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Jack Kenny was sore. He had been out of humor
_ for a long time—to be exact, ever since the football
election last year, in which Don Tempest had been
| chosen captain of the varsity—but he had done his best
| to hide this feeling from those about him. At that
| time he had confidently expected to secure that cov-
' eted honor himself, and the resulting shock and bit-
ter disappointment when it’ went to Tempest by. a
rather close vote had been very great.
_ The brainy little quarter back felt that he was not
_ having a square deal. He had been one year longer
on the varsity than Tempest and had worked like a
horse and given every moment of his spare time—con-
_ siderably to the detriment of his studies—to the team,
for whose success he had been so anxious.“
. Dick Merriwell, himself the best all-around athlete
in college, had more than once expressed his belief

  
  
     
     
       
        
 
    
    
   

 

  

  

  

  

    
     
 

    

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But the quarter back was not a fellow to foster a
long-continued grouch if he could help it. He had a
decided strain of real sporting blood in his make-up,
and, after the first flare-up of rage and disappointment
when-he learned the result of the election, he had
calmed down and tried to take things philosophically.

Iithis endeavor he had been helped materially by the
‘fact that when the present season first opened Tempest
had been seriously ill, and Brad Buckhart, Merriwell’s
Texas roommate and captain of the varsity last year,
had taken his place.

 

 

Kenny had no objection to being under Buckhart.
The big Westerner had led the team to victory too
often for the quarter back to feel anything but implicit
confidence in his judgment and skill, and all through |
the month of October things had gone along swim-
mingly.

But with the return of Don Tempest to the helm just
before the Princeton game, the old feelings of doubt.
and resentment came back with renewed force, in spite

of the plucky efforts on Kenny’s part to take his medi-
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Tempest himself was not a fellow to help matters
much. He was a splendid player, and, what was more,
a born general in his ability to plan out a game and
but, generals in the

it scientifically ; like

bigger game of life, he had a supreme belief in hi

play marly
own ability, an intolerance of criticism and
a certain lack of sympathy and tact
the other players, which resulted in his being far from
popular.

Men recognized his ability and appreciated the value
of his generalship, while they did not care for
personally, which was well enough so long as every-
thing went along without a hitch and there were no
fall-downs. |

Unfortunately, however, the Princeton game came
very near being a defeat for Yale. From a number
of causes, principal of which was the forced with-

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drawal from the team, only a few days before the
game, of Bob Hollister, one of Yale’s most dependable
and brilliant players, the Elis seemed to go to pieces,
and victory was barely snatched from defeat by the
phenomenal work of Merriwell, and the return of Hol-
lister in the last quarter.

All of this was, of course, no fault of Tempest, but,
of course, he was blamed for it by many of the team.
Had his personality been other than it was, had he
possessed the invaluable quality of magnetism and
ruled his men with better understanding and sympathy,
instead of by a rod of iron, the result would have been
vastly different. . Instead of casting slurs upon his
executive ability and judgment, the fellows would have
rallied to his defense, strained every effort to correct
their faults’ and improve their work, and the team

would have been stronger and better knit—working,

more as a single, intelligent unit—than before.
All this did not help Jack Kenny in his effort—quite
determined and sincere—to conquer the feeling of re-
sentment and sense of having been used unfairly, which
kept constantly cropping up in his mind. Hearing now
and then little jibes and flings against the captain from
other fellows only confirmed his own impression that
Tempest was unfit for the position. een
This belief was*fostered by his own keen observation
- during the progress of a game or on the practice field.
More than once he saw opportunities which Tempest
‘seemed to miss. Latterly they had had several run-
ins about certain plays and formations, of which
_ Kenny could not see the value, but which Tempest in-
sisted should be used...
The result was that the quarter back’s usually even
temper had. become more and more rasped as time

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went on, until he reached a point when the slightest
admonition from Tempest irritated him almost beyond
endurance, and a decided coolness had developed be-

tween the two men. . ss

This afternoon had been a particularly trying one, |
Tempest had seemed even more unreasonable and
domineering than usual, compelling Kenny to exercise
every bit of will power he possessed to refrain from
flaring up and causing an open outbreak.

He did not want to do this. He knew the fatal na- = |
ture of a team playing at loggerheads, and the great |
game of the season—the contest witli Harvard—was
too close at hand to run any chances. But he felt that
if Tempest continued in his present course very much
longer no power on earth could prevent an explosion.

“He's so darned thick-headed and set in his ways
he grumbled to himself =}
the track house. “If it J
wasn’t for the game Saturday, I’d have let him have )
a piece of my mind to-day, and he could have dene: a:
what he liked about it. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad
thing for him to hear what some of the boys really |
think about him.” fae

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found several of the fellows there ahead of him. T hey cee
were gathered in a little group on the farther side of | ;
the locker room, and had evidently been discussing —
something with a relish; but as Kenny entered they —
all stopped abruptly and glanced swiftly toward the | .
door. | a7 as
“Oh, it’s only Ken,” remarked Phil Keran, who had — we

 

taken Hollister’s place at right end. ‘“He’s alleright. —
We were just talking about the crazy stunts T empest é
went through this afternoon.” .

chimed in Rudolph Rose, a handsome, hot
tempered sophomore; “did you ever see anything more
senseless than that fool double pass he wasted half the
afternoon on. Why a child would catch on to it, and
it Co be used more than once during the entire
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“And that crisscross play with Baxter and Merci
well,” spoke up Bud Baulsir, who played centre. “You
didn’t like that for! a cent, did you, Ken? 1 hear
you kicking about it to Tempest, but a fellow might
as well argue oth a stone wen as to try and coi

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straight from the shoulder, when he spent the whole
| afternoon on those two pet stunts of his.”’

ae “Why didn’t you?” Rose asked quickly. “Might
| have done him good.”
vs Kenny’s lip:curled.

““Him—good!” he exclaimed sarcastically. “Take

: another guess, Rudie. Bah! The only thing that
-| would do him good would be to have Harvard wipe
up the field with us, and then he’d blame it on some
| one else. I’m sick of his high and mighty airs, and
| I tell you one thing, fellows, if he nags me to-morrow
the way’ he did to-day there'll be something doing.”
a ‘““‘That’s the way to talk!” Baulsir said approvingly.
| “What business had he got interfering with the quar-
| ter, anyhow?”

e “He hasn't any, retorted Kenny.
| “It’s all right to tell me what he wants before we start,
but I can’t stand this nag, nag all through the playing.

 

if I show results,”

If he’s so crazy about deciding every play himself,
why doesn’t he take my place?”
“T notice things went pretty well while Brad was at

‘| the helm,” Rose commented; ‘and he didn’t try any
| tricks like that. He played the game as it should be
_ played, and not fe ;
“Sh!” interrupted Keran. “Here they come.”
The thud of feet sounded on the turf outside, and a
moment later the rest of the team appeared, filling the
_ room with the sound of talk, argument, and discus-
: sion. The group by the window melted away, and
KKenny made haste to appropriate one of the showers

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CLARENCE CARR «APPEARS.

  

       
       
   
    
    
   
    
       
   

At the training table that night the football squad
was not in the liveliest sort of humor. Kenny still re-
tained symptoms of his grouch of the afternoon, and,
besides that, there was a subtle undercurrent of discord
which made itself felt insensibly. ¢

Dick Merriwell noticed the symptoms at once. He

  

 
 

were not as they should be with the team, and that
fternoon he had quite expected an outburst from
‘enny over the rather exacting ways of Tempest.

When it had not come, hé was rather sorry, though
e gave the quarter back full credit for his admirable
elf-control. An angry outbreak or open flare-up is
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nursed and: fostered in secret, ever gairing in strength
and volume like a snowball rolling downhill, until
at length it proves a serious menace to discipline and
effectiveness.

He had noticed Tempest’s methods of running the
team and had observed with regret some of the mis-
takes the fellow made in handling the men. But he
realized that it was Tempest’s way of doing things. It
was as much a part of his make-up: as his admirable
executive ability, and quite as impossible to change.

Merriwell’s keen sense of observation took in what
Kenny either would not or could not see
pest was the better man of the two for the place. His
judgment was sounder and his knowledge of the tactics
and stratagem of the game better than Kenny’s. It
was only his methods of handling the men which were
at fault and which prevented him from obtaining per-
fect results.

Dick had worried a good deal over the matter, for he
knew how much depended on there being perfect con-
cord among the members of the team. To do their
best, it was necessary for each individual to throw
aside all personal feelings and subordinate himself to
the general good: The slightest rift in the lute showed
itself promptly in the lowered esprit de corps of the
organization.

As yet he had not said anything definite to Tempest.
He knew the fellow was doing his best to secure re-
silts. His whole heart was fixed on gaining a victory
in the great game of the season, and to that end. he
strained every effort. Merriwell had trigd several
times by means of gentle hints to bring about an im-
provement inthe condition of affairs, but he was afraid
that he should very soon feel like seeking 1 recourse in
other methods.

Thinking the matter over at the table that night

            

made him, too, rather silent, and added to the general

impression of uneasiness and disquiet which prevailed.

Kenny was one of the first to finish supper and leave
the table. Phil Keran caught up with him as he was
walking back through “Grub Alley.”

“What's. your hurry?” he questioned.

“Oh, nothing special,”
shortly. “I just didn’t feel like hanging around there
and hearing Tempest shoot off his face.”

Keran laughed. :

“T should think you had had about enough of him
he ‘rejoined. “Got anything on to-
night?” $

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our rooms and méet Clarence Carr, Archie’s brother,
“You remember Archie Carr,
don't you?”
“Surest thing you know,” Kenny returned,
ening up a little. “He substituted on the varsity the
year I was captain of the scrub. I don’t ever remem-

Keran answered. who
graduated two years ago,

bright-

ber his brother, though.”’

“Nice chap,” commented Keran. . “Broker, I. un-
derstand, and is taking a few days off to rest up after
a bear raid'on the market. He's stopping at the New
Haven House.”
“Yale man?” |
“Nope,
brother’s account.
to stay over for the game Saturday.”
| They crossed lm Street and struck into the campus
by Durfee. eran and Kenny both had quarters in
Vanderbilt, and five minutes later they were settled in
the latter’s comfortable sitting room on the third floor.
Carr had not yet arrived, but presently a couple of
other fellows strolled in, and about half-past seven
there came a brisk knock on the door.
Keran at once sprang up, and, opening it, ushered in
a slim, erect man of about thirty, with keen, dark
eyes, rather good-looking features, and fairly bub-
bling over with vim and good spiritss ‘
“How are you, old fellow!” he exclaimed, shaking
Keran’s hand. “Great of you to have me here. Archie
said I mustn’t lose any time in looking up ‘Old Pl ul,
as he cails you, the minute I set foot in New Haven.’
“Glad to see you again, Mr. Carr,” Keran returned

cordially, as he took his guest’s coat and hat.

3ut he’s all for old Eli on his
Crazy about football, and is going

Brown.

Tl. rec-

ognized your voice perfectly over the phone this morn-/

ing.’

“Really?” exclaimed.Carr. “You've got a good
memory. vy hy, we only met once, an that was three
years ago.”

He greeted Kenny and the other men with a smile
and hearty handclasp, and then settled down in an
easy-chair and pulled out a cigar case.

“T won't offer you one, Keran,” he smiled, “because

I know you shouldn’t take it, but perhaps your friends .

will indulge. I'll guarantee they’re pretty good.” ’
He extended the case to Kenny, who sat nearest him.

The quarter back shook his head.

“No, thanks. I’m in Phil’s class.”’

“Don't you believe it,”

grinned Keran. ‘“He’s a

sight more important to the varsity than I ever could

be. Why, I only got in after the Princeton game by

the skin of my teeth, peace he’s been aaa back —

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Proffering the
case to the other two men, who each took a cigar, he
selected a weed himself and returned the rest to his

Mr. Carr seemed much interested.

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pocket.

“Well, well,”
That’s a pretty responsible job.
back was the brains of the team.”

he remarked briskly. “Quarter, eh?
In my day the quarter

“So he is to-day,” Keran said quickly. “He would
be at New Haven if we didn’t have a fellow like

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Tempest trying to

He stopped abruptly, and his face flushed a little.
In his haste he had said rather more than he had in-
tended, considering that Carr was a comparative
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The latter held the lighted match suspended in the
air about six inches away from his cigar, while he sur-
veyed Keran’s embarrassed face with his keen black

 

eyes. ay

‘Tempest?’ he questioned. ‘‘He’s the captain, isn’t: A :
he?”

Keran nodded.

There was a momentary pause, during which Carr ~
applied the match to his cigar and took a puff or two
to make suré that it was well lighted. nen he leaned

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“Tt’s always a mistake for the captain to butt in too
much with the quarter back,” he remarked casually.
“Of course, if the quarter isn’t onto his job he should
but if he can’t stand on his own legs at
game he ought to be dropped and —
Constant nagging of the.
a good many de-

    
 

be coached ;
this stage of the
some one found who could.
quarter back has been the cause of
feats. Why, I remember just such a case in my last’
year at Brown. I was one of the subs in the game
with Cornell. The captain had a grudge against the
quarter, and his continual interference got the fellow |
so on his ear that we lost the game. Ballard—that was —
the captain—certainly got his when it was all over |
Coaches, alumni, and about all the team landed

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2 “Iexactly my point of view,” he returned quickly,
a exhaling a cloud of smoke as he spoke. .“‘I fancy the
trouble with this Tempest is that he wants to have his
finger in everything.” ”
a There was a momentary pause. Neither Kenny nor
ot Keran seemed inclined to pursue the subject farther.
Presently Carr looked up at the latter.
rs “Of course you boys are going to wipe up the grid-
ie iron with Harvard on Saturday ?’’ he smiled.
ie : Keran grinned.
. “Oh, sure,” he, returned quickly. “There won't be
1 anything left of them to carry back to Cambridge.”
Dy Carr laughed heartily ; then his face sobered.
tk, “But honestly, haven’t the crimson boys got a crack-
ares, erjack eleven this year?” he questioned seriously. ‘“The
ts 5 ‘ splendid game they put up the other day got me a lit-
an tle worried. I certainly don’t want to see old Yale
ee thrown down.” |
ni | “I don’t think you need have any fear of that,”
ue +f Keran said slowly, “unless :
i te He hesitated. Carr’s bright eyes were fixed ques-
tioningly on his face. |
“Yes t"
“Unless Oh, well, you can’t tell what might
happen,” Keran finished with an attempt at careless-

ness. ‘When Bob Hollister dropped out just before
the Princeton game it was the very last oe that any
of us expected.”

A gleam of comprehension flickered across Carr’s
mobile face and was gone.

“True,” “one never can \tell what

But we'll certainly hope nothing does.

he, murmured,
might turn up.

4 If I were betting on the game, I think I should have no
ot _ hesitation in putting my money on the blue.”

ae . The talk drifted to other subjects, and for half an
ae hour Carr entertained the fellows with ‘stories and

_ amusing anecdotes. He w ‘as a good talker and had ap-
_ parently had all sorts of interesting experiences, but
he also knew when to leave off, As the clock struck
~half-past nine he arose briskly to his feet.

“Well, boys,
a smile.
to meet these friends of yours.
_. before Saturday, I hope.”

He slipped into his overcoat and patted toward the

I must be running along,” he said, witl

_Tll see you all again

    
 

older man out.

St aI SI ee Eas

“Had a bully evening, Keran, and no end glad >

- door. At that moment Kenny recollected that he ought |
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At the head of the stairs they said good night again,
and, as they shook hands, the quarter back said care-
lessly :

“If you'd care to drop in and see me some night, I’d
be awfully glad to have you. My rooms are on the
next floor.”

“Thanks very much,” returned Carr.
up some night and smoke a cigar with you.

“Til take you
By-by.”

CHAPTER III,
THE EXPLOSION.

Jack Kenny, arrayed in his well-worn, faded foot-
ball togs, sat lacing up his shoes. He was feeling fine.
His grouch of the night before had pretty well worn
off, and, ashe pulled the laces tight, he warbled a lit-
tle ditty which had just been going the rounds of New

Haven:

“There was a girl in our town,
And she was good to scan.

She spent her days in playing games
Where she got lots, of tan. .

And when she saw the tan was on,
With all her might and main,

She rushed into a beauty shop
And took it off again.”

    
      
       
  

The air was insidiously catchy, and, without realiz-
ing it, most of the dozen fellows who thronged the
locker room in various stages of undress, hustling to
clothe themselves for the afternoon practice, began to |
hum it. e

‘Kénny stood up and stamped each foot hard. . Then,
in his: droning, monotonous undertone—he had very
little voice and less ear—he commenced the second
verse:

   
      
   
         
     
         
    
   
 

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Built on a mantmoth plan.”

 
     
    

Then the fellows woke up.
“Cut it out!”
“Shut up!’
“Close! your trap, you old idiot! :
“You sound like a scissor grinder!”
Kenny ceased his musical efforts and looked ee 7
wild-eyed surprise.
“Thought you -liked it,” he gtinned.
all humming it to beat the cars.”
“Of course we were!” retorted Rudolph Rose.
“Why wouldn’t we when you start us going?” ;
“I'd just got the beastly thing out of my head after
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close behind him.

: after the down.

he snapped.
gets within reach.”

6 Til  2Qr
Teddy Baxter. “when you had to go and begin it
again.”

“Too bad,” Kenny sighed with suspicious meekness.
“T won’t do it again.”

But the mischief was already done. All the way
out to the gridiron some one would burst out every

now and then with a few bars, and then suddenly

close his jaws with a vicious snap and glare at the in-

nocent quarter back.

The latter took his place in the line quickly. , He
lad resolved to keep a good hold on his temper, and
if Tempest was only halfway decent things would go
all right. He did not want to precipitate an outbreak,
for he knew that it would only make a bad matter
worse.

“There are only a few days more,”
himself, “and then it will be all over.
be good unless he shoves me too hard.”

Unfortunately, the captain of the varsity was not
in the best of humors. He had been worrying over a
certain complicated pass, which he wanted to use in
the great game, but of which he felt rather doubtful.
He knew its value if it were only properly done, but
he’ wasn’t at all sure that the fellows were familiar
enough with it to have it at their fingers’ ends.

Consequently he was a bit short in his manner when
he ordered Kenny to start out with that play.

“Fool!” grumbled the quarter back to himself.
“Don't he give me credit for any sense? He might
haye known after the way things were left yesterday
that I’d start out with that pass. You might think
this was a kindergarten!” é

He crouched, ripped out the signal, took the ball
from Baulsir, and slammed it to Baxter, who passed
It was a fair pass, and the play
went through successfully.

“Try it again,’ ordered Tempest, as they lined up
Little more ginger, Kenny. Don’t
hold onto the ball quite so long this time.”

Kenny flushed.

“What the mischief do you want me to do with it?”
“T can’t very well pass it until Baxter

he thought to
I'll try and

“You know what I mean,”
shortly. “All ready, now.”
Kenny ground his teeth and bit his lips to keep, back
the retort which was trembling on them.

“Gee!

returned the captain

I'd like to give you one that would silat

that ugly mug of yours!” he thought angrily.
_ This time his movements were like chain lightning.

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so swiftly that Baxter, wHo was not quite ready for it,
clutched wildly for it, stumbled, staggered, and only
retained his. hold on the slippery pigskin by a tre-
mendous effort. There was a momentary delay which
gave the scrub a chance to lunge forward, and the re-
sult was ‘that the pass netted barely a yard, before the
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pence: eyes flashed.

“Worse than before!” he exclaimed.

a little judgment, Kenny?”

“Why don’t
you use a
The quarter back whirled around and faced him.

“Why don’t you give me a chance?” he retorted.
“The way you've been playing the game lately, it looks
to me as if you didn’t expect any one to have a grain
of sense except yourself.”

Tempest’s face hardened. He opened his lips as
though he were about to make a sharp retort and
then shut them with a snap.

“That'll about do for you!” he said, in a hard voice.
“Go over that pass again, and do it right this time.”

Jack Kenny’s face was scarlet. His lips trembled
and he was evidently having a struggle to contain him-
self. Finally, with tightly clenched fists, he turned his
back to the captain and crouched in his place. .

“By thunder!’ he muttered. “I can’t stand much
more of that. Just about one more of those remarks

‘and something will happen.”

This time the pass went through without any criti-
cism on the-part of Don Tempest. He seemed to
realize that he had been rather too hasty, and for
a time he restrained his very evident desire to dictate
to the quarter back.

Kenny kept at the Bey until the fellows had it down
like clockwork. For a time he was obstinately deter-

mined not to leave it until Tempest gave the word.

The latter had heen running things to suit himself.
Let him decide, what he wanted done. |

Presently, however, the quarter back realized the
childishness of such methods of procedure. Tempest’s
interference was the very thing which had made him
so sore, and now he was simply playing into the cap-
tain’s hands by his foolishness.

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Consequently, when he was sure that the pass had

~ been thoroughly mastered, he gave the signal for the

crisscross play which had used up so much time the
day before. He did not consider it of very much
value. From its very nature, they could not use it
more. than twice at the most, during the entire game;
but so much stress

    

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the men had it thoroughly in their heads. Then he
branched out into something else.
lor a time Tempest made no.comment, though the
fellows noticed that he was getting more and more
‘uneasy. They could see no particular reason for it.
Kenny seemed to be doing well enough. He was
going through all the passes and runs and forma-
tions which had been praeticed so much’ for two weeks
back, alternating them with skill and judgment. — It
was a sort of general review of the plays which they
would use against Harvard, and the quarter back felt
that it was good season they went through it, in-

stead of spending all their time on one or two forma-

tions.

The shadows began to lengthen across the field.
Presently the sun dropped behind the west grand stand,
and twilight swiftly gathered. Still Kenny kept up
his general tactics without returning to the double pass
or the crisscross which had used up so much of the
afternoon. At length, just as they were lining up after
a round-the-end run, Tempest spoke up again.

«Give us that crisscross again,”

“Bah!” grumbled Kenny, without turning.
and your old crisscross !”

he said shortly.
“You

Tempest’s ears seemed to be abnormally. sharp. -

“What did you say?” he snapped.

His nerves were a little on edge from the mental
strain and worry he had been under for the past few
weeks, and probably his voice was sharper and more
domineering than he realized. ‘At all events, it was the
last straw. Kenny straightened up and turned slowly
around to face the captain. His face/was a little pale

and his lips firmly set.

“T said, “Hang you and your old crisscross,’ ” he re-
turned deliberately.
an hour on it already this afternoon, and the fellows
couldn't get-it any smoother if they tried.”
Tempest’s face grew hard and set. -
“Who's running this team, Kenny?” he demanded.
“You or [?” |

“You seem to be making’ a pretty good stab at run-

ning the team and everybody on it!” the quarter back
burst out, throwing caution to the winds.

“You make
You don’t give
It’s ‘Kenny do
You

me sick with your eternal butting in.
a fellow credit for a grain of sense.

How do you expect to shake out
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me out and take it yourself? But no, that wouldn't
want to run the whole lot of us as if we were a flock
of sheep without any ideas of our own, and a nice |
mess you'll make of it.
I’ve stood about all of your domineering ways I’m go- |
ing to for one afternoon. You can turn to and be
quarter yourself, and see how you like it!’

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and started
toward the track house at a rapid stride.

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CHAPTER IV.
SOME STRAIGHT TALK

For a moment not a sound broke the stillness. Tem-  —
pest glared after the retreating Kenny as if he would 4
liked to throttle him. The other members of the team
stood silent, shifting from one foot to the other, wait- |
ing for the explosion with mixed expressions. Spme ~
seemed rather pleased than otherwise at the turn things ~
had taken, while others, realizing the gravity of the |
situation, looked serious. . ]

“You blamed little runt !’’ exploded Tempest as soon 1
as he got his breath. “If I don’t

He broke off abruptly as Dick Merriwell stépped
quickly to his side and touched his arm warningly. A
few swift, whispered words passed between the two. 2
Dick seemed to be urging something to which the cap-
tain at length reluctantly agreed.

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The group instantly melted away, most of the men
being eager to get out of earshot to talk over this new,
and not altogether unexpected, development. Dick, ,

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“It’s a case of insubordination, pure and sitnple!”
the captain burst out. “He'll have to go!” ee
There was no word of acquiescence from the men
around him, and Tempest flashed a swift glance of
surprise at their serious faces. ;

“You don’t agree with me?” he questioned shortly.
“Where are you going to get afiother quarter at this
stage of the game?”’ growled Bill Fullerton, the head
coach. ; '
“Why, Gillis, of the scrub,” Tempest answered.
“He knows all the signals and Has the. plays. doy gs

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undercurrent of doubt in his voice.

in spite of himself, however, there was an

“Punk along side of Kenny,” Fullerton said tersely.

“But I can't take that line of talk and do nothing,”

protested Tempest. “In twenty-four hours there
wouldn't be any discipline left.”
He glanced at Merriwell questioningly, expecting

confirmation of his views,
head. ;

“At least,
[f we had a couple of weeks be-

“It wouldn't do, Don,” he said slowly.
‘not at this late day.
fore the game, Gillis might be hammered into shape;
but it would be suicidal to put him in Kenny’s place
now.”

He hesitated a moment and then went on slowly

“I hate butting in, old fellow, but once ‘in a while
a chap’s got to.

freely,

You don’t mind if I speak rather

do you, Don?”

Tempest shook his head, but it was plain from the
expression on his face that advice was not
palatable.

especially
“Spit it out, Dick,’ he returned shortly.

“T think
you're a little to blame for Kenny’s

“It's just this, Don,”
that, in
flare-up.
been watching him closely, and |
outbreak would come before this.
it didn’t was because Jack was doing his best to keep
his temper...

Merriwell explained.
a way,

He's been sore for quite some time. I’ve
rather expected the
The reason why
I think he realized, as well as you or I
could, the folly, even danger, of a split in the team
at this juncture; and I honestly believe that he kept a
grip on himself until he simply ¢ouldn’t hold in any

longer.” at

Tempest’s face darkened.
he said

“You imply that I practically drove him to

“That's a pretty hard one on me, Merriwell,”

the wall.”

“Of course it}
I don’t mean that,
I don’t suppose you've realized it, old man,
but you have been putting in your oar lately a little
No doubt you’ve seen the value

“In a, way, yes,” Dick answered.
wasn’t intentional on your part.

_of certain plays, which, perhaps, haven’t appealed to

Kenny, and have consequently harped on them more
You've lost track of the
fact that Jack is one of te ablest, most brainy quar-

j ters we've ever had, and that he should be entitled to
E do a little thinking on his own hook. Besides, no fel-
‘low, no matter how much of a dub he may be, likes to

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taken aside, you know, and

perhaps asked their advice as to the value of a certain
play or formation, instead of being ordered to do thus
Per-
haps that method doesn’t appeal to you, but I have
found it much the simplest and effective way of getting
results.

and so without having any reason given them.

“The fellow is a bit flattered at having his opinion
consulted. He does what you want willingly,
half the time he thinks that it is his own idea.
body is happy and the

and
Every-

Of course,
you've been

goose hangs high.

you haven't realized but really, Don,

pretty sharp and domineering for the past two weeks.

/
| have a notion that the big game has got on your
nerves a trifle, and that, in your anxiety to prepare

against any contingency, you've gone at the fellows in
a way which has made others than Jack Kenny sore.”

He stopped, and for a time no one spoke. Then Bill
Fullerton nodded his head emphatically.

“That’s the talk!’ he said decidedly. “Lead ’em,

don't try to drive ’em, and you get better results. det
me do the driving when it is necessary.’
Chagrin and anger
struggled with a dawning realization that Merriwell
had spoken the truth. He was a fellow who hated
to be given advice, byt he was also fair-minded enough
to know that Dick was not the sort who would speak
as he had unless there was a great need for it.

Tempest’s face was a study.

“I suppose you're right, Merriwell,”’
at length.
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he said slowly,

ter idea of the real state of affairs than one who is
taking part in them. ‘Perhaps I have been too sharp

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and. quick in the way I’ve handled the boys, but, some-

how, it isn’t my way to get around a man in the man-
ner you suggest. If I’m running the team, well and
oa? Sut if the fellows begin to question my orders,
s about time I stepped out.”’

Merriwell exclaimed, “You don’t get
what I meam at all. I hadn’t the slightest notion of
your submitting to dictation from’ anybody in your
management. But there are more methods than one of
getting your way, and I think you'll find that a little
persuasion will go considerably farther than downright
bullyragging. You don’t mean it that way, of course,
but: that’s how it appears to some of the men.

let’s have any more talk about your stepping out.
body’s going to do that.
patched up or we'll Nose the game on Satyrday, the
surest thing you know.

take things a little easier.

“Nonsense! ag

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Don't try to run the whole

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team. It’s a wonder you’re not a wreck now, the way
you've tried to take everything on your shoulders.”’

“But I can't help worrying about things,’ Tempest
protested. “I can’t help seeing where they don’t. go
right, and trying my best to. remedy them.”

“You try too hard,” Dick retorted. “If you think
it over, you'll realize that Kenny’s got brains enough
to come out all right if he’s let alone. You're not
going to try any more new stunts, and the boys have
got the others down to a point where their work
At least, try *my
Let Jack have his own way for a day or

couldn’t be very much improved on.
plan, Don.
so, and see if I’m not right—see if he doesn’t show
results. He’s got to play the game practically alone on
Saturday. And it’s only fair that he have his chance
for the rest of the week.”

In his eagerness to make his point of view plain,
Dick had spoken rather more emphatically than he in-
tended. He realized this,,and went on quickly:

“You mustn’t mind if I’m‘a bit sharp, Don. I
haven't minced matters because I wanted to put things
plainly to you. If we can only keep things running
smoothly and prevent such disagreements, as this, there
isn't a doubt in my mind that we'll put it all over Har-
vard, But you know yourself that with a team at
loggerheads, when every fellow is taking sides and
questioning the ability of the man at the helm, there
isn’t a ghost of a show for good work. Think it over,
old fellow, and see if I’m not right. It’s orly three
days now before the game. See if you can’t manage to
hold in for that short time, and we won't have any
more trouble.”’

Tempest looked up with a wry smile on tis face.

“I reckon I'll have to,” he said slowly, “or there
won't be any team left. How about Kenny, though?
Will he come back?” mca

Merriwell’s lips straightened out in a firm line.

“T'll seé to him,” he said quickly. “I don’t think
there’s any doubt about that.”

Fullerton gave a grunt of relief as they started to-
ward the track house. Thanks to Merriwell, it looked
as if serious trouble had been averted.

CHAPTER V.
TROUBLE AVERTED.

_ Jack Kenny did not appear at the training table that
night. His absence was not commented upoy, by the

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There was an atmosphere of doubt and suspense

over everything, which persistently refused to be@

cleared aWay. Had the quarter back left the team for
good? Had he been fired off? What had taken place
between Merriwell, Tempest, and the coaches after the
majerity of the men had left the field that afternoon?

These and a dozen other vital questions were whis-
pered by various fellows to their neighbors ; but no one
felt like propounding them to the principals in the af-
fair, who did not volunteer any information.

Directly the gloomy meal was over, Dick hurried
across the campus to Vanderbilt and ascended to Ken-
ny s rooms. He found the quarter back sunk into the
depths of a big chair, his face black as a thundercloud.

He looked up quickly as Merriwell entered in re-
sponse to his gruff invitation, and shook his head em-
phatically. - -.

“Isn't a bit of use, Dick,” he said positively.
“You're just wasting your time.”

Me?riwell smiled.

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chair opposite Kenny.
you're talking about ?”’

“Have you any idea what.

The quarter back pursed up his lips firmly,

“You're after me to fnake it up with that fool Tem-
pest,’ he returned quickly. “But I won't do it!
stood about all of his lip that I’m going to.
drove me insane.”

I’ve
It’s nearly

Dick crossed his legs and linked his hands loosely
over one knee.

“It was pretty trying, wasn't it?” he said quietly.
“But you know, old man, Tempest didn’t mean any-
thing by it. It’s just his way. He’s so keen about the

game Saturday, and so afraid we won't get those plays’

into our nuts, that he forgets everything else.”

“The deuce he does!’ retorted Kenny. ‘“He’s done
nothing but hammer and pound at me since he came
back on the field. You might think I didn’t have any
sense at all. It’s nag, nag, nag the whole time. “Do
this, do that,’ without giving a fellow a chance to do
it himself. What am I quarter for, I’d like to know,

if I can’t use a little judgment? I’ve played football as’

long as he has, and been on the varsity longer, yet he |
treats me like a perfect kid. I tell you, Dick, I won’t
stand for it any longer. I—don’t care if I am—out
of the game—Saturday.” ene

Despite his accents of bravado, Kenny’s voice fal-»
Merriwell leaned forward —

tered a little at the end.
earnestly.

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But there was almost a sob in his voice.

- I do,” he

said. .

Angry and
excited as he had been up to this point, leavirig the
team seemed the only natural thing to do.

obtained some little consolation at the thought of*the

He had even

hole his absence would put them in. But now, having
said it in cold blood, the thing did not seem quite so
desirable, nor so pleasant.

Merriwell’s face grew very serious.

“You can’t realize what you're saying, Jack,” he
in a low, clear voice. “You can’t possibly be*in
earnest when you talk about leaving the team four days
before the great game of the season. Surely you know,
old fellow, that such a step would give Harvard the
victory as certain as fate. We haven’t any one who
could possibly take your place and run things the way
you do. Gillis hasn't got the head- That isn’t soft
the truth.”

Kenny’s slim fingers were busy tracing intricate pat-
tetns on the upholstered arm of the chair. His eyes
were averted.

“Gillis could do what I’ve been doing for the past
two weeks,” he muttered, in a,low tone. “Any dub
conld do that. een don’t want a fellow to think
for himself.”

“Did you ever try and put yourself in Don Tem-
pest’s place, Jack?” Dick asked swiftly. “Did you ever
try and figure out what sort of a man he was—w Mat
kind of a mind he has, I mean?”

The quarter back shot a swift glance at Mieerivrelt’
face and then dropped his eyes.

“He's got a cursed domineering mind, I know that
much,” he growled.

“That's the way it might appear sometimes,” Dick
returned; “but you haven’t got deep enough.

said,

soap; it’s

fully far-seeing mind and immense taleft for the
strategy of football. Surely you'll admit that.”
“He has doped out some pretty good stunts,” Kenny
_ acknowledged grudgingly.
_ “Of course he has. He’s amazingly clever at that.
And it’s about those very stunts that he makes his great
mistake. His mind is so wrapped up in the results he
‘wants to get that he doesn’t care how he gets them.
Moreover, he’s intolerant of advice ‘i

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momentary. The situation was far too serious for

trifling.

“T know that,”’
I told him this afternoon.”

‘“Humph !” grunted Kenny, looking up swiftly. “I’m
glad. you did that much. I’m glad he realizes that

he returned quickly, “and that’s what

besides me has noticed the way he’s been
What did he say to that?”
far his enthusiasm and

somebody
going on.

He hadn't realized how

earnestness had carried him,’ Merriwell explained.
Jack, Don is a fellow who commands. by
sheer We have made him captain of the

team, and he expects to be obeyed implicitly and with- 4

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out question when he has decided what he thinks is
the right course. Another man might get his way by a
more sympathetic, tactful appeal; but,Don can’t-——he -
doesn’t know how. That quick, sharp manner, which
seems so imperious and. domineering, is. unfortunate,
but it’s just as much a part of his make-up as. any
unpleasant traits of character which you or I possess
are parts of ours, and it's just.as hard to overcome.
He doesn’t really mean anything by it, and f think
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pecting you'd flare up before this; Jack. If youhadn’'t =|

had great self-control, you would have, for there was
every provocation in the world; but you'll find things hy

pleasanter from now on. You're not thinking about == |

deserting the bunch now, are you?” | orate

Kenny hesitated an instant and then looked up at sf
Merriwell, with a rather shamefaced expression on his |
pleasant face. ae

“No, I reckon not,” he replied, in a low tone. “I |
don’t suppose I really could have left the team in cold a (
blood, but I was so blazing mad with Tempest I was
ready to do anything. Besides, I was pretty sure he’d
fire me off after what I said on the field.”

Dick wisely refrained from telling him that such
had been Tempest’s first intention. Springing to his
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way,” he smiled. eel, [ must run along. Practice it
at three to-morrow.’ 1 i

“All right, T’ll be there,” Kenny said, witha netihy
of his usual cheerful manner: “only, Dick i.

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said hesitatingly. “I've held in so long that my nerves
are worn to a frazzle, and it wouldn't take a whole
lot to start me going.”

“Don’t worry,” Dick smiled. “I don’t think there'll
be any more trouble, but if Don should get a little ag-
gravating try and remember what I told you. It isn’t
really his fault, and he doesn’t mean anything by it.
Just grin and bear it. We all have our troubles, you
know.”

“Sure,” grinned Kenny.
Good night.”

“Well, I'll try my best.

CHAPTER VI.

THE MAN WITH A PURPOSE.

When the door had closed behind Merriwell, Kenny
dropped back into his chair, a smile still on his lips.
The change of heart which Dick had brought about
was a distinct relief to the quarter back.

Looking at it in cold blood, he shuddered at his
narrow escape. What.an ‘awful thing it would have
been if he had really thrown up his place on the varsity.
The thought of having the contest with Harvard take
place, and he not on the team, was appalling and sent
an icy shiver up and down his spine. That was the
event to which they all looked forward eagerly from
the very beginning of the season. It was the culmina~
tion—the finish of all things; and this game would
indeed be the finish for him. It was his “last year.
Never again would he have a chance to face the wear-
ers of the crimson. Not to have played on Saturday
would have broken his heart.

He was still turning ghe matter over in his mind
when there came a quick knock at the door.

“Come in,” he called.

The door swung open and Clarence Carr, blithe,
brusque, and smiling, entered the room.

“Hello!’’ greeted Kenny, springing to his feet.
“Come in and rest your face and hands.”

“Didn’t expect to see me quite so soon, did you?”
smiled the older man. “But I had an hour to spare,
so I thought - d take advantage of your invitation and
look you up.”

“Glad you did,’ Kenny returned cordially, taking the:
other’s overcoat and hat. “Sit down and smoke one of
your own cigars.- That sounds pretty inhospitable, but,
-not indulging in them, I don’t keep any on hand.”

_. Carr dropped into a chair and took out a weed.
_ “You didn’t put your foot into it the way one of the

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boys down in Wall Street did the other day,” he re-
marked. “He's but doesn’t
happen to smoke. One of the brokers offered him a
which he declined with a virtuous air.. ‘No,
‘I’m not addicted to the vice.’ That
‘It isn’t a vice,’
The

sa pretty gay bird generally,

cigar,
thanks,’ he says,
naturally got the other fellow’s goat.
he snapped back, ‘or you probably would be.’
drinks were on Harry that time.”

Kenny laughed and settled down comfortably on the
couch. He’had taken a decided. fancy to this fresh,
breezy man of the world, who seemed to go. through
life in such a jolly, good-tempered way.

“Well, how’d things “go to-day?” Carr asked. pres-
ently, ina casual tone. ‘Any more rows?”

Kenny hesitated and a slow flush crept into his face.

‘We did have it pretty hot toward the end,”
fessed. “I flared up and gave Tempest a piece of my
mind, and then left the field just about ready to throw
the whole thing up.”

A look of genuine anxiety flashed into Carr’s face.

“Oh, thunder!’ he exclaimed quickly. “You
wouldn’t do that, would you? Why,
about give Harvard the game!”

he con-

it would just

“T’m not going to—no,” Kenny returned. “I've seen
since then that I couldn't, of course; but I was so
blooming mad at the time that I was ready for any-
thing.”

The broker sank back in his chair with a sigh of
relief.

“Gee! You gave me a start,”
thought for a minute you still meant that,
certainly don’t want to see old Yale licked.”

He took a meditative puff on his cigar and then
went on rather casually:

“Well, what was the trouble to- day?
of yours-been interfering again?”

“He sure has,’ Kenny returned. “It would take the
patience of Job to put up with him.”

’ he confessed. “I
and [|

That captain

His face darkened at the remembrance of Tempest’s
nagging. Though he had promised Dick he would
remain with the team, and was more than thankful he
had done so, his dislike for TempestAvas not in the
least lessened. The feeling of soreness and sense of
unfair treatment had grown,so gradually, and had

been resolutely repressed for so long, that when it _

finally broke forth into a flame it was far too strong
to be quenched readily, and, almost before he knew
it, the quarter back found himself narrating the whole

unpleasant series of incidents to this new friend who-~

seemed so interested”“and so sympathetic.

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row.
blade. What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I'll have to put up with it, I reckon,”
said hesitatingly.
talking-to and thinks he'll hold his jaw and keep his

“TL certainly don’t blame you for raising a

This Tempest must. be a fearful aggravating

Kenny
“Merriwell says he gave him a good
hands off for a while; but I tell you this much, if he
starts in with his nagging to-morrow I shan’t be re-
sponsible for what I do.”

“It’s a
wonder to me you've held in as long as you have. I’m
afraid I’d have blown up when he first started in to
bulldoze.”

“I felt like it, you’d better believe,’ Kenny returned ;
“but I didn’t want to start a row. That sort of thing
doesn’t do any good to the work of a team.”

“No, of course not,” Cart,

He smoked for a few moments in thoughtful si-:
id lence.

; “T should say not!” the broker exclaimed.
y

agreed

“How’d he ever come to be made captain?” he mused
presently. “I should think your temperament was much
better suited for the position than his.”

Kenny flushed with pleasure at this remark.

“It was pretty close,’ he answered; “but the fellows
must have thought he was better qualified. There’s

his thorough knowledge of the game.”

“But that’s very far from being everything,’ Carr
said quickly. “The/captain of a football team, or any
other, for that matter, should have tact. He should
know more than anything else, almost, how to handle
his men to get the best results from their working to-
gether as a single unit. Apparently Tempest doesn’t
possess this qualification, but, from even the little I
know of you, I should imagine you would have no such
difficulties as he has run up against in that regard.
You don’t mind my talking in this frank way, I hope.
You see, I’m very much interested in it all.”

“No, of course not.”’

_ Again the quarter back felt that pleasant glow of
satisfaction stealing over him. Clarence Carr was
_ evidently a man of keen insight and understanding,

It was gratifying to meet a fellow of such. perfect ap-
preciation.

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The broker stayed somewhat later than he had ai
~ Phil Keran’s roo:ns the night before. A good part of.
the time was spent in discussing the football situation.

Clarence Carr was a wonder fully clever man, and,
moreover, he had a distinct object in view.

  

_ Little by little, his insidious words penetrated to
¥ psec oe mind and. stayed there. It was all so

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cleverly done that the quarter back did not realize for ;
a single moment that there was anything underneath 1
the pleasant, jovial broker’s discourse, punctuated now I
and then by witty stories and amusing anecdotes. [ {
But the result was that, by the time Carr took his
leave, Kenny’s dislike for Don Tempest had been fp
fanned into a flame of hatred. His sense of unfair a
treatment rankled bitterly, while his contempt for the Lt
captain’ s methods reached a point where he began to | t]
entertain serious doubts of the fellow’s ability as a ‘s
leader. Under such a man’s guidance, he reflected, a
how was it possible that the tedm could work to any ei
advantage? ° Already the fellows were grumbling f
against his exactions. What would it be like on the pe
day of the game, when nervousness and self-doubt is / Pet
always rampant? f Bs
Carr’s hearty “good night” floated upward from the | Le
stairs, and Kenny closed the door with a sigh and Poy i
stood thoughtfully by the table. Nothing seemed sure, s bf
now. He was even growing doubtful of their ability tp
to wrest a victory from the crimson. fe
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As Clarence Carr left Vanderbilt Hall he seemed to
be in even higher spirits than usual. Swinging briskly ihe
down the grive with a smile on his face and humming
a little tune under his breath, he passed through the Mas;
ornate gateway and turned to his left down Chapel Me
Street. :

He had good. reason to be satisfied with the even-
ing’s work. He had been even more successful than
he had hoped. The ball had been started rolling, and
there was nothing/left for him now but to watch it
carefully and make sure that it kept on its way.

It took but a moment to reach the New Haven
House, whete he paused in the lobby, keenly scrutiniz-
ing the occupants of the comfortable leather-covered —
chairs.
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hardly expected he would be.” eae
Without delay, he passed on to the bar, and he had~
scarcely stepped inside the doorway before his eyes
fell upon the figure of the man for whom he was look.
ing.
Fle was rather under medium height, and very fat. ei
The striking, violet- colored waistcoat covered a vast
expanse of rotundity, and across the front was looped

      
   

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a massive gold chain which looked almost like a cable,

hanging pendant from which, at the point where it

passed through the buttonhole, where half a dozen
fobs, lockets, and diamond-studded trinkets.

In the scarf of violet silk, which just matched the
waistcoat, sparkled a large diamond. On several of
the pudgy fingers were a plentitude of rings—also set
with diamonds. But the most remarkable feature of
the man was the face which topped the barrel-like fig-
ure, and which had the grotesque appearance of being
| set directly upon the broad, check-clad shoulders with-
out the usual formality of a neck.

§ It was smooth-shaven, round, and jolly, merging im-
perceptibly into the bat-wing collar by a series of dou-
ble chins. The eyes were small, deep-set and blue, and

had in them an expression of such infantile innocence
as to be almost incongruous., This, together with the
soft, smooth, pink-and-white skin, gave him the look

of a plump, good-natured cherub, who had allowed his
taste for rather vivid colorings and effects in the mat-
ter of dress to run riot. —

But J. Harry Edgerton was yery far from living
up to his appearance. There was nothing whatever of
the innédcent cherub about his personality, though he

had often found it expedient and profitable to allow

_ that impression to prevail. It had been inyaluable in

leading strangers to. stay. with him in a stiff poker

| *game, under the impression that the pouting, childlike
look of dismay as he surveyed his hand was a true re-

z . flection of the cards themselves. Too late they would

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| perfect accord with his looks, and gradually this had
# become so fixed a habit that he rarely put it, aside,
ee except in .moments of great excitement or. tension,
- when his true self came to the surface. At other times
é he was the bland, jolly, good-tempered and careless in-
dividual which his appearance implied. A good deal
of a sport, to be sure, but full of bright, witty stories,
which he narrated in a droll way that was irresistible,
and altogether a inost desirable fellow to take a hand
at poker or make a fourth at bridge.
His small, bright eyes lit up and a wide ‘site
wreathed his fat countenance as he saw Clarence Carr

vancing toward his position at-the end of the bar.
“Well, well,” he chuckled, holding out a plump, pink
hand. “My old college chum! How are you, Clar-
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“Glad to see you, old sport,” he returned. “Make

it a rye high ball.”
“Scotch for me,”

waiting attendant..

table.

nodded the stout cherub to the
“And ‘say—bring them over to a
I want to rest my bones.”

“Didn’t know they needed resting, Harry,” smiled
Carr, as they crossed the room to a little table in the
corner. “They’re so bolstered up and supported with
blubber, you know.”’

With a sigh,
creaking chair.

“Same. old joker, I see,”

Edgerton relapsed carefully into a

he chortled. “Wait till
you tip the scales at three hundred odd and you'll feel
the need of resting something. Whether it’s bones or
not, I can’t say.”

The drinks being set before them, each man poured
out a generous three fingers and filled the glasses with
earbonated. :

“Here’s how,’ remarked Carr, raising his glass.

The stout man nodded and took a long swallow.

‘Fair stuff,’ he remarked, setting the glass down on
the table.

Then he looked keenly at his companion, his fat lips
pursed up a little.

“Well?” he questioned. significantly.

Carr took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth
deliberately.

“I think it’s going to work,’’ he returned in a some-
what lower tone. “Tempest and Kenny pretty near

came to blows this afternoon. In fact, Kenny was so
mad that, for a while, he proposed leaving the team
altogether. That scared me when I first heard about
it, but luckily Dick Merriwell talked him into stay-
ing.’ :

“Humph!” grunted Edgerton. “I should think that
would have been the best thing possible. There'd be no
question then about the result of the game.”

“No, of-course not,” Carr said quickly; “but in that
case the.odds would be in Harvard’s favor instead of
being five to six against her as they are now.”

Edgerton nodded comprehendingly.

“I see,” he returned, taking another sip from his
“That’s true enough. I’m not very well up

are you sure you ean work this boy so there'll be

enough of a split in the team to make any material dif- |

ference in their playing.”
Carr nodded.

“T think so,” he answered.
temper, though he has kept it under control until now.

He's a bit sore, too, that he wasn’t elected captain in- ey

“He’s got a pretty het

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this If the latter only keeps

on with his bullyragging, even a little, the game is ours.

stead of Tempest.

Already the team is taking sides in the quarrel. Some
are for Tempest, some for Kenny; and that means
reduced efficiency in their playing. 1 can keep the quar-
ter back stirred up, all right, and by Saturday they
ought all to be at sixes and sevens.”

Don’t he suspect your game?” queried the stout
man,

Carr laughed. o

“Trust me for that,” he returned. “He thinks I’m all
for Yale winning. He hasn’t a notion that there’s any
motive in what I’ve said to him, except the natural
dislike of a man to see a good fellow thrown down.”
His face clouded swiftly.and his heavy brows drew
down into a frown.

“Blow me if I'm stuck on the job, though, Edge!”
he went on in a petulant tone.

The fat fellow’s smooth forehead. puckered anx-
iously.

“What's the matter?” he asked quickly. “Not get-
ting cold feet, I hope.’’

“Oh, it’s not that,” Carr exclaimed ; “but the boy is
such a decent fellow and thinks I’m all to the good. [
feel like a snake when I think of what I’m trying to
bring about. If Yalé loses, it will be blamed on him,
in a way. ‘Why, I believe the fellow really likes me!’

“Tut, tut!” clucked Edgerton impatiently. “Never
let your sympathies get control.
have any; but if you must, why, keep them under, Clar-
We've got to pull this
Den't let’s have any

ence—keep them_ under.
through, or where will we be?
more talk like that. What’s the boy to you, anyhow ?
You'll never see him again.”

“Oh, I suppose not,” Carr said petulantly. “But I
can't help feeling the way Ido. Don’t worry, though.
I'm not going to back out. I can’t afford to. That
last slump in the Street left me high and dry. But if
it wasn’t for that I’d never put my hand to a dirty deal
like this.”

An expression flashed across the fat fellow’s face
which was far from cherubic.

“Cut it out, Clarence,” he snapped; “cut it out!
Stop thinking about it, or the whole thing will slump.
Take a brace, for goodness sakef™ There's nothing to,
be so squeamish about. You've been in lots worse
things than this.” ; : 7 ,

“T know that,” returned the broker quickly. “Don't
worry; I tell you. Im not going to back out. I've
simply got to follow it through to the end, or we'll
both be stony.” | % ‘

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The placid look returned to Edgerton’s countenance .
and, with a_ sigh of relief, he picked up his glass and .
drained it.
“That's right,’ he murmured, setting it down;
And now about the bets. When can

That's where my work be-

“that’s sensible.
we start placing them?
gins, and I don’t want to be losing valuable time. How
about to-morrow ?”’ ;

“Better wait until Thursday,’ Carr returned
thoughtfully. “That'll give you plenty of time, and

I'll be able to see how things go on the field to-mor-

a

row afternoon. Of course, they won't let me watch the
I’ve got
him now so he loosens up and confides everything to

practice, but I can sound Kenny afterward.

me.”

“Well, Thursday it is, then,’ chuckled Edgerton,
his good humor quite restored. ‘That'll give me
two full days to make a killing in New York, and
Saturday morning to do a little Let's
Same for you?”

placing here.
have another drink.
The broker nodded, and Edgerton struck the bell
sharply. The high balls were ordered and swiftly
brought: By the time Carr had finished, his life took on
a rosier hue.

ee peeek yt aca - sa at Sp tie a . i an Sai alr ee

His momentary scruplés had quite van-
ished, and he flung himself into the game with renewed

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Dick Merriwell appeared on the athletic field the
next afternoon in a somewhat anxious state of mind.
After the straight talk he had given Tempest the day
before, and his subsequent interview with Kenny, he
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nothing was ever certain.

   

He was too good a judge of character to imagine |
that a mere quarter of an hour's talk, no matter how ~
emphatic it was, could be the means of changing ut- —
terly the methods and point of view of a fellow like
Tempest. He felt sure that the captain of the varsity
would do his best to follow the advice which had been
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hearted chap would even put up with a little of Tem-
. pest’s nagging without breaking out again.

But, strangely enough, the practice had barely be-

gun, ‘before he found prevailing a condition: which
was quite the opposite from what he had confidently

supposed would be the case.

Almost at once he perceived that Tempest had a
firm grip on himself and was doing his best to preserve
harmony, whereas Kenny acted as if he had a chip

on his shoulder which he was almost anxious for the
captain to knock off.
4 He was as nearly sullen as such a naturally good-
tempered fellow could be, taking his part in the game
in a perfunctory manner
_vim;
with the various plays which had to be practiced, he

without his usual snap and

and, instead going ahead on his own hook

was constantly pausing and asking Tempest’s advice in
a pointed, sarcastic manner which would have driven
Ve anybody wild.

Naturally the latter got hot under the collar. Here
he was straining every effort to keep the peace, and
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Kenny,
his best to aggravate him and provoke a verbal battle.

<~.

1 i The result was that, before an hour had passed, the
two were at daggers’ points, and a feeling of unrest
and uneasiness had come over the whole team,
seriously TEETER with its efficiency, and prevented
it from doing anything like the good work it should

have done.

which

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| Merriwell was puzzled as well as decidedly angry.
oak ‘What in the world possessed Kenny? What had come
|. over him since their talk of the previous evening, when
| the quarter back had shown such a very evident and
sincere desire to see things go well, and, more than
_ that, had promised that he would do his best to that
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af instead of keeping his word, he had gone to quite
; ; _ the opposite extreme and was very evidently bent on
rousing Tempest to a fury. Merriwell could not ‘un-
derstand it, and he was so angry with the little quar-
ter back that.it would have given ‘him the. greatest
pleasure to take the sulky fellow by the shoulders and
shake him, as one would a spoiled child,

  
 
  
   

Luckily Tempest refused to be dragged into a#erbal
encounter. It was evident to him that Kenny was de-
liberately working to that. end, and, his blood aroused,
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managed to get through the afternoon without an open
cla ish

Dick saw all this with regret; and, also, with an in-
finite admiration for Tempest’s surprising self-control;
and, as soon as the practice was over, he stepped to the

an’

captain’s side.

“That was bully, Don,” he said, in a low tone. ““You
held in splendidly But that little rat ought to be
turned up and spanked. I never saw anything so ag-
gravating in my life.”

that
he was alone with Merriwell, gave full vent to his fury

By thunder, Dick

“Aggravating!’ foamed Tempest, who, now
“Agegravating isn’t the word for it!
it. was all I could do. to keep my hands off the little
I wouldn't go through another afternoon like
dollars !”’

Merriwell’s face wore a puzzled look.

devil !
this for a thousand

“I can’t think what’s got into, him,” he said thought-
fully. “I had a long talk with him, last night, and he
promised to stop his foolishness and behave himself.”
_ “And you see how he’s kept that promise!” Tempest
said bitterly. “‘He’s worse than, I ever knew him to be.
Honestly, old fellow, I'd go
off my nut. Look here, Dick, let me hand in my resig-

I can’t go on this way.

nation and you take my place. You can pull things
together and do something with them. ' They'll do
anything you want them to, but if I try to stick it out
Heaven knows what will happen. Another day like
this and they'll all be up in open rébellion.”

“Great Scott, man!” Dick cried aghast. ‘“Wify,
you're crazy! The idea of changing captains at such
a time as/this! It couldn’t be done, even if I'd con-
sider it—which I won’t for a minute. You've got to
keep on, Don, and pull things through. And we've
got to win that game Saturday. It would be better
for Kenny to go than you, ut we can't afford to lose
either of you. You must stick it out, old fellow. I'll
see Jack again and give him fits. He’s got something
on his mind which wasn) there last night, and I mean
to find out what it is.’

Without delay he proceeded to the track house
He couldn’t tackle
the quarter back in the midst of the crowd who
thronged the place, but he meant to catch him. as he
was leaving.

Quick as he was, however, he barely minsept to ge*
into his things before he saw his man hurrying out of
the door,

“Tack! he baller sallistiag up his overcoat and hat. —
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as if he wanted to avoid Merriwell, but the latter did
not propose to let | him get away.

‘“What’s your hurry?” he inquired, as he joined the
other outside the door.

“Oh,
“T just wanted to get back to the dorm, that’s all.”

They were out in the street by this time, and,
they turned and walked along the high board fence,
Dick looked his companion squarely in the face.

“What in the mischief has got into you, Jack?” he
asked quickly. ‘You told me you'd behave, and yet
- you've acted like a perfect kid all afternoon.”

Kenny hesitated.

“T can’t stand that Tempest !’’
moment. “He makes me daft.”’

“Makes you daft,” “Why,
the one who makes him, and all the rest of us, hot,
going around with a sour face and a chip on your
If I’d been Don I'd have felt like giving
You never gave him a chance

nothing,” returned Kenny, his eyes averted.

he burst out the next

repeated Dick. youre

shoulder.
you a good thrashing.
to be decent.”
The quarter back looked a little sheepish.
“T knew he couldn’t be,” he returned quickly, “so J
just got in my licks first. I thought I’d give him a
“dose of his own medicine and see how he likey it.”
“You little idiot!’ Merriwell retorted.
know what you're going to do if you keep on this
way? You're going to lose the game for us Saturday.
“Ifgyou can’t take a brace, we'll be licked as sure as
fate, and there won't be a person to blame for it but

“Do you

yourself.”

Kenny’s face flushed and he made a quick, dissent-
ing motion with one hand.

“Look Here, Dick,”
it pretty strong, isn’t it?”

“Matsa Sacty’

His words seemed to sober Kenny
a partial realization of the gravity of the situation.
All the way back to the campitggDick kept up his argu-
ment, and by the time they got off the car at Church
and High Streets he had brought the quarter, back
into a contrite and fairly repentant frame of mind.

he protested. ‘“That’s putting

Merriwell returned emphatically.

At the same time, it seemed to him that Kenny was
‘not so pliable as he had been the night before. It had
been harder to bring him to a realization of the error
of his ways. ‘Dick felt. almost as if there
was a counter influence which was pulling against his

Somehow,

own—something which was encouraging Kenny in his
rebellion and egging him on in the disagreement with
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What it could be he could not imagine. Who among
the quarter back’s friends or acquaintances could en-
courage him in his fatal folly? For any sane person
must realize that if the fellow persisted in his course
a victory on Saturday would be seriously imperiled.
He was turning this over in his mind all through
supper, and afterward, walking along Church Street
with Brad, Keran, and several others, it was still puz-
zling him.
All at once his eyes fell on Kenny himself, walking
down the street on the other side, in earnest conver-
sation with a slim, brisk man of about thirty.
‘“Who’s that fellow with Kenny?” he asked quickly.
They all glanced over the way, and Phil Keran an-
swered the question.
“Clarence Carr,’ he said re adily. “He’s Archie
He came in to see me the other night,
Nice chap, too. Crazy

He and_ Jack

Carr’s brother.
and Kenny met him there.
about football. He played at Brown.
seem to hit it off pretty well.” ‘

Dick took in the man with a swift, sesespaislihy glance.
He remembered Archie Carr perfectly as a good foot-
ball player and red-hot Yale man. There was abso-
lutely no reason why he should question his brother's
loyalty and integrity, but still a tiny germ of doubt
was generated in his mind at that moment—something
which sprang into being quite without rhyme or rea-
son, and which persisted in remaining despite its seem-

ing absurdity and incongruity.

CHAPTER: IX.

IN DESPERATE STRAITS.

Twenty-four hours later Dick Merriwell was confi-
dent that some malign influence was at work on Jack
{Kenny’s mind! combating his own strenuous efforts to
bring about concord between him and Don ‘Tempest.
Some one was doing his level best to keep the quarter
back constantly stirred up in his ire against the cap-
tain of the varsity, so that it required every bit of
Merriwell’s patience and perseverance to prevent an —
open bmeak. Kee

He had arrived at this conclusion simply from a °
keen sénse of observation. Hé knew Jack Kenny well
enough to be perfectly sure that he was not the sort
of fellow to harbor a grudge to the extent which he
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not at all like him to develop this sullen, sneering,
backbiting streak which had been apparent for the past
few days.

Some one must be egging him on; some one was de-
liberately encouraging him to combat Tempest at every
possible point ; and that person must be going about his
underhand work with amazing skill and forethought.
His method of procedure must be so insidious that
Kenny himself had .no idea he was being worked; for
at no time did Dick question for an instant the quarter
back’s loyalty to his team or to his college.

Who this some one was, Merriwell had no idea. It
must be a man who either had a personal grudge
against Tempest himself, or else had some vital rea-
son for bringing about an open rupture in the Yale
team before the great contest of the season.

Dick could not close his eyes to the fact that this

_ last condition of affairs was in a fair way to be brought

about unless something speedily intervened to prevent
it. Little by little the fellows had been taking sides-in
the unfortunate disagreement between the captain and
the quarter back.

The strain of having to keep a constant watch on
his tongue’ was beginning to tell on Tempest and
showed in a loosening of the grip he had on the team

and a resulting decrease in its efficiency.

Quick to notice this, many of the fellows blamed it
altogether upon Tempest. They began to question his
ability. among, themselves and wonder whether his
methods were right and whether he was going to lead
them to victory on Saturday.’

Doubt and hesitation and suspicion were rife on
all sides. It would take but the merest breath to add
discouragement to their number; and once a team
starts in with a doubt as to its ability to win the handi-
cap against it is tremendous. \

Merriwell did his best to instill encouragement and
hope into their failing spirits, but, under the peculiar
condition of affairs, he was almost helpless to do any
good in that line. Kenny had started the ball rolling,
and he was the only one who could stop its progress.

‘If he could only be brought to his senses and grant

to Tempest his cheerful, willing obedience and codpera-

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Men would see that his confidence in the captain was
restored, and, in their turn, might be inspired to re-
newed hope and consequent endeavor.

To this end, therefore, Dick bent every effort; but
he, was unsuccessful. Kenny listened to his words,
but was not convinced; and Merriwell knew that some
‘one else was working against him.

By Friday night he was almost certain that this
some one was Clarence Carr, who, for the past few
days, had been spending every possible moment in the
company of the quarter back. He was the only un-
known quantity among Kenny’s acquaintance. The
others were all beyond reproach, and at last, incredible
as the thought was, Dick became convinced that Carr
was doing his very utmost to bring about a rupture in
the Yale team, so that Harvard would gain the vic-
tory. -

What the broker’s motive was he could not guess.
Theré were a dozen reasons why he might wish to
bring such a thing about, and Dick did not waste much
time over that. The great thing was to convince
Kenny that Carr was meddling, and that he had an
ulterior motive for wishing the defeat of Yale; and
this was almost impossible.

The man’s manner was frank and open. He spoke
enthusiastically of Yale’s chances for victory, even of-
fering to lay a little money on the blue. He referred
often, though with apparent casualness, to his broth-
er’s intimate cOfnection with the university, and with
football; and more than once he had been heard to
wish that he had taken his degree at New Haven in-
stead of Providence.

Dick easily found an opportunity of meeting him;
for he ‘seemed to have no friends in town eXeept the
college boys, with whom he had grown to be rather
popular. He found the fellow a keen, shrewd man of
the world, likewise an interesting and amusing talker,
and possessed of a certain degree of attractiveness. — It
seemed almost incredible that such a man as he—pol-
ished, refined, and gentlemanly—could stoop to the
widerhand methods which Merriwell suspected. -And
yet, if he were not to blame for influencing Kenny, —

who was? ‘

   

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utter impossibility of convincing the quarter back of
And

where was he to get that proof, when all he had to go

nis double-dealing, without absolute proof.
by was his own intuition?

Supper on Friday night was a dismal meal. The
practice that afternoon had been particularly dispirit-
ing and lacking in yim and go, Fullerton had bellowed
himself hoarse and had been reduced to open wrath at
the wretched showing made by many of the team.
Don ‘Tempest, white-faced and with set teeth, had
struggled desperately to prevent himself giving way to
a furious outburst of rage at the aggravating Kenny,
who seemed even more possessed of the devil than
usual.

Everything seemed\to be at sixes and sevens, and

it was scarcely to be wondered that gloomy, discour-
aged faces were the rule that night, as the fellows
thought of what the morrow might bring forth and
groaned inwardly.
a Merriwell, Buckhart, and one or two others tried to
combat the persistent gloom, but without avail. They,
themselves, were not feeling any too sure about things,
and their cheering words were not of the most convinc-
ing Order. |

Consequently, the meal went on to a silent finish;
and then, as chairs were pushed back, and the men
arose, Tempest stopped them with a quick gesture.

“Just a minute, fellows,’ he said, in a low tone.
“There'll be a short meeting of the team and subs in
_ the gym at eight o’clock. Please be there, all of you.”
_ At Merriwell’s suggestion there was to be a last
effort made to rally the failing spirits of the men

  

‘and make them realize how grave was the situation.
It was all he could think of at the moment, and he

     
 

meant to take the floor himself and bring all his power
of eloquence to bear to try and brace them up. But,
: first, he intended to have another whack at Kenny and
see if by hook or crook he couldn’t bring him to. his

  

senses.

 
 

“Tf I could only prove something against that traitor,
Carr,” he said to himself, as he crossed the campus
in. Brad..."

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talking about, anyhow, pard?”
“Nothing much,” Merriwell answered, ‘as he quick-

ened his pace. “I was just thinking.”

He did not speak another word until they reached

the rooms. The moment the door was closed he dashed

into the closet, and, fumbling around for a few min-
utes in the dark, presently emerged with an armful of
clothes and a flat, oblong box.

With wondering eyes the Texan watched him
swiftly strip off his suit and array himself in the one
he had resurrected from the depths of the closet. With
ever-growing curiosity, he saw his chum open the box
and take out a jar of cold cream and some sticks of
grease paints. ‘ Then he could contain himself no
longer.

“What in thunder are you up to now?” he ex-
ploded.

“I’m going to make a last effort to bring that little = =
idiot Kenny around,’ he replied. ‘If itssucceeds, I'll

tell you all about it. If it don’t

 

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He finished the. sentence with a shrug of his shoul- ha
ders and caught up a stick of grease paint. Brad’s
face was a picture of bewilderment as he watched the J
rapid transformation going on before his eyes. A iar
touch here, a line there, worked wonders: Some false =

eyebrows, .skillfully attached, made the disguise still

more perfect.

 
 

At last, throwing down the hand glass in which he

had been inspecting the whole effect, Dick snatched

    
 

up a disreputable derby from the chair, and, clapping

* bal ; °
it on his head, tore open the door and disappeared, leav-

  
 

ing his chum staring at the closed portal in a dazed

“Well, T’ll—be—hanged !” he exclaimed presently.

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CHAPTER X.,
DICK MAKES A DISCOVERY.

J. Harry ‘Edgerton had spent such a busy day in

   

town that he missed, the Merchants’ Limited and was °.

obliged to take the 5:30 train from the Grand Cen- -

    
   
 
     
 

 
  
 

    
 
   
 
     
    
   
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tral, which did not get him to New Haven until after
seven. It was, in fact, exactly twenty-five minutes
past when he stepped out of the cab at the entrance to
the New Haven House and made his way leisurely into

the lobby.

As his smiling, cherubic countenance loomed like a
full-moon in the doorway, Clarence Carr, who had
been waiting impatiently for some time, stepped quickly
forward.

“Well!” he said, rather shortly, “I expected you an
hour ago, at the latest. What under the sun kept you
so long?”

“Patience, my sweet Dromio,” gurgled the fat fel-
low, with a pacifyjng wave of his hand. “Don’t fly at
All is well.
But let us lubricate.

me like an angry cat. Better than we

hoped for, in fact. I cannot—
simply cannot—orate in my present parched condition
of throat. It feels like the desert of Sahara—I give

™

you my word it does.”

The broker’s face relaxed considerably.
4 “Well, come along, then,” he returned. “I could
manage one or two myself.”

He linked his arm with that of Edgerton, and to-

gether they passed into the bar and took their seats at

> .
one of the small tables. An attendant was quickly sum-

moned and brought glasses, bottles, and ‘a siphon.

Then he withdrew, leaving them on the table at a

<

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lwo high balls were mixed, and promptly swallowed.

Then J. Harry leaned back in his chair with a con-
tented sigh an{l took a comprehensive survey of the
room.

There were half,a dozen men congregated at the
other end of the bar, while farther along, at a point
nearly opposite their table, a rather seedy individual,
with flushed face and dented derby, had just slouched
in and ordered gin. The stout: gentleman saw the
drink poured out, with a grimace of disgust.

“Pah!” he exclaimed. “Such a coarse drink, and’so

extremely deleterious to the lining of the stomach!

Never indulge in crude gin, Clarence. That fellow is

half seas over as it is. He'll be put out directly.’

He watched the man drain his glass at a swallow and

_1 should say about two thousand odd, including every-

      
   
    
     
  
   
   
   
  
   
  
   
   
  
 

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barely touch his lips with the chaser. Then, dismissing
the fellow from his mind, he returned to the matter in
hand, first, however, mixing himself another high ball, *
which he consumed in leisurely sips while he talked.
He would have been somewhat astonished had he
known that the object of his criticism at the bar had
performed a swift substitution of the glasses under his
very eye, and, instead of drinking the gin, he had swal-
lowed the chaser; and presently, when his order was
repeated, the full glass of gin was dumped into the
slops by the bartender under the impression that it —
was water, and another glassful poured out.

“Splendid success,” Edgerton chuckled. “I laid out

every cent I could beg, borrow, or steal, at bully odds.

thing. Now, if you’ve only done your part as well,

we'll be in Easy Street this time to-morrow night.”
Carr’s eyes sparkled.

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be afraid, Edge.
I’ve got things fixed so that the whole team is at log-
gerheads. I’ve worked Kenny every ‘minute I could
be with him, and kept that grouch of his nursed as if
it was a precious hothouse flower. The poor fool has
never suspected me for an instant. Thinks I ha®e a
sweetly sympathetic nature. I think there’s hardly ‘a. 4
doubt that we'll win out, and then for another try at

that game of the Bluebell mining stock.”

 
 

Edgerton chuckled, and raised the glass to his lips.

        
 

“Good! We'll place a few little bets here and there

to-morrow among the confiding village people, provid-

 
  

    

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ing, of course, they don’t insist on being shown the

 
 

coin. Altogether, it ought to be a prétty nice little
rake-off.”

The man at the bar seemed to have had enough gin. :

 
   
 
    
  

 
 

With unsteady gait and leering eye, he passed the table

   

and made his way toward the door. As he reached it, —

  
      
 

he caught his foot and nearly fell. The next moment

   

he had lurched out into the darkness.

     

On the pavement outside a surprising transforma-—

 
  

  

tion took place. The fellow straightened up suddenly

   

and, with a sweep of his hand, pushed his hat‘up from

    
  

where it hung over one ear. Then he started down th
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There was not the slightest sign of intoxication in his
a
3y Jove!” he muttered. ‘“That’s their game, is it?

Heaven I’ve found it out!
blacklegs !

He glanced swiftly at a near-by clock.
eight.

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catch him before he leaves

Thank What a pair of

It was almost

he exclaimed, under his breath. . “I’ve got to
for the meeting.”

The next instant he turned into one of the gates of
Vanderbilt, dashed up the drive, and cleared the steps
at a bound. Upstairs he. went, lickety-split, and
reached Kenny’s floor just as the quarter back opened
the door and stepped out.

“Wait a minute, Jack,”

something to tell you.”

he said. quickly. “I’ve got
| ,

“The deuce you have!” Kenny growled. ‘Who in

thunder are you, anyhow?’

For an instant Dick had forgotten the disguise. No
wonder the quarter back didn’t know him!
“Tt’s Merriwe ll,” he said, smiling. “Quick! Give

me a towel and some water. I'll get rid of this stuff

while we talk. I’ve got my cold-cream jar in my
pocket.”

Pushing the bewildered Kenny before him, he en-
tered the room and closed the door.

“Hustle, boy!” he exclaimed. “A wet towel first,
and then we'll go at the other.”

Still dazed, but under the influence of Dick's domi-
nating personality, Kenny brought the moistened towel,
Already he
With the first
‘vigorous rub off came the eyebrows and most of the

which Merriwell snatched from his hands.
had rubbed cold cream over his face.

  

paint. Kenny gasped as the familiar face of his friend
appeared swiftly and strangely. Then Dick plunged
into his story, for there was no time to lose.

“This Clarence Cars,”

3 he began rapidly ;
been pretty chummy with him lately, haven't you?!’

ye u've

Kenny looked astonished.

 

_ “Why, he’s been in to see me several
Dick cut in. “Talked football a_ lot,
Said you were pee: badly used on the

“Exactly,”
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double-faced liar!

own brother won't know him!

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The quarter back’s jaw dropped at this volley of
questions. A rush of color stained his face.
™ { . )
“Why, how—how-—did you——’”

” Dick flashed back.
He’s

on to buck against Tempest for the sole purpose of

“Never mind how I found out,
‘Jack, he’s a crooked scoundrel! been egging you
ruining the team and giving the game to Harvard.”

The flush died out of Kenny’s face, leaving it pale
and set. His eyes flashed indignantly.
“How dare you say that, Merriwell?”’ he exclaimed

angrily. “He couldn’t do such a thing. Why, his own

brother went to Yale and played on the varsity!”
Dick

“Would you believe it if you knew he and

“I know all that, but it’s true just the same,”’
flung back.
a pal of his had put up over two thousand dollars on
Harvard?” 7

“But how could he?” expostulated the quarter back.

39

 

“He's crazy for us to win. He’s even

“I know all that,’’ Merriwell returned swiftly; “but

this very night—not ten minutes ago—I heard the

truth from his very lips. , He was talking over it with
his pal in the bar of the New Haven House. I was
there, made up this way. I had suspected him before.

They didn’t know me, of course. The bets were all
placed in New York.
of crooks, Listen!’

Swiftly, a little brokenly, but quite clearly, he poured

into Kenny's ears the story of what he had discovered.

The qffarter back’s face was pale and his eyes horror-

stant he could not speak.

“His very words,” repeated Dick. “I’ye wotked

Kenny every minute I could be with him, and kept that

grouch of his nursed as if it was a precious hothouse

flower.
stant. Thinks I have a sweetly sympathetic nature.”
Suddenly the slim fellow’s face grew purple.
“Blazes!” he almost shouted.

I'll smash up that face of his so his
I'm going down there

this minute. I don’t care where he is.” ‘

Without waiting to pick up his hat, he started to-

ward the door, his fists clenched and his eyes wild w ith
rage. Dick caught his arm in a stip of iron.

They’re no better than a couple

The poor fool never suspected me for an in-

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“Stop, Jack!” “You've got some-

‘thing more important than that to do.”

he said sternly.

 

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“You've got'to come to the gym with me,” Merri-
well broke in swiftly. ‘You've got to set things right

with Tempest. The fellows are all in a blue funk be-

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cause of what you’ve done. They don’t believe in Don

any more, and you've got to make them believe. I

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_ don’t care what you do to this sneak after to-morrow,

+ ? but until then your duty is to Yale. I tell you, Jack,
4 the very game is at stake, and you’re the only man who
‘can stir the fellows up and give them back the con-

fidence in Tempest which you have taken away. Per-
| haps it’s toolate now. I don’t know, but you've got
to try.”

| While he was speaking, Kenny's face grew calmer,
me | Be and into his eyes crept a look which was like fear.
_ What if he had spoiled Yale’s chances for victory by

his idiotic behavior? What if it were too late for

 

 

‘reparation? <A bitter pang, sharp as a dagger point,

 

pierced him to the heart. -He saw himself branded as

 

 

 

 

a traitor to the alma mater which he loved so well, and

 

 

_ for whose success he would have willingly given up his

 

 

last breath. The thought sobered him, like a dash of

 

 

icy water and made him forget everything but the des-

 

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perate need for reviving the drooping spirits of the

 

 

team and restoring their confidence in Don Tempest,

 

 

- the man he had wronged.

 

 

‘The quarter back ceased his struggles instantly.

 

 

“You're right, Dick,’ he said, in a strained voice.

 

 

“Tye been a blind, beastly fool; but I understand now.

 

 

I'll do my best to straighten things out with the boys.

 

 

Tt can’t be too late—it simply can’t!”

  

 

 
 

He looked imploringly at Merriwell, whose face was

very serious.

  

  

- dence is a pretty hard thing to restore, sometimes: but

 

we've got to do it to-night. Come, let’s hurry.”

   
    
   

 
 

Without a word, Kenny snatched up his hat,

: switched off the light, and together the two hastened

“I hope not,” the latter said soberly. “Lost confi-

  

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CHAPTER XI.

THE MORNING OF THE GAME.

Breakfast at the training table the next morning was
a strange meal, to which the fellows loitered in at what-
ever hour best pleased them. Many showed signs of
restless slumber, and the trainer was as watchful as an

old hen with a brood of chickens.

The principal topic of conversation was the surpris-
ing shift about at the meeting last night on the part of
Jack Kenny. He and Merriwell had appeared in the
gym so late that some of the fellows were about to
sally forth and hunt them up. ‘They saw at once
that he was very much wrought up and excited, though
Merriwell seemed as calm and steady as usual.

After the meeting was called to order, the quarter
back got on his feet and made a really impassioned
speech in which he acknowledged what.a fool he had
been in questioning for a moment Tempest’s ability
as captain, then besought the fellows to forget how he
had been behaving for the past week and do their best

to pull things. through to-morrow.

There was no doubt of his earnestness and sincerity,
and great was the speculation as to what had happened
to bring about the change of heart. Many laid it to
Merriwell, but no one could be certain; for Kenny
made no explanation beyond acknowledging that he

had been in the wrong.

Dick followed him with a few well-chosen, emphatic
words, in which he pointed out the need of organized
teamwork, and cautioned every man to put aside all
thoughts of personal glory and work with all his might
for Yale.

His tone was hopeful and encouraging. He did not
allow the fellows to think for an instant that he had
any doubts of their ultimate success, and the results
of the meeting were distinctly for the better.

Nowithstanding this, however, there were many
signs of nervousness and unrest the following morning.
There always are on the day of a great game. Men
who never give a thought of their ability to win out
_at any other tinte are seized with all sorts of absurd
doubts and fears when the crucial moment is so near at
hand, which luckily vanish the instant they line up
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long, anxious period of

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on the field.
waiting which is so trying.

It is only the

Those who had Saturday morning recitations at-
tended them, though it is quite safe to say that they
were little benefited thereby. The others were sent out
to the field, where they went through a short, brisk
signal practice.

Kenny showed up splendidly at this, and, as Dick
watched him, he wished to Heaven that he might have
been brought to his seases before the eleventh hour.
It would have been so much better in every way. Hor
Merriwell could not help but feel a certain amount of
worry and uneasiness as to how the men would show
up in the afternoon. Though he preserved a smiling
face and confident demeanor, he was inwardly not a
little doubtful of results. He knew, better, perhaps,
than any one else, how difficult it is to restore confi-
dence once lost. Kenny’s awakening had had a good
effect, but whether it would prove a lasting one time
alone would show.

So much depended on how the game went at the
start, and he resolved to strain every effort to prevent
Harvard from scoring in the first quarter.

The short practice over, the fellows trotted a few
times about the gridiron and then returned to the
campus, where they wandered about, awaiting the ar-
rival of the Harvard boys, who were momentarily ex-
pected.

Dick was detained by a consultation with Fullerton
He did

not, in fact, realize how the time had flown, and was

and Tempest, which took place in his rooms.

consequently surprised when the door was burst open
unceremoniously and his old friend Dale Sparkfair,
now captain of the Harvard varsity, rushed into the
room. .
“Richard, my boy, how are you?’ he exclaimed, ad-

vancing with outstretched hands. “You're a sight’

for sore eyes!”

Dick’s face lit up with pleasure as he gripped Spark-
fair’s fingers. |

“Great, 6ld fellow,” he smiled. ytlow’s yourself ?
Haven’t seen you since that day last summer on the,
lake when we had a pick-up game of ball.”

“And you came so blamed near being licked,” the

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“Never mind, You're safe to get licked, secret or no —

    

  

Harvard man put in. “You were pretty bad, that day, mel
old man. So very punky that I got careless and let eh
you in. Ofcourse, had I been in my usual form, such
a thing would never have happened. I hope you're
prepared for a drubbing this afternoon? Despite my
native modesty, I am forced to admit that we have col-
lected such a team as Harvard—or, I may say, any
other college—never before turned out.”

His blue eyes were mirthful and his lips curved in a

°

smile. ee

 

Dick laughed.

“Tt’s a shame to disappoint you, but we’ve just about
made up our minds to take the trick ourselves. You
know Tempest and Fullerton, don’t you?”

Dale turned and shook hands with the two men. >

 

“Sure thing,” he said. “Met Tempest last year, and

everybody knows old Bill. So you think you’re going e
to do us? What a shock you'll have. It almost makes aS :
me sad to think of it. The Philistines may walk up ie
and down the earth, puffing out their chests and making U4

  

a mighty noise of brazen trumpets, but great will be

 

their fall. Timothy, tenth-sixteenth.”

 
  

“Same old fake Scripture quoting,” Dick smiled.

 

“Stolen from Blessed Jones, too. One would never

 

or

 

 

suppose you were such a religious duck to look at you,
Spark.” |

  

wt,

 

“Many of my best qualities are kept hidden from the

 

vulgar eye,’ Dale returned airily. “Say, I hear you

 

be ys have doped out a great line of tricks. Got some-

 

thing up your sleeves for us, have you?”

  

‘

“We have,” Dick said promptly.

  

“You don’t say! What’s the nature of it, if I may

 

ask? Perhaps you object to putting me wise, though.”’

  
 

“No objection whatever,’ Dick answered gravely.

 
         
    
      
     
        
     

“It’s muscle.”

“Aren’t you the cute thing!’ grinned Sparkfair.

secret. Where’s that bucking broncho of a Buckhart?
I'd like to shake his big paw.”

“Down on the campus somewhere,” Dick answered)
“We'll go down and look him up. We're all through,

here.”

“Plots, I suppose,” Dale remarked, glancing from

   

 
    
 
    
  
  
     
   
  
   
  
   
  
  
   

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Tempest to Fullerton. “Too bad, but they won't do

you a particle of good.”

CHAPTER XII.
ON: ERE RPE LD:

High up against a fair blue sky, studded with fleecy

clouds, streamed a mammoth banner of blue bearing in

 

its centre a great white Y—a flare of intense color

f/ visible from afar over the’ topmost branches of the

empty elms, and a beacon toward which the stream of

 

"Spectators set their steps.
_ Derby Avenue was filled from curb to curb with a
slowly moving procession of motor cars, horse-drawn

vehicles of all kinds, street cars, loaded to the very

steps with a laughing, chattering mob of humanity, all

making their way toward the athletic field.

Be As two o’clock approached, the throngs at the gates
s moved. faster, swaying and pushing past the ticket
oe takers and streaming out onto the field ‘toward the
stands already piled high with enthusiastic humanity.
Under the great flag stretched a long bank of somber

grays and blacks, brightened here and there by lighter

 

feminine apparel, and everywhere was a multitude of
ay, smaller fluttering flags of blue, which looked from
a little distance as if the big banner had dripped its dye
: upon the crowd beneath. 3
Violets were everywhere. Great masses of them
pinned upon the tailor- made coats-of charming, eager
Smaller bunches in the buttonholes of their

- girls.

escorts ; and their perfume wafted out over the field,

 

 
 

filled the air, with a sweet, penetrating odor which was
- far more like that of a day in June than one in brisk,
blustering late November.

Opposite, the rival tiers of crowded seats were
picked out in vivid ¢rimson, and between stretched a
smooth expanse of russet-hued turf, ribbed with white

” lines that glared in the afternoon sun. /

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Suddenly onto the field trotted a Tittle band of men
in blue sweaters with white Y's; and quite as suddenly
the Yale stands arose and the Harvard cheers were
blotted out by a mighty chorus that swept from end to
end of the structure and thundered impressively across
the field

“Yale!

rah!

Yale!

rah, rah!

Yale! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah,
Yale! Yale! Yale!’

It was repeated over and over again, and then the

Rah,

crimson-clad youths trotted into view and it was Har-
vard’s turn to make a noise.

The substitutes of both teams retired to the side
lines, and the players who were to start the game
warmed up. The cheering on the stands gave place to
songs which drowned the music of the band, until, at
length, three persons, a youth in blue, a youth in crim-
son, and a man in everyday attire, met in the middle
of the field and watched a coin spin upward in the sun-

light and fall to the ground.

Then swiftly the contending forces took their posi-
tions, the linesmen and timekeeper hurried forward
and the great stands were almost stilled.

Yale had the ball and the west goal. Baulsir placed

the pigskin to his liking and drew back. Tempest
shouted a last word of warning. The referee raised

his whistle.

The next instant it sounded shrilly, the ball sped ’

away, and the game began.

Within the first five minutes it became evident to the

excited thousands that the game was to be a desperate

struggle from start to finish, Sparkfair had not been

altogether jesting when he told Merriwell that his
team was the best which had ever been turned out at.

Cambridge. What little they lacked in weight, com-

pared with the brawny Yale ne, they made up in

cleverness and teamwork, and they played the game
from the beginning with a snap and vim which was a
joy to see.

Yale was not noticeably behind eas Animated by
the contagious optimism of Merriwell, Buckhart, and

some of the older players, they met the rush of the

crimson line like a wall of rock and contested every

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Jack Kenny was doing wonders. . Thrilled by the
necessity of making up for the harm he had wrought
unconsciously, he played for all that was in him, and
the result was an exhibition of brilliant headwork and
resource such as is seldom seen.

Back and forth surged the lines of men. .Now and
then one side or the other would bring into play some
unexpected, spectacular stunt which drew forth shouts
of delight from the stands and gave them the momen-
tary advantage, only to have their opponents retaliate
in kind. :

The first quarter passed without either side scoring.
The crowds were wild with excitement, and during the
brief three-minute pause they cheered themselves
hoarse and nearly stamped the grand stands down in
their efforts to show their enthusiastic appreciation.

At the beginning of the second quarter Harvard
rushed the ball down the field in a determined, irresist-
ible effort to score. They were opposed with equal de-
termination, and the battle was on again.

Back and forth, back and forth surged the lines.
Now one side had the advantage and then the other.
At length, Kenny tried the much-practiced double pass
with Baxter and Merriwell on Harvard’s thirty-yard
line, and it worked. |

Swiftly the pigskin flew through the air into Teddy
Baxter’s waiting arms. Without a pause he dashed
on, crossing behind Merriwell, shooting out into the
field around the end, guarded by Crowfoot and Blair
Hildebrand. The erimson line plunged forward and
to the left, sure of their man.

Then, like a flash of light, the ball flew from Bax-
ter into the waiting arms of Merriwell, and Teddy
lunged to block their opponent’s guard, while Dick
kept on without a paug toward the goal.

- He made it, and the spectators on the Yale stand
went wild. It was thé first moment since the start of
the game that the tension had been released, and, surg-
-ing to their feet, they sent roar after roar of cheer-
ing which thundered across the field in great crashes

of sound, stupendous in their volume.

Then came a breathless hush while the goal was be-
ing kicked, and after that the noise commenced again,
_ dying away gradually as the game was resumed. /

      

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Nothing more happened iti that quarter. The crim-
son-clad men, undeterred by their opponents’ vantage,
worked like tigers; but there was not enough time left
for them to accomplish anything, and the shrill sound
of the whistle left them on Yale’s forty-yard line.

“How about it, Dale?” Dick asked, as he passed the
Harvard captain on their way to the track house.

Sparkfair grinned cheerfully.

“That was only my generous spirit ‘giving you boys
a little needed encouragement,” he returned airily.
“Wait until the next quarter, Richard, and see us wipe
up the field with you fellows. We're only just begin-
ning to get warmed up.”

Merriwell caught up with Jack Kenny, who was a
little ahead.

“You

rang that double pass in at exactly the right moment.

“That was corking, Jack,’ he said warmly.

They weren’t expecting it, and it couldn’t have worked

better. Keep it up, old fellow. You're playing the

game of your life.” | a
Kenny flushed with pleasure.
“I’m trying to make up,” he said, in a low tone,
“And you're succeeding,” Dick said swiftly. “We've
got thém going, and now we want to hold them from

making a score.”

In the track house, Fullerton gave the boys a short, “t

pithy talk, cautioning them not to lose. their grip
now that they had scored, and to bend every energy
toward keeping the crimson line away from the goal.
There was a vast deal of rubbing lame shoulders,
ankles, and wrists, until the rooms fairly reeked with
witch-hgzel and arnica; a perfect babel of excited talk

and speculation and laughter; and then they trotted out

to the field again and took their places on the grid-—

iron.

Dale Sparkfair made good his joking words to Merat

riwell by means of as pretty a round-the-end dash as.

had ever been seen on the field, and then it was Har- ,
vard’s turn to let loose their pent-up flood of enthu- a.
More than one undergraduate—and staid |

siasm.

alumnus as well—could not speak above a whisper for

a good many_hours.

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excitement had risen to a fever heat.
teen minutes of play left,

result? Would the game remain a tie? That seemed
incredible, and yet it looked to a good many as though
it would be the case.

The brief intermission was almost over. The spec-
tators settled back into their seats and the cheering
started in once more. The syn was almost behind the

west corner of the stand. The shadows were lengthