight.”’

‘‘I might have done so,’’ said Frank,
‘*Lut I was ashained to soil my hands on
the fellow.”’

At this, thinking he was not in danger
of immediate personal violence, Snell be-
caine suddenly bold.

‘“’That is well enough to tell,’’ he said;
‘but no one will believe it. You will
find that you can’t crowd me, Mr.
Merriwell.”’

‘*T don’t want to crowd you, but I
‘want you to keep your mouth closed as
far as Iam concerned. If you try to cir-
culate any more lies about me, I shall
forget that you are a whining cur with-
out a spark of courage in your whole
body, and I shall give you the drubbing
you deserve.’’

‘*Bah!”? cried Snell.

‘As I have discovered the sort of a
person you are,’’ said Mr. Drayben,
quietly but sternly, ‘SI do not care to
keep you in my hotel another hour.’’

‘What?’ gasped Snell. ‘‘What do you
mean ?”’

‘‘T mean that you are to pack up and
- get out at once.”’

“But you ¢an’t turn me out in that
- manner. This is a public house, and you
have no right to turn me out like that!’

FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK.

  

‘“‘T have the right to refuse to keep ras-
cais and crooks in my house, sir. It is
my duty to protect my guests by turning
out such persons when their true char-
acter is discovered. You will get out as
soon as you can.’’

‘*Do—do—do you dare call me a rascal
and a crook?’’ gurgled Snell. ‘‘Take
care, sir!’’ shaking his finger at the land-
lord. ‘‘My father is arich man. He is at
the head of the Yokohaina and Manhat-
tan Tea Company, Mr. Drayben, and he
will make you regret it if you turn me
out of your old hotel!”’

‘I don’t care if your father is the
Mikado of Japan or the Mayor of New
York!’’? came from the landlord, who
flushed with anger when Snell shook a
finger at him; ‘‘you will get out of this
house in a hurry just the same.’

‘You can’t turn me out till after
dinner |”?

‘*Can’t I! We’ll see about that!’’

‘*But it’s almost dinner time now.’’

‘“That makes nv difference. You can’t
eat another meal here. Settle and git!’

It was a terrible humiliation for Snell,
but he found there was no appeal, and he
was forced to settle his bill, pack his
traveling bag, and leave the hotel with-
out his dinner.

“‘T have not liked the appearance of
the fellow from the start,’? said Mr.
Drayben. ‘‘He talked too much. If he
stayed in the house another week he
would have driven away some of my best
guests. You have done mea favor, Mr.
Merriwell, by giving me an excuse for
getting rid of him.’’

‘‘He’s a  revéngeful sneak,’’ said
Frank. ‘‘He’ll try to get even with me
some way.’’

Jack and Bart decided it was time for
them to return to the yacht, and so they
left Merriwell at the hotel, surruunded
by several members of the Camden ball
teain, who had come in to see him.

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bers of the team as they appeared, and
, Merry shook hands with Slatridge and
7 Putbury, the principal battery of the nine,
: _ two men who were red-headed, freckled,
: | slow of movement, slow of speech, and
1 who looked so much alike that, in their
| uniforms, one was often mistaken for the
| | other. Cogern, the centre fielder of the
team, was another big fellow, who was

: for that very reason. Williamson proved
- to be tall and thin, but ‘‘Pop’’ had a

phd reputation as a pitcher anda hitter. On
account of his illness he had not been

| able to pitch since joining the Camdens,
| and so he was covering first base. Mower
: was a professional, and a good man when
he attended to business. He played short.
Bascoinb, a little fellow with a swagger
i and a grin that. showed sonie very. poor

teeth, was change pitcher with Slatridge.

Frank looked the men over. They
were a clean-looking set of ball players,
and he was favorably impressed with
; them.

 

‘““Why, you seem to have a strong

| team here,’’ he said to Moslof. ‘‘I fancied

i by what I heard down in Rockland that
; ) you had a lot of farmers.”’

4 ‘“They know better than that!’’ ex-

4 claimed the manager of the Camdens,

: , flushing. ‘‘We gave them a shock by

: Winning from them in our opening game.

. : They thought they had a snap. ‘They

; have been hustling since ‘then, but we

; : held the lead for along time. Now we

are tied with them for first place, and

’ _ this game to-day decides who holds the

position. If Woods and Makune arrive

| on the twelve o’clock car, we’ll try to

7 & give Rockland a surprise this afternoon.”?

‘*Woods is a pitcher, isn’t he?’

: ‘‘He is, and he’s a good man, too, but

} _ his arm is not in the best condition. He

hurt it a few weeks ago, and it hasn’t got

| back yet. All the same, he says he will

pitch for us this afternoon—telephoned
ae to that effect. He’s on the level, and

   

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he wouldn’t want to pitch if he- didn’t
think he could win.”’

‘‘“Then I don’t see why you want any-
thing of me,’’ smiled Frank.

‘Woods can play any position,’’ said
Moslof, quickly. ‘‘With you in the box,
we’d have the strongest nine ever seen in
this State.”

‘“You have started my baseball blood
to boiling,’’ laughed Merry; ‘‘but I think
I’]1] keep my head cool and not play.’’

At this moment some one announced
that the twelve o’clock car was coming,
and all hurried out to see if Woods and
Makune were on it.

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CHAPTER. VI.
THE RESCUE OF PHG:BE.

They were. They were met by Moslof,

who shook hands with them and then
introduced them to Merriwell.
‘*What?’? exclaimed Makune. ‘‘ Frank

Merriwell, the Yale man ?’’

‘The same,’’ confessed Frank.

‘‘Why, Portland tried to get you two
weeks ago, but couldn’t get track of you.
Moslof, you did. a good trick when you
nailed Merriwell.”’

‘‘But I haven’t nailed him,’’ said the
manager of the Camdens.. ‘‘I’ve tried
every way possible to get him. Heis
stopping here on his own yacht.”’

Woods did not seem to be much ofa
talker, but when he shook hands with
Merry, many in the crowd noticed a strong
resemblance between them. Merriwell
was the taller and darker. Woods was
very quiet in his manner, and he im-
pressed the observer favorably at a glance.
He had the. air of a gentleman, even
though he was a professional ball player.

That day Woods, Makune, Moslof and
Merriwell dined together at the Bay
View, and Frank told himself that never
had he met a pleasanter set of fellows.
There was something about Woods that
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manner. ~ Frank had not known him an
hour before he felt as if they were old
friends.

‘Do you think you can win from
Rockland this afternoon, Walter ?’’ asked
Moslof.

‘“‘T can try,’’ said Woods, quietly.

‘“Win!’? exclaimed Makune. ‘‘Why he
is sure to win! If you have the team you
say you have, we’ll eat Rockland.”’

‘““How’s your arm, Walter?’ asked
Moslof.

“I think it’s all right,’’ assured Woods.

“Allright! cried Makune. ‘‘Of course
it’s all right! Never was better. You
didn’t hurt it much anyway, Walt.’’

‘“‘Ves, I did,’? declared Woods, truth-
fully. ‘‘I thought I had killed it, and I
reckoned that my ball playing days were
over. I didn’t care much, either. If it
hadn’t been for you, Makune, I’d quit
anyway.”’

“Oh, you’re too sensitive!’’ chuckled
Makune. ‘‘You see, gentlemen, Walter
doesn’t drink a drop, doesn’t smoke,
chew or swear, won’t play cards for
money, in fact, nasn’t a single vice. The
fellows jolly him about it, and it makes
him sore.’’

Frank’s sympathy was with Woods at
once. ;

After dinner Woods and Makune went
to their rooms to change their clothes,
and Merry went out to stroll through the
town. |

Frank found himself stared at in a
manner that was rather embarrassing. In
the candy store opposite the Bay View
were a number of girls who seemed to be
watching for him toappear. ‘They did
not try to flirt with him, but it was
obvious that every one of them was ‘‘just
_dying’’ for a fair look at him.

Frank walked down through town and
strolled up onto High street as far as the
handsome stone mansion known as ‘‘Villa
Norembega.’’ Here he was at the very

base of the mountains, and he could look
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out over the harbor and the bay. The
view was the most beautiful his eyes had
upon, he stood there
gazing upon it for a long time. Down in
the harbor, amid the other yachts, the
White Wings lay at anchor, and his keen
eyes could detect figures, moving about on
her deck. ,

‘‘Jingoes!’’ thought Merry. ‘‘This is a
lovely spot. I wonder more people do not
coine here summers. There can’t be any-
thing more beautiful at Bar Harbor.’’

He walked back into town, and, on
the corner near Wiley’s market, he met
McDornick and Cogern, who were in
their ball suits. He paused to chat with
them a moment.

‘‘We’ll have a mob up from Rockland
this afternoon,’’ said Cogern. ‘*They
know we’ve got Woods and Makune.”’

‘*Perhaps they won’t come for that
very reason,’’? said McDornick. ‘‘They
may not want to see their team beaten.
We'll give them fits to-day.’

‘‘Baseball is something you can’t de-
pend on,’’ said Frank, warningly. ‘‘Don’t
be too sure of winning. I have seena
strong teain lose just because it was too
confident.’ ?

‘If we had you this afternoon we
couldn’t lose,’’ declared Cogern.

‘That is not certain,’’ smiled Merry ;
*‘but I guess you are all right anyway.”’

‘Here comes the two o’clock car from
Rockland,’’? said McDornick. ‘*Wonder
if it brought up any rooters??”’

The car was coming down around the
curve, the motorman letting it run with-
out power, as the grade was rather steep
there.

Of a sudden, Cogern uttered a cry, and
Frank heard a sound that caused him to
whirl about instantly.

On the track directly in front of the
on-coiming car, a young girl had fallen
from her bicycle. She seemed to be
stunned, and the car was rushing upon
her swiftly, although the frantic motor- |

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man was banging the gong and twisting
away at the brake with all his strength.

‘Cries of horror went up from twenty
persons who witnessed the downfall of
the girl, for it looked as if the car must
pass directly over her.

Quick Frank Merriwell
sprang to save the imperilled girl: Two
panther-like bounds took him to the car-
track, and he stooped to lift her.

Again there were cries of horror, for it
seemed that the car must knock him
down, and that two lives instead of one
would be crushed out beneath the wheels.
Women on the street turned their heads
away that they might not witness tlie
awful tragedy.

It did not seem that Frank paused in
his rush, although he stooped, caught
hold of the girl, lifted her and bore her
on. He snatched her upin a manner that

as thought

. utterly bewildered every person who wit-
‘nessed the act, and then, as the car

seemed sure to strike him, with one of
those wonderful leaps, he cleared the
track, holding the girl in his arms.

He felt the car brush his elbow, but.
that was all. He was not harmed, and
the girl was safe in his arms,,although
her wheel was crushed beneath the
wheels of the car.

People came rushing toward them
from all directions, but Frank did not
mind them at that moment. He looked
down at the pale face of the panting girl.

“Miss Macey !?? he exclaimed. —

It was the pretty, roguish-eyed girl to
whoin he had been introduced by Land-
lord Drayben.

‘ “Vou are not hurt, are you ?”’ he asked,

“No,”’ she faintly whispered, a bit of
color coming back to her face; ‘‘but you
saved me from being killed, Mr. Merri-
well.’

**Well,’? Frank was forced to confess,
get you away just in
time. ”?

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FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK,

her eyes.

‘*Simashed.”’

‘Oh, Pm so sorry!
would be that than myself.
Mr. Merriwell.”’

“fam happy to do so much for you.
My only regret is that I was not able to
save your wheel, too.’’

‘You did all you could,’’ she said, a
bit of the roguish light coming back to
‘‘T did’t suppose you would
do so much for me, a stranger.”’

‘‘Y’m always ready to do anything in
my power fora pretty girl,’’ said Merry,
softly, with laughing seriousness.

‘Then pitch for the Camdens this
afternoon,’’ murmured Phebe. ‘‘Will
you?”

Frank was thrown into consternation,
for he saw he was trapped.

‘*Tt’s too late now,’ he said.
has decided to pitch Woods.
again to pitch, 171] do it.” :

By this time they were surrounded by
the crowd.
Phebe if she were hurt, or were loudly
praising Merriwell for his prompt action
in going to her rescue.

‘‘Tet me escort you to the hotel,’’ said
Frank. ‘‘I will return and see about your
broken wheel.’’

“Tf you will be so kind,’’ she mur-
mured.

Then, with her clinging to his arm,
they walked toward the hotel.

But I’d rather it

Thank you,

‘“Moslof
If asked

A dozen men were asking

It seemed >

   

that two hundred persons knew what.

had happened. A score of girls saw Phebe
Macey clinging to Frank’s arm, and,
even though she had lost her bicycle
beneath the wheels of the car, she was
envied by them all. : .

CHAPTER VII.
QUICK WORK.

A steady stream of men, women, boys

and gitls were pouring in at the entrance
of the Camden ball ground, which lay in
a most picturesque location directly at the ;

   
  
    
  
    
      
    

16

foot of the mountains. It was plain_that
the greatest crowd of the season had
turned out to witness the struggle which
should place either Rockland or Camden
at the head of the Knox County League.

The grand stand filled rapidly. It was
a hot afternoon, but there was a draught
through the grand stand, so that the
upper seats were comfortable. Beyond
the dusty diamond the green woods
looked cool and inviting.

The ball ground was on an elevated
spot, from which a view of the village
and bay could be obtained. Winding
through the distant line of woods the
river might be seen. Away to the west
loomed a range of purple mountains.

Dressed in their scarlet uniforms, the
Camdens were on the field practicing.
Although Bascomb was going to be on
the bench that afternoon, he was warm-
ing up as if he expected to go into the
box. He had cast aside cap and sweater,
and was pitching all kinds of shoots toa
young chap he had found willing to catch
him. Woods was batting to the in-field,
but somebody was needed to give the out-
field some work. Merriwell was called for
by McDornick.

Frank was leaning on the rail down
near the peanut stand, Diamond, Hodge,
Browning and Dunnerwust being with
him. ‘The entire party had left the yacht
to witness the game of ball, but the
White Wings was being watched bya
young man on another yacht that lay
neat her.

‘*Where’s Frank Merriwell?’’ cried
McJornick from the field. ‘‘Let him
knock out some sky scrapers for us.’”

Moslof’ asked Merriwell to bat some to
the out-field, and so Frank tossed aside
his yachting jacket and advanced toward
the plate.

_ There was a sudden burst of applause
from the grand stand and it went all

F _, round the ground, bringing a hot flush to
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FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK.

  

‘‘I wish they wouldn’t do that!’’ he
muttered.

Surely he was a handsome looking
fellow in his yachting suit. He selected
a bat, and then, without any apparent
effort, drove out a high liner for Cogern
in deep centre. He gave the fielders all
the work they wanted.

““Here come the Rocklands!”’

A xreat crowd was coming up the road,
in the van of which could be seen the
boys in gray from the Limerock City.
The Rockland rooters had not been
frightened away by the report that Woods
and Makune would play with Camden.
They were coming in a body to whoop
and yell and growl for their team—yes,
to fight for it, if necessary.

They poured into the ground. All the
available standing room was taken, and
the crowd overflowed so that it encroached
upon the field. ‘Phe Camdens came in
and let their opponents have the field for
practice.

‘*Rellows,’’ smiled Frank, as he joined
his friends, ‘‘this is going to bea hot
afternoon.’’

‘fAli of that,’? nodded Hodge. ‘‘It’s
plain there is an intense feeling of rivalry
between these two towns.”’

‘Say, fellows,’’? put in Jack Diamond,
‘‘T haven’t stopped wondering yet.’’

‘What about?’’’ asked Frank.

‘This part of the country. You told
me we would have sport down here, but
I never expected anything like this.
Why, there’s rivers of sporting blood in
this section! How do they get together
such ball teams? Camden must pay
Mower big: money, or he would be on one
of ‘the big leagues. They must have
coughed liberally to Woods and Makune,
‘for either of those two fellows could get
into a big league. Rockland has a full
salaried team, and they say she pays her
men two hundred and fifty dollars a week
all told.
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‘They don’t go into anything half-

way down here,’’ siniled Merry. ‘‘I fancy
the ball team is a good thing for Camden.
It advertises the town, as all the gaines
ate reported in the Boston dailies, and it
attracts summer visitors. A good per-
centage of the spectators here now are
stumimer people.’’

The Rockland team began practice.
They appeared more like professionals
taken the Camdeuns,

nearly all of whom seemed college lads.

as a whole than

Practice was over in a short time, and
then the home team prepared to go to bat
first, and the umpire took his position
and called ‘‘play.”’

Although the Rockland ‘‘rooters’’ were
on hand to shout for their team, the fact
that Camden had Woods and Makune
make them cautious about offering bets. In
fact, two of Rockland’s principal ‘‘sports’’
were seeking to put money on Camden,

but could not find takers without giving
odds.

_ Dayguild, Rockland’s champion
pitcher, the man held in reserve for
‘Camden, was sent into the box. He had

seemed to hoodoo Camden, and the Rock-
landites hoped he would keep up the
good. work.

Some Thomaston men who had come
over to see the game stopped near Merri-
well and his party and laughed over the
‘snap’? Camden would have that day.
One of them was telling the others how
easy it was to rattle Dayguild and break
his courage by hitting him hard and put-
ting two rattling coachers on~..the line to

keep him ‘‘up in the air.’? Frank did not

miss a word of this talk. <<

‘‘Pop’? Williamson was the first man
to go to bat for Camden. He stood up at

Day -

‘‘Pop, you’re easy.’”’
‘‘Pop’’ laughed back, observing:

“1 have to be easy with you, Gil, or

FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK.

    

17

 

I’d show you up, and you would lose
your job.”’

““That’s what I call
Merriwell, in appreciation.

wit!’ exclaimed
‘*Pop is all

tight. He'll get a hit.”
He did. He cracked out Dayguild’s

first ball for an easy single, and laughed
at the Rockland pitcher as he trotted
down to first.’’

‘Thought I wouldn’t put it into the
woods this time, Gil,’’ he said.

‘“That’s a good start to rattle Dayguild
if they would get after him,’’ said a
Thomaston man.

But Camden made the mistake of split-
ting her coachers, putting one at third
and one at first, and the men did not
‘‘open up’’ in a way to get the Rockland
pitcher on the string.

Putbury, or ‘‘Old Put,’’ followed
Williamson. He was a left-hand hitter,
and a good man, but Dayguild managed
to give him the ‘‘evil eye’’ and struck
him out.

“‘l’m afraid you won’t get away from
first, Pop,’’ said Dayguild, winking at
Williamson in a tantalizing manner.

‘‘Oh, there’s lots of time,’’ returned
the runner, calmly.

Cogern followed Putbury. He fanned
twice, and then he cracked out a daisy-
cutter that looked like a safe hit, for it
got past the pitcher and was going direct-
ly over second, with Smithers, the base-
man, playing away off.-

But Smithers was a little fellow who
could cover ground wonderfully. How he
ever reached second as soon as the ball
and gathered it in was a-marvel, but he
did the trick with an ease that brought
an exclamation of admiration from Mer-
riwell.

As he picked the ball off the ground
Smithers touched second and put Wil-
liamson out.
and sent the ball whistling to first.

Rockland’s first baseman smothered it
with ease before Cogern could get much —

Then he whirled like a cat

   
 

18 FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK,

more than half-way down the line, and a

double play had been made, which re-
tired Camden with a whitewash as a
starter.

vf CHAPTER VIII.

{

FIRST BLOOD FOR CAMDEN.

What a wild howl of satisfaction went
up from the throats of the Rockland
rooters! How they hammered on
railing and yelled! Their satisfaction was
unlimited, for they had not dreamed
there could be such a happy termination
of the Camden’s half of the first inning.

‘‘Sorry for you, Pop,’’ grinned Day-
guild.

“Tt’s a good thing for you there was a

man like Sinitlers on second,’’ returned
Williamson. ‘‘It was a clean case of
luck.”

At this Dayguild laughed derisively,
walking in to the bench.

Camden took the field. Woods stripped
off his sweater and went into the box.
He was a clean, fine-looking fellow in
his suit. He had warmed up a little, and
now he tossed a few to Williamson, who
was on first. 2

Smithers, the captain of the Rocklands,
was the first man to go to the plate. He
was known to be a most remarkable little

hitter, without a weak point that any.

pitcher had been able to discover.

Woods looked Smithers over and then
sent in a swift one that the little man let
pass.

The umpire called a ball.

OW threw”? exclaimed
‘“That’s what I call speed.’’

‘*You don’d peen aple to seen dot pall
ad all, eh?’ cried Hans.

‘‘Merry,’’? said Bart, ‘‘Wouds is the
first fellow lever saw who reminded me
of you in the box.”?
| Smithers went after the next ball, but
fouled it over the fence, and a new ball

Diamond.

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was put into play. Again and again he
fouled,
‘‘You are finding him,’’. cried the

Rockland rooters.

At last Smithers hit it fairly on the
trade mark and sent it out into right field
for a single.

The Rockland crowd was delighted.

‘“Why, Woods is easy!’ they roared.

Woods was not ruffled in the least.
When the ball was thrown in, he entered
the box with it immediately, and then
suddenly snapped his left foot out and
shot the ball over to first.

Smithers saved. himself by a_ hair’s
breadth.
part of the umpire.

“Did you get onto that motion with
Hodge. |
‘‘It’s Merriwell exactly! Why, the fel low.
appears more and more like you, Frank!”? |

his foot??? came eagerly from

‘THA s so,’? grunted Browning.
Edwards, Rockland s shortstop, fol-
lowed Sinithers at bat.

stocky, red-headed fellow, inclined’ to

swagger and make more or less unneces-
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sary talk, but a good ball player and a

hard hitter.
“Don’t let him catch you, Smit! eed
“PH land you on third.’ _
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rate, and he did not believe Edwards)
could keep his word. While standing
carelessly in the box, he gave a hitch at
his pants with both hands, the right hand
holding the ball, and then sent a scorcher
over the plate so quickly that Edwards
was not prepared and did not-offer at it. .
‘One strike,’’ decided the umpire. ;
‘“That’s the way to fool ’em on the first)
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The Camden crowd howled its delight.

**That’s the stuff, Woodsie!’’ yelled a
voice, ‘‘Leave Smithers on first, same as
they left Williamson.’’

“He can’t do it, you know!” sung
back a Rockland rooter.
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that Woods would use a straight swift
ball and try to cut a corner of the plate.
Woods seemed to send the ball with all

the strength he could command, but,

strange to say, it lingered in the air, and,
too late, Edwards saw it was a slow one.
The big shortstop bit at it. He smashed
at it with all his strength, and he hit the
ball with the tip end of his bat. The

~coacher had sent Smithers for second on

that ball when it left Wood’s hand. It
was too late to stop him when they saw
the ball popped up into the air as an easy
in-field fly.

Makune called out that he would take

it, and ran in underit. Edwards, who

had a lame knee, ran as if sprinting for

his life. The ball hung in the air a long
time, while Makune stood under it, wait-
ing for it to come down.

When it did come down it created one
of the sensations of the day, for it dropped
into Makune’s hands and fell out. There
Was a roar of astonishment that this crack
In-fielder of the New England League
should drop a ball like that. Makune was

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first on picking it up, Edwards was out
on an infield fly, even though he had
reached the base ahead of the ball.

The umpire knew his business, how-
ever, and did not get rattled. He knew
that the rules declared a batter was out
on an in-field fly that could be handled,
providing there was a runner on first;
even though the fielder dropped the ball
for the purpose of luring the man off first.
3ut Smithers had left first before Ed-
wards struck the ball and was well on his
way to second, while Makune had not
dropped the fly as a trick, but because he
could not hold it. The umpire decided
that Smithers had stolen second and Ed-
wards was safe on first, which caused the
Rockland crowd to go wild with satisfac-
tion. while the Camdenites groaned in
dismay, those who did not understand the
point in the game declaring it was an
outrage and those who did feeling that
the umpire understood it too well to be
fooled.

Gulsiver, Rockland’s centrefielder, was
the next batter. He went after the second
ball and found it, knocking it straight at
Mower. Mower was an erratic player,
and, on this occasion he stopped the ball,
but he chased it around his feet long
enough to permit Gulsiver to get first
safely, and Sinithers and Edwards moved
up a base each.

- The bags were full!

‘““"That’s a hard start for Camden,”
said Frank Merriwell, feeling his sym-
pathy go out toward the boys in red.

‘*Dot Voods don’d seein to peen doin’
a great deal mit der Rocklandt poys,”’
observed Hans.

‘It’s not Wood’s fault,’’ declared
Merry. ‘‘Snvthers is the only man who
has secured a hit off him.”’

If Woods was worried or disgusted, he
did not betray it. He continued to pitch
coolly and deliberately, for al] the yelling
of the Rockland crowd and the chinning
of the coachers.

   
 

     

20 FRANK MERRIWELL

He struck out the next m an, and fol-
lowed that up by causing Hainmond, the
fifth batter, to put up a low in-field fly,
which Woods looked after himself and
caught.

Then it was Camden’s turn to howl
again, for, although the bases were full,
two men had been sent to the bench in a
minute by the cool little pitcher in
crimson.

‘his looks better,’’ said Merriwell,
beginning to smile again. ‘‘I’ll bet some-
thing Rockland does not score.”’

Shaddock was the next man at bat.
Woods fooled him on a wide curve and a
swift in-shoot. Then Shaddock got mad
and nearly broke his back hitting the ball.

The ball struck the ground near the
home plate and rolled lazily down toward
third. Smithers had started for home,
and Woods started for the ball. As he
passed the ball, Smithers tried to kick it
aside, even though he was taking chances
of being seen by the umpire in doing
the trick. He failed to touch it, however,
and, the next instant, Woods gathered it
up with one hand, taking it as he ran
directly from first base. Simithers was
betweefi him and the plate, and he could
not see the catcher. He did not hesitate
a fraction of a second, he did not even
pause to straighten up, but, in a stooping
position, he swuug his arm low and sent
the ball, whistling to first. Spectators
afterward declared that at no time was
that ball more than two feet above the
ground. It went straight to first, William-
son gathered it in, and the Rocklands
were out without scoring.

Then such a roar went up to the
heights of old Megunticook! The old
mountain inust have fancied that the In-
dian warriors of long, long years ago
had returned and were holding a mighty
pow-wow down there in its shadow.

Men and- boys were frantic. They
hammered each other on the back, they
flung their hats into the air. Women
screained with joy and waved their hand-
kerchiefs. And Woods—just then he was
the hero of the moment. Scores of pretty
gitls were hugging each other and de-
-elaring that he was ‘‘just perfectly
lovely.’’ But he was as cool and unruffled
as ever, seemingly utterly deat to the
roars of applause.

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‘‘T guess Camden is all right after all,”
laughed Merriwell.

‘“‘Woods is a dandy,’’ said Diamond.

‘“Mhey do not need me to pitch for

them to-day,’’ declared Frank.

Dayguild grinned and chewed gum as
he entered the box and faced little Mc-
Dornick, champion base runner of the
Camdens. McDornick was palpitating
with eagerness to hit the ball. He hated
to let the first one pass, although Day-
guild sent in a wide teaser. He went for
the second one, and hammered it out for
two bags, although with an ordinary run-
ner it would have been no more thana
pretty single.

**Gil, you’re pie,’
son, from the bench.

‘‘You will find him hot pie before the
game is over,’’ said a Rockland man.

Moslof went to bat. Jie was eager also
—far too eager, for he struck at the first
ball, although it was not within reach.
3ut McDornick stole third on it, reaching
the bag in advance of the ball by a beau-
tiful long slide.

Then Moslof batted one down to Hd-
wards and was thrown out at first.

Mower came next. Sometimes he was
a hitter. ‘This was not one of the times.
He fanned out, and still McDornick was
shivering on third.

Makune faced Dayguild. It was not
for the first time, as he had faced hiin
many times before in the New England
League. Although Makune was not a
heavy hitter, he had done remarkable
work the first of the season, and Dayguild
was afraid of him.
his arm, the Rockland pitcher turned to
observe the positions of the men in the
field. His back was toward McDornick.

There was a shout of warning from the
crowd, and Dayguild whirled to see a
figure in crimson shooting toward the
plate like a streak of fire.

It was McDornick attempting to steal
home!

The nerve of the act dazed Dayguild
for a moment, and then he threw the ball
to the catcher, thinking to put out the
runner with ease. .

The catcher dropped it!

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dodged away before the catcher could
pick up the ball.
Camden had scored!

CHAPTER IX.
TRIUMPHANT ROCKLAND.

roar! The crowd went

The black cliffs above
flung back the burst of sound. It seemed
enough to wake the dead in the distant
cemetery under the slope of Battie. It
was heard far down in the heart of the
town, and it brought more spectators
hurrying to the ball ground.

Williamson sat on the bench
laughed tauntingly at Dayguild,
was flustered and excited.

‘‘Now, if they know how to do the
trick, they can win the game in this in-
ning,’’ said a Thomaston man.

But Makune was not in good form, and
he rolled one down to third, being thrown
out at first, which retired Camden with
one score.

But Woods pitched wonderful ball the
next inning, and Rockland was given
another whitewash.

By this time Dayguild had recovered
his composure, and he pitched so well
that Slatridge, Woods and Williamson

went out in quick succession.

‘Then came a fatal half for Camden.
Merriwell had seen Woods feeling of his
elbow and working it as if it did not feel
just right, and he was not surprised when
Rockland fell to batting the new pitcher
of the Camdens.

‘*Moslof ought to take Woods out,”’
Frank said to Diamond. ‘‘He has hurt
that lame arm already.”’

‘‘VYou must be wrong Merry,’’ said the
Virginian. ‘‘See the speed he is using.
Why, I can’t hardly see the ball as it
goes over the plate.’’

“Speed is all he is using,’’ declared
Merriwell, ‘‘and Rockland is eating
speed. He can’t use his curves, as it
hurts his arm to do so.”’

Roar, roar,
wild with joy.

and
who

Now the Rockland crowd had a chance

to yell and laugh and cheer, for, although
Woods seemed to be pitching good ball,
the ‘‘Limeburners’’ had donned their
“batting clothes,’’? and were hitting any-
thing and everything. The fielders were

&

kept busy, and Rockland players chased
each other round the bases till six scores
had come in.

‘‘T said Moslof ought to take Woods
out,’’ said Merriwell, soberly. ‘‘The
game is lost now.”’

‘‘Woods can’t be the
thought he was,’’ said Diamond,
appointment.

‘*Woods is all right if he doesn’t spoil
that arm,’’ asserted Frank. ‘‘If he sticks
to professional bal] and’ takes care of his
arm, he’l]l be in the National League be-
fore many years.’?*

At last, Woods struck out the third
man, and oct tata was retired, but not
till she had secured a lead of five scores.

Dayguild laughed at Williamson as he
went into the box.

‘It’s all over now,’’ he declared.
““Camden is buried.”’

‘“You can’t tell about that,’’ returned
Williamson. ‘‘You have had your turn,
ours will come.’’

But it did not come that day, although

Woods pitched the game out and held
Rockland down so that she obtained but
one more score. The game finally ended
seven to five in favor of Rockland.
- A more delighted crowd than the
rooters from the Limerock city could not
be found. They guyed every Camdenite
they knew. ‘They declared that Camdén
was a snap for Rockland, and always
would be asnap. ‘They were insolent in
their satisfaction and delight.

Down into town ruslied the Rockland-
ites. ‘They bought every tin horn they
could find, and at least a dozen cow-bells.
They bought. tin pans and drummed on
them with sticks. They bought brooims
and paraded with them to indicate that
they had swept Camden clean. They
made a frightful racket in the very heart
of the village, and their scornful remarks
about Camden and Camdenites in general
were of a nature to arouse the anger of
any inhabitant of the town at the foot of
the mountains.

* A prophecy that has come true, as Walter Woods,
with Springfield in the Eastern League last season,
has been signed by. Chicago, and will be given a tr ial
on the Chicago National League team this year. He
can play any position on the diamond, and is one of
the cleanest men in. the busiuess. Not long ago he
ete on the Camden team of the Knox County

eague in the State of Maine. Sockalexis, the Indian
player, who was with the Clevelands last season, and
who created a sensation wherever he appeared, also
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22 FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK,

At last the cars from Rockland came,
three of them being required to handle
the crowd. They piled on and went out of
Camden blowing horns, ringing bells,
beating tin pans and howling derision.

Frank Merriwell stood on the corner
near the Opera House and heard all thiis.
He could feel the blood within him get-
ting warmer and warmer. He considered
Moslof a fine fellow and he admired
Woods. His sympathy was. with Cain-
den. .

Moslof and Woods caine down the street

together and paused near. Frauk. Woods
was inaking no excuses.
‘““They hit me out, that’s all,’’ he said.

“‘T want to pitch against them again when
this arin is rested.”’

Frank stepped forward.

‘‘When do you play Rockland again ?”’
Moslof ?’’ he asked.

‘“’To-morrow,’’ was the answer. ‘‘The
schedule brings these two games to-
gether.’”

‘*Who will pitch ?”’

**T don’t know. Woods can’t, William-
son is not in shape, I am afraid to put
Slatridge in, and Bascomb never was any
good against Rockland, although he is a
good man against any other team.”’

‘‘You wanted me to pitch to-day,’’ said
Frank.

Ves:

* “7 might not have done any better than
Woods. He isa dandy, and he can mon-
key with Rockland. when his arm is all
right. I knew you ought to take him out
at the beginning of the third, and I told
Diamona so. I could see that his arm was
keeping him woking speed, and Rock-
land was eating speed.’’,

‘“That’s right,’? nodded Woods. ‘‘It
was the best I could do that inning. No
matter where I put them, they hit them
out. I worked a change of pace, but that
did not seein to bother them. After that
inning, however, I kept them guessing.’’

*“You pitched winning ball all through
the game, with the exception of that fatal
inning, and it is probable those fellows
would have hammered anybody that in-
ning. They had a batting streak, and
they made the most of it.”

Then he suddenly turned to Moslof,

beautiful igirl fell to her death on the

‘*Do you want me to pitch for you to-
morrow ?”? |

Moslof gave a jump.

“*Do [ want you?’’ he exclaimed. ‘“‘I
should guess yes! Will you do it?”

so Wide

Moslof seized Merry’s hand.

‘“*Old man, you have won my everlast-
ing gratitude. To-morrow we’ll put a
team into the field that will paralyze
Rockland. It will be such a team as
Rockland or the state of Maine never saw
before! Will we do ’em? Oh, say! we'll
wipe ’em off the earth !”’

“Oh, that’s not certain,’’ cautioned
Frank. ‘‘You can’t be suré of a victory
till it is won. Camden pues she had a
sure thing to-day.’

“It will be Siferent to-morrow,’’ said
Moslof. ‘‘If you pitch a winning game,

the people of Camden will give you the

whole town when we get back here!??
‘‘Well, I shall do my best to pitch win-
ning ball,’’ assured Merry. -

CHAPTER X.
ON THE MOUN’TAIN.

Directly after supper, which all the
boys except Hans took at the Bay. View,
the Dutch lad being sent off aboard the
White Wings, a buckboard with four
wide seats caine round for a party, and
Merry was surprised to find that he was
expected to make one of a party. Brown-
ing, Diamond and Hodge were included.
The others were mémbers of the Camden
ball team. é

When the buckboard was loaded the
driver cracked his whip over the four
handsome horses, and away they went
through town, up over Harbor Hill and
along the street that led toward the foot
of the mountains.

Soon they were close under the cliffs of
Battie. There were some splendid singers
in the party, and they awoke the echoes
with the old college songs.

In the cool shadows of twilight they
rolled along the fainous Turnpike, with
Battie behind them and the frowning
heights of Megunticook rising directly
over their heads. On Maiden Cliff, stand-
ing out against the sky, they saw thie
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cruel rocks below. At times tae winding
road seemed to lead directly into the lake
that they-could see shimmering through
the trees. It was one of the most beautiful
drives Merriwell had ever taken.

They turned about finally ard came
back by the way of Lake City, a charm-
ing collection of cott: Ages assembled at one
of the most picturesque spots to be found
around the island-dotted lake. The driver
pointed out the spot where the famous
Lake City Inn had stood before the fire
that wiped out the beautiful summer
hotel.

3y this time night had fallen, but the
full moon was high in the heavens, shed-
ding a pure white light over all and giv-
ing the scene a glamour that it could not
have by day. Indeed, it was so light that
the cross on Maiden Cliff could be seen
even better than they had seen it in the
twilight.

‘Now; fellows,’’ said Moslof, ‘‘there is
another place, we had better visit to-
night.”’

*‘Whiere is.that ?’’ asked several.

“The Summit House on Mount Bat-
fre,”

‘‘Hurrah for the
shouted the boys.

‘“We’ll have to do some walking.”’

‘*We can walk up all right.”’

*“T don’t know about that,” erunted

3ruce Browning. ‘‘I came out to tac.4

‘Tt will do you good to walk.’

But Bruce could not agree with Merti-
well, and Moslof, laughing, said that
Browning should not leave the buckboard
till he was safely on the top of Battie.
This relieved the big fellow’s mind, and
he grunted;

“All right.

Before they

Summit House!’

Go aliead.”’

reached the foot of the
mountain after leaving Lake City they
turned off into a road that led back into
the woods. Soon they came to the new
road that had been constructed by thie
energy aiid determination of the shrewd
owner of the hotel on the heights. ‘This
road proved to be even better than the
boys had anticipated, but it ,was very
steep in places, so that every man except
Browning walked. As.for Bruce, no
ainount of guying could induce him to
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The moonlight sifted down through
the trees, making white patches amid the
black shadows. There was not much air,
and the walking lads were perspiring
freely before they were far from the foot
of the ascent; but they stuck to it, and,
at last, they were relieved to come out of
the winding way and see the lights of the
hotel before them.

With a cheer, they
toward the building.

Moslof led the way round the end, and
then all stopped, uttering exclamations of
admiration.

Below them in the white moonlight
lay the village, the harbor, the bay, the
great stretch of beautiful country. Hun-
dreds of lights twinkled in the town, the
electric street lamps showing white and

rushed forward

clear and marking the limits of the vil-
lage.

Away to the south was Rockport, her
electric lamps paled by the clear moon-

light. Miles beyond Rockport, was
Rockland, her location also plainly

marked by lights. Between Rockport and
Cainden a lighted trolley car was flying
along.
Jack Diamond drew a deep breath, and
his hand fell on Frank’s arm.
‘‘Merriwell,’? he said, ‘“‘I want to
thank you for bringing me down into this

country. It surely is a wonderful land at
this season of -the year, no matter what

it inay be in winter.. This
beautiful view my ,eyes
upon.”’

‘“‘Ryerybody says that,”? put in Mos-
lof. ‘‘No matter where they have been,
they say that.’’

‘‘T have traveled a little over the
world,’’ said Merriweil, ‘‘and I must say
this is the most entrancing view I have
ever looked upon.”’

ever rested

‘‘I¥m glad I took the trouble to come

up,’’ sighed Browning.

As they were standing there, gazing
enraptured upon the scene, there was a
burst of girlish laughter from the hotel.
Then as least a dozen girls came out
upon the veranda,

‘“What have we struck?’’ exclaimed _
Frank.

“It must be_a party,” said Moslof.
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24 FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER MEGUNTICOOK.

Goin they did, the proprietor of the
hotel meeting and welcoming them. It
proved that Moslof was right, there was a
party of girls up from the village, and
Frank’s sharp eyes found Phebe Macey
was among them.

Not a few of the girls were known to
the boys. ‘Those who were not known
were introduced.

‘*What a place fora dance!’’ thought
Frank, as he looked the dining-room
over. ‘These tables could be cleared
away, and then we——’’

He caught sight of the proprietor, and,
in another moment, he drew the man
aside.

“Tf ‘you want to dance I’m willing

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was the consent of the genial owner of
the Summit House. ‘‘But where’s your
music? There’s a fiddle here, but who
can play it?’?
‘111 find somebody!”’
and he rushed for Diamond.
But, before the dance could be started,
it was found that the consent of the young
lady chaperon who had accompanied the

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cried Frank,

girls must be obtained. Frank approached

her. At first she was not favorable, but
Metriwell used diplomacy and finally won
her over so that she consented to let the
girls remain and dance an hour.

Then there was a hustling to clear
the dining-room floor. The old violin
was brought out, and Diamond proceeded
to tune up.

Frank sought*Phebe and asked her to
waltz with him.
**T don’t think I will dance,’’ she said,
pretending to pout a bit.
“Why not?’’ asked Merry, in surprise.
**You do dance, do you not ?”’
‘Oh, sometimes. ’’
‘And you will refuse me?”’
‘*Vou deserve to be refused.’’
‘““Why, pray??? asked Frank,
prised.
**T asked a favor of you to-day.’’
-A light broke in on Frank. °
“Oh, is that it?
pitch for Camden ?”’
ee eRe!
‘And I didn’t. Well, can’t you pardon
me this time?’’ 3
“Really, Ido not think you deserve
, it.’ , am

sur-

You wanted me to

‘‘Perhaps not, but, if I promise to do
better, will you——’’

‘*Tt’s too late now.’’

‘*How is that ?’’

**Camden lost.’’

‘‘And might have lost just the same as
if I had pitched.’’

‘‘No,’’? she said, with confidence, ‘‘I
know all about your pitching. You would
have won the game.’’

‘“There is another game to-morrow.”’

‘Oh, that’s in Rockland, and the
Rocklands always win on their own
ground,’?

“Ts that their reputation? Well, per-
haps we may be able to break the spell
and defeat them on their own ground
once.’’

‘¢ “Wel? What do you mean by that?
It can’t be that you will pitch for Cam-
den to-morrow ?”’

‘Will you waltz with me if I’ll agree
to do so???

‘“Ves,’’? was her instant answer.

“‘Done!”’ said Frank.” ‘‘T’ll pitch.’

Then Diamond struck into a beautiful
waltz, and Frank and Phebe were the
first on the floor, his arm about her waist,
her hand gently clasped in his.

CHAPTER XI.
MERRIWELL’S DOUBLE SHOOT.

‘‘Here come the Lobsters!’

The cry was uttered by a small boy as
the Camden ball team entered the Rock-
land ball ground.

A great crowd had assembled in the
‘‘cigar box,’’ as the. ground was sonie-
times called because of its narrow limits.
All Rockland had heard that Camden
would have a new battery, and nearly all
Rockland had heard of Merriwell and
Hodge, for Frank had insisted that Bart
should support him behind the plate.
The fact that Rockland had won: from
Camden with Woods in the box made the
rooters feel that their team was invincible
—that it could not be defeated by Cam-
den. ‘They had turned out in a way to
make the heart of the Rockland manager
rejoice as the quarters came jingling into
the cash box.

The car had been delayed and the Cam-
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never been seen on the Rockland ball
ground. This band of rooters was mar-
shalled by a Camden man, who had in-
structed them to hang together and who
was to lead them in the cheering. They
packed in upon the bleachers near first
base, as they had bought a large reserved
space there and it was held for them.

Rockland had finished practicing, and
so the Camdens took the field. Every-
body was asking where Frank Merriwell
was, but no one seemed able to discover
him.

‘‘It was a false report,’’? somebody
said, and then the spectators, thinking
they had been deceived, began to growl.

But Merriwell and Hodge had slipped
into the ground in ordinary clothes and
were getting into suits in the dressing-
roomn beneath the grand stand. As soon
as they were dressed, they came out and
Frank began to warm up by throwing to
Bart.

‘‘Here they are!”’

A boy uttered the cry, and then every
eye seemed turned on the famous Yale
battery.

Among those who had been watching

for Merriweli’s appearance was Wat
Snell. The fellow ground his teeth with
rage as he saw Frank come out in a base-
ball suit.

‘(He shall not win this game!’’ vowed
Wat. ‘‘I have the stuff in my pocket that
will fix him if I can get it into him.”?

Then Snell hastily sought some chaps
who were grouped in a little bunch, talk-
ing in low tones among themselves.

“Mr. Bixton,’’ said Wat, ‘‘I want to
speak with you a moment.”’

He drew one of the young imen aside
and whispered in his ear. Bixton scowled
and nodded, answering:

“ve got fifty dollars on this gaine.’?

Then Snell whispered some more, but
Bixton shook his head and said aloud:

‘“They’d kill the feller they caught
doin’ it. French is a reg’lar fool! He
wants to beat Camden, but he wouldn’t
win in a crooked way for a thousand dol-
lars. He’d be the first to jump on a
chap that was caught doin’ up a Camden
man.’?

‘Ae needn’t know it,’’ said Snell, and
~ then he whispered somé more, but he

couldn’t seem to win Bixton over.

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“*All right,’? said Snell. ‘‘You’ll be
sorry when you lose your fifty plunks.’’

‘*T hain’t lost.’em yet.’’

‘You will if Frank Merriwell pitches
the whole game.”’

Practice was over, the umpire took his
place and called ‘‘play,’’ the Camden
team was in the field. Merriwell walked
down into the box. He wore his Yale
uniform, as he had been unable to obtain |
a Camden uniform that would fit him.

The Rockland crowd looked at Merri-
well with curiosity, but all the applause
he received came from the Camden
rooters. At one side of the diamond were
gathered twenty small boys. Usually
these youngsters were full of taunts and
jeers for Camden, but now they were
strangely silent. One of them turned to
the others and said:

*‘Fellers, Rockland eats dirt ter-day!
We kin Jick anything else on ther face of
ther earth, but we can’t do up that bat-
tery. I’ve read all about Frank Merri-
well, an’ there ain’t nothin’ walks on
two legs what kin pitch ball with him!”’

Strange to relate, he was not disputed
in the assertion.

The umpire broke open a box and
tossed a beautiful new ‘‘Spaulding’’ to
Merry, who caught it and rubbed a hand-
ful of dirt over it.

Smithers advanced to the plate. Frank
had heard that it was impossible to dis-
cover the little man’s weak point, and he
resolved to start right in by fooling him
—if possible.

Hodge knew what was coming when
Merry assumed a certain attitude. Then,
without any flourish, Frank shot in what
seemed at the start to bea straight swift
ball.

Smithers took it for an in-shoot, and,
in his judgment, it must be a fair ball.
He swung for it, and then he dropped
his bat and gasped.

The ball had reversed from an in to an
out, causing Smithers to miss it by at
least six inches! =

It was Merriwell’s wonderful double
shoot !

Those in the grand stand who had seen
the double curve of the ball uttered ex-
clamations of amazement, and some of
them would not believe their eyes had
not deceived them.

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26 FRANK MERRIWELL

Smithers picked up his bat, muttering:

‘Tf I’d been drinking lately I wouldn’t
wonder at it!’?

Hodge returned the-ball, and in a mo-
ment Merry was ready to deliver again.
Sinithers fancied he had been deceived by
lus eyes, and so, when Frank pitched
another ball that was exactly like the
first, he smashed at it again.

And missed again!

There was a cominotion in the grand
stand. <A loud voice was heard declaring
the ball had curved in and.out, and that
Merriwell wasa wizard. Another person
was speaking soothingly to the excited
individual.

Not a sound from the Camden rooters,
for their leader was holding them in
check. He had not given the signal for
applause.

On all the
-half as amazed as Sinithers.
he had batted all kinds of pitching,
here was something new to him.

There was a hush as Frank again
assumed position for delivery. Smithers
assumed a look of determination and
made ready. Then the Yale pitcher shot
in another ball, this time changing his
curves so the sphere started with an out
and suddenly changed to am in.

Seeing it was an out at the start,
Smithers instantly decided that it must
When it changed
to an in, and passed over the plate, it
was too late to get his bat round, and so
he stood with the ‘‘wagon-tongue”’
poised, not even having offered at it.

‘¢’'Phree strikes—out!”’ called the um-
pire.
Then

ground there was no man
He fancied

but

the Camden crowd could be
held no longer. Never before had Smith-
ers been struck out like that. But three
balls had been pitched, and yet the crack
batter of the Rocklands, a man without a
weak point, was retired. ‘The men and
boys from under Megunticook rose up
and yelled like a thousand fiends. They
felt that a man who could strike Smith-
ers out like that would have a snap with
the rest of the team, and the joy in their
hearts knew no bounds.

For once the Rockland rooters were
silent. ‘They did not even have sufficient
nerve left to guy the Camdenites. ‘hey

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MEGUNTICOOK,

stared and stared at the man who had
struck out Smithers with three pitched
balls, and their dismay and disgust knew
no bounds.

‘‘What’s the matter that Rockland
didn’t get that feller?’’ growled one, ‘‘It
was a fool trick to let Camden get him!’’

Smithers walked to the bench and sat
down in a Bears way, muttering:

~ Well, FTE-bé blowed ! is

‘acesten picked up a bat and advanced
to the plate with his usual swagger.

‘Just try that'on me,’’ he invited.

Instantly Frank decided to do so. Bart
was ready, and Merry snapped in a swift
one, giving it the double curve. Edwards
let it pass.

*‘One strike!’ cried the umpire.

A roar from the Camden crowd.

Bart. sent back the ball. Edwards
grinned and then scowled. He made
ready. Frank reversed the curves and
drove in a whistler that could scarcely be
seen as it passed through the air.

This timé Edwards struck, but he
found only empty air.

‘“T wo strikes!’’ from the umpire.

Another roar from the Camden crowd.

Edwaras began to look doubtful.

‘“What are we up against?’ he mut-
tered to himself. :

Merriwell took his time to pitch the
third ball. All at once he seemed to send
in one like the last. Edwards believed
the double curve would cause it to cross
over the plate, and he struck at it.

_It proved to be a straight ball, and
Edwards never touclied it!

“Striker is out!’ decided the umpire.

It is impossible to describe the tumult
that followed. For once, at least, Cam-
den was well represented on the Rock-
land ground, and the rooters for the boys
in crimson could not make noise enough.
Their hour of triumph had arrived, and
they were making the most of it.

Edwards looked sour enough as. he
went to the bench.

‘*‘What’s the matter?’ asked Gulsiver,
who was swinging two bats so that one
would seem lighter to him when he came
to strike. f

‘That Yale
growled Edwards.

Gulsiver was a’ college man and a fine
fellow. He had played with Camden the

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previous season, and Camden was sorry it
did not.have him that year. He looked
anxious but determined to do his best as
he weut to the plate.

Frank had decided that he was using
the double shovt altogether too much,
for it would soon put a kink in his
elbow if he keptit up. He had used it
ou Edwards because the Rockland short-
stop had challenged him to doso. Gul-
siver was tried with a coaxer, but he let
it pass. Then Frank gave lim a rise, and
he hit it.

The ball popped up into the air and
fell into Merriwell’s hands, retiring Rock-
land on eight pitched balls, without a
single batter getting started toward first
base.

CHAPTER XII.
HAPPY CAMDEN.

The Camden crowd was happy, and
the Rocklandites were disgusted. But
Rockland had a pitcher who more than
ounce proved a hoodoo for Cainden. . The
redoubtable ‘‘Grandpa’’ Morse was to go
into the box this day. There had been a
time when Morse could scare the Camden
players with his speed and fool them
with his ‘‘south-paw’’ delivery. Rock-
land hoped that time had not passed, even
though the rooters of the Limerock City
were aware that Morse was not dealing
with tenderfeet this day.

Moslof had placed Hodge at the head
of the batting list at Mertiwell’s sugges-
tion. Bart picked upa heavy stick and
advauced to the plate, as Morse entered

the box. The Rockland men were in their
places on the field.

Morse was working his jaw over a
chew of gun. .He had a glove on his
tight hand, and with this he covered- the
ball so it could not be seen. At the very
start Merriwell made a_ kick about this,
~ and Morse was forced to show the ball in
his nand. He grinned at Frank with an
expression that seemed to say he would
get even, and then, putting on all the
steam at his command, he set a high ball
over the plate, thinking to daze Hodge
with his speed.

- Hodge swung at it, hit it fairly ee
much effort, and put it over the centre

fie] d fence, trotting round the bases to the

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MEGUNTICUOK. 27

of the cheers of the -Cainden
crowd.

Then Morse was r’iled.
caine next, and ‘‘Grandpa’’ struck him
out, giving the Recklandites a chance to
yell.a little. Cogern followed, and made
a hard tryfor tHe centre field fence, but
Gulsiver got back against the fence,
reached up into the air and pulled the
ball down, to, the increased delight of
the Rockland spectators. McDornick was
too anxious, and le hit an easy roller to

Williamson

Edwards, who threw him out at first.

had ended one to
favor

went

But the first inning
nothing i in Cainden’s
7

Then Merriwell into the box

-again, but he did not attempt to work his

double shoot till Rockland had filled ‘the
bases with a hit, a wild throw by Mower
and a dropped fly by McDornick, fol-
lowed by a poor throw to third,

Now Rockland thought her time had
come. ‘The coachers were doing their
best to rattle Merriwell, aided by the
yelling crowd, but Frank never was
cooler in his life. He struck out the next
man, and the next popped up a little fly
to Makune. Then Merry took a hot liner
froin the next batter, and Rockland did
not score.

Then Bixton hunted up Snell.

““Tll give you ten dollars to get that
drug into Merriwell,’’ he said.

“Purnish me with a boy to aie Merri-

-well the water and I’ll do it,” said Snell.

‘‘Merriwell would suspect me.’’

Bixton found the boy, and the plot to ’
knock Frank out was laid. Snell called
the boy aside“’and gave hii full instruc-
tions.

“Here is a little vial,”’ he explained.

‘All you have to do is stick by the water
‘bucket-at the end of the Camden bench.

Keep this vial in your hand uncorked
and ready. You can keep it out of sight.
When Mexriwell wauts a drink, it will be
easy for you to drop some of the stuff in
the vial into the bucket. As soon as he
drinks, upset the bucket, so nobody else
will get any of the stuff. Here’s ten
dollars for you.”

The /boy took the vial. and the ten
dollars. ‘hen, when Snell was not watch-
ing him, he looked around for French,

.the Rockland snanager, found hii, and

told him the whole plot.

 
FRANK MERRIWELL UNDER ME

French was furious.

“T wouldn’t have that happen on this
ground for a hundred dollars!’’ he de-
clared. ‘Point out the fellow who hired
you to do this, and I will have him
arrested! Weare winning no games in
that way!’’ *o

The boy pointed Snell out, and, five
minutes later, Wat turned pale as an
officer tapped him on the shoulder and
Said ¢5%

‘““Come with me. Don’t make any fuss,
or the crowd will find out that you hired
a boy to drug Frank Merriwell. You’ll
be lynched if they do find it out.”’

Snell could not say a word. With the
officer’s hand on hi§ shoulder, he was
marched off the ground, while the crowd
wondered why he had been arrested.
Bixton, the crooked sport, saw this, and
it did not take him long to disappear.

So the plot to knock Merriwell out was
frustrated, and Frank pitched the game
through, giving Rockland just four hits.
At the end of the eighth inning the score
stood two to one in favor of Camden.
With the beginning of the ninth a combi-
nation of bad plays placed a Rockland
man on third, with one man out. Then
the next batter drove out a long fly to
Cogern, and the man on third attempted
to score on it. Cogern made the throw of
his life, nailing the runner at the plate
and spoiling Rockland’s last chance.

The game was over, and Camden had
won bya score of two toone. It had
been a beautiful game, and once more
Camden and Rockland were tied for first
place in the Knox County League.

The Camden rooters were happy, while
the Rockland ;
disappeared from view with amazing
suddenness when the last man was out.

It was plain enough that the Rockland
people expected the visitors to celebrate
as Rockland had done in Camden, but
nothing of the kind was permitted. Still
it was a joyful crowd that loaded the two
trolley cars and went through the main
street of the city singing:

‘“Boom-ta-de-aye, boom-ta-de-aye,

De-boom-ta, de-boom-ta, de-boom-ta-de-
aye ;

We won to-day, we won to-day,

Oh, we won, oh, we won, oh, we won to-

spectators melted away and:

xUNTICOOK.

As they passed the ei office the
builetin was out:

‘Base Ball To-day:
‘Camden, 2; Rockland, 1.’’

The crowd on the cars cheered as they
passed the bulletin, and they sang all the
way to Camden.

But when those cars entered Camden
what a reception awaited the victors! It
seemed that half the town had turned out
to meet them. Everybody had a horn.
As the first car, carrying the ball players,
approached the Opera House there was a
deafening blare of sound, and the explo-
sion of cannon crackers, and cheer after
cheer rent the air. ‘The moment the car
stopped Frank Merriwell was torn from
his seat by admirers, was lifted to the
shoulders of sturdy fellows and carried to
the hotel without being allowed to touch
his feet to the ground, while the throng
surged around him and shouted.

An hour later, as he sat in the office of
the hotel, surrounded by friends and ad-
mirers, he said:

‘*Fellows, I’d like to spend the rest of
the summer right here in this town. It’s
all right! I’m glad I’ve found Camden,
and you may be sure it’s not the last
time I shall stop here.’’

Then the mayor of the town who hap-
pened to be present, said:

“‘Mr. Merriwell, Camden belongs to
you. If there is anything here that *you
want, take it. If you don’t see what you
want, ask for it. Idon’t know that we
can do any better by you than that.”

That evening Landlord Drayben gave
the baseball boys a dinner at the hotel,
and there were speeches and toasts and
cheers for Merriwell.

After the dinner the dining-room was
cleared, an orchestra appeared, and there
was dancing.
on the floor, with Phebe Macey as his
partner.
girl in Camden that night.

[THE END, ]

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The Runaway.

BY WALTER

“Frank, said Mr.

who was lazily lounging on the grass beneath an

PARKE.

a

look here, ”’ Lowell to his son,
old apple tree that stood in his father’s yard.

Frank Jowell was a wild, wayward boy of four-
teen, one of those who considered school and work
disagreeable, while play was everything.

The time I introduce Frank to the reader, on that
August day he had been set at work in the morn-
ing pitching hay, but after working a short time
he grew tired and throwing aside the hated fork

he stole quietly into the house, and taking his

gun he hurried into the cool Seatha of the neigh-

boring forest to try and see what he could put in
niisery there.

His design being unsuccessful he returned ex_
hausted, and, of course, the consequences were that
he was sulky, and in no working mood.

After eating his dinner he walked into the yard,
and threw himself in the shade of the tree, where
we found him at the beginning of our story.

‘*T want you,’’ continued Mr. Lowell, ‘‘to pitch
the rest of that hay into the loft, and if you neg-
lect it, as you did this morning, I’ll give you a
sound thrashing. Do you understand ?’’

‘*YVes, sir,’? answered Frank in barely audible
tone. ‘‘But, father (a little louder), ‘‘I’m so tired,
and don’t feel like it at all now.’’

‘*That would have been a very good excuse in-
deed if you had been hard at work all morning,
but, as = see, the circumstances alter the case.
So now be about it,’? angrily said Mr. Lowell, as
he opened the gate.

‘*T’m in no hurry,’’ muttered F rank, but a little
too loud for his good, for his father, catching the
remark, walked straight up to him. Raising the
cane, he always carried, he came down on Frank’s
back with a will.

Frank, without uttering a single word, moved
toward the barn at the lower end of the lot, and,
‘reluctantly taking up the fork he commenced his
task, all the while keeping an eye on -his father,
who soon disappeared down the street. Then Frank
broke out in the following soliloquy :

“No, I’ll be doggoned if I will; it isnothinge
but work, work! , school, school! all through a
boy’s life, and I’ll show him if he is my father
that Frank Lowell wasn’t born to pitch hay. Let
me see how Ill get rid of it!’’ 2

And Frank pondered a while, then broke out
seddenly with a loud hurrah and exclaimed:

“Tve got it; I’ll run off as Will Bates did—go
to the city, get a situation on board a ship, sail to
some foreign country—won’t that be fun? But?’
added Frank, a dark troubled shade flitted across his
young handsome features, ‘‘where’s the money
coming from that’s going to see me through? I’ve
only got three dollars, and it took me so long to
get that sum together that it seems a pity to spend
it allat once. But never mind; let it rip; the
fare is only two dollars to New York, and the other
dollar will get me supper and lodging for one

night, and what more do I want? I’ll show ’em if
Frank Lowell is going to school and kill himself
at work. Well, I must be hurrying, for it’s nearly
train time.’’

With this Frank commenced making pene
tions for his contemplated journey. First by steal-
ing quietly to his own cozy little room, where he
changed his clothes, packed in a small portmarteau
a couple of clean shirts and a few other indispensi-
ble articles. ‘Then all was ready but the money:
This, however, was soon extracted, along wlith a
portmonnaie, from a stand drawer, and _ safely
stored in his trousers’ pocket.

‘‘Now,’’ said he, ‘‘it will not do to go off with-
out letting anybody know my intentions, for I’m
never coming back, no matter what happens, and
they will think I’ve been drowned, or killed in
some other way, but I’ll soon fix that.’’

And taking a piece of blank paper, he wrote the
following note:

‘*Father: I never liked work, school or whip-
pings, so I have come to the conclusion to get rid
of them all. Don’t look for me, for it will do no
good, ‘Your son, ‘“Frank.??

Spreading this on the table, he left the house and
in a quarter of an hour was standing on the plat-
form at the depot, awaiting the evening train,
whose shrill whistle soon swelled upon the air,
and the iron horse came rattling into the village.

Frank secured his ticket, and in a short space of
time was rolling toward the great American mie-
tropolis, which, after a tedious ride, loomed up be-
fore him.

On arriving in the city, Frank was bewildered,
but finally made his way into one of the numerous
hotels, paid the bill for supper and lodging, and a
couple of hours afterward retired for the night.

The next morning he arose, sallied forth, and
after a diligent tramping arrived at the wharves,
where he found but little trouble in obtaining a
situation on board a sailing ship, and that same

day the crafts went plowing out of the harbor, be-

fore a stiff breeze and was soon at sea, where the
spray dashed over the schooner’s bow, and the
mast strained and creaked under the long, UneCRGS
swells of the broad Atlantic. ‘.

- . « . . .

Reader, we will now skip over a period of two.
years. Frank has been through a voyage of coni-
punction and trouble, to the north seas.

It so happened that he shipped with a. gruff old
skipper, who, in the hours of his angry passion,
which were pretty frequent, and having no person

to spend his wrath upon, without fear of retalia- s
tion, excepting Frank, let the weight of it fallon —

him.
Many a time he had been tied to the mast and ~
flogged for a mere trifle until the blood trickled —
down his back. Once he accidentally overturned a
bucket of tar, and for this the brutal captain had ~
him tied up, and with his own hands he applied
the dreadful cat-o’-nine-tails until insensibility re-
lieved Frank from the savage torture. ;
And many and many a time did he wish himself
back in the old village schoolhouse, and long for
a glance at his dear old home, where work now.
would be an excessive pleasure. But the long-

 
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_ wished-for time came at last, the schooner’s course
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doffed his sailor’s uniform and donned a neat suit,
which he purchased with part of the money earned
on his voyage.

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“road he had flown over two years before, and as
objects began to assume a familiar aspect, Frank’s

Spirits revived, and in three hours after leaving the
city, he was being welcomed—as few sons are ever
welcomed—by his parents at home, who had never
heard anything about him, excepting the note,
since he had run away.

Frank has since come to the judicious conclu-

_ sion that there is no place like Home, Sweet Home.

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A BOY WITH A HEART.

First Little Chap—Sacksey Swipes, he’s th’
right sort of a boy. He’s got a heart in ’im.

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““Ye know his brudder got killed by
sion last Fourt’.’’

‘“Yep. Too much powder in der lead pipe.’’

“‘Well, that little brudder had four packs o’ fire-
crackers wot he didn’t have time to shoot off, an’
Sacksey never touched ’em.’’

“Didn't?”

‘“Nary one. He saved ’em
Sacksey wasn’t around this Fourt’.
where he

"*"Nope.”’ ;
‘“He was off to der cemetery shootin’ off dem
firecrackers over his little brudder’s grave.”

an explo-

till this Fourt’.
D’ye know
aan”?

FULLY ANSWERED.
Gentleman—Riding a bicycle up such a steep
hill as this is a great deal harder than walking.
Why don’t you get off and push it?”
Boy—I just got it.

POOR REFERENCE.

Office Boy—You want to see th’ boss ’bout that
advertisement fer book-keeper, don’t ye?

Applicant—Yes.

‘Got any ref’rences?

“T am ready to produce them when requested.’’

‘‘Where did ye work?’

*‘I was two years with Cash & Co.

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penses ?

Newsboy—’ Bout a dollar a month.
is thatanr”
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‘*Buy what?’’
‘*Shoes, in course.’’

GOT HER PERMISSION.

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I can’t wide,

Mamma—He promised me faithfully he wouldn’t
take the pony without your permission. Didn’t he
ask you?

Little Dot—No’m—yes’m—sorter. He said:
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thief, an’ you catch me an’ lynch me,’ an’ I said,
‘All wight,’ an’ Dick wode off on th’ pony an’ I
couldn’t catch him.

GIRL’S DUDS.
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Mother—Why, those are suspenders,
Small Son—I know. I ’spects you’ll be puttin’
me in dresses next.

A CASH DOCTOR.

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year? ;

Second Little Boy—No; sometimes papa don’t
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41—Frank Merriwell’s
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42 —Frank Merriwell’s Victory; or, The Winning Oar.

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55 —Frank Merriwell’s Great Capture; or, Bicycle Against
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56—Frank Merriwell to the Rescue; or, Through Fire
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57—Frank Merriwell’s Close Call; or, ‘The Tramp’s ‘loken,

58—F rank Merriwell’s Unknown Friend; or, Old Foes
in New Places.

59 —Frank Merriwejl Among the Rustlers; or, The Cattle
King’s Daughter.

60—Frank Merriwell’s Desperate Drop; or, Wild Adven-
tures in the Rockies.

61—F rank Merriwell in the Mines; or, The Blind Singer
of Silver Bluff.

62—Frank Merriwell Among the Mormons; or, The Lost
Tribe of Israel.

63 —Frank Merriwell on the Desert; or, The Mystery of
the Skeleton.

64—Frank Merriwell’s Underground Search; or, Saving
the Buried Heiress.

65--Frank Merriwell in California; cr, ‘The End of the
Great Tour,

66—Prize Plot Story; Frank Merriw 3ll as the Star.

67-—Frank Meryriwell’s Yacht; or, The Chase Down the
Coast

68.—Frank Merriwell’s Combination; or, The All Round
Athletes.

69—Frank Merriwell’s Red Rival.

70—Frank Merriwell’s Texas Tournament; or,
Among the Cowboys.

71—Frank Merriwell’s Nine; or, Surprising the Southern
League.

7° —Frank Merriwell’s Shot; or,
‘Gun Club.

72 —Frank Merriwell’s Flyer; or, The Winning Wheel.

74—Frank Merriwell’s ‘Thoroughbred; or, Honesty
Against Crookedness.

Match; or, The King of the

Sport

Out with the Guthrie

 

75 -Frank Merriwell’s Enemy; or, Rivals of the Blue
Ridge.

74 —Frank Merriwell’s Crew; or, The Champions of the
Potomac.

77—Frank Merriwell’s Hunt; or, In at the Death.

78 —Frank Merriwell’s Blow; or, Unmasking a Rascal.

79 —Frank Merriwell’s Return to Yale; or, The Mystery
of the Examination Papers: J

80—F rank Merriwell as ‘‘Anchor; or, The Winning Pull
in the ‘lug of War.

81—Frank Merriwell’s Initiation; or, The Secre Order
of Pi Gamma.

82—Frank Merriwell’s Sign; or, The Secret of the Silent
Student.

83 —Frank Merriwell as Full Back; or, True to His Colors.

84—Frank Merriwell’s Duel; or, A Point of Honor.

85—Frank Merriwell’s Mark; or, Subduing a Bully.

86—Frank Merriwell’s Secret; or, A Friend in Need.

87—Frank Merriwell’s Revenge; or, Aroused at Last.

88—Frank Merriwell’s Capture; or She Black Schooner.

89—Frank Merriwell’s Chum; or, The Hand of a Friend.

90—Frank Merriwell’s Double Shoot; or, Winning in
the Box.

91—Frank Merriwell’s Danger; or,
Disgrace.

92.—Frank Merriwell’s Wager; or, Bound to Win.

93—Frank Merriwell In ‘Training; or, 'The Mystery of
the Midnight Prowler. |

94—Frank Merriwell’s Courage; or, Loyal to the Last.

95—Frank Merriwell at Fardale Agsin; or, Yale Lads at
the Military Academy, (

96 —Frank Merriwell in Camp; or, Frolics with the Far-
dale Boys

97—Frenk Merriwell’s F'ardale Friends, or, Facing Old
Foes.

98—Frank Merriwell’s Yale Chums; or, The Jolly Dogs
of I'ardale. ;

99—Frank Merriwell’s Choice; or, The Fair Rivals of
Fardale. :

100-—Frank Merriwell’s Fardale Rackets; or, Yale Lads
On a Frolic.

101— Frank Merriwell’s Courage; or, True Nerve Against
Bluff.

102—Frank Merriwell’s Faith; or, 'The Shadow of a
Crime.

103—Frank Merriwell’s Celebration; or, Last Days at
Fardale.

104—-Frank Merriwell Afloat;
White Wings.

The Shadow of

105 —Frank Merriwell Under Megunticook, or, With the

Knox Connty League.
106—Frank Merriwell’s Mystery;

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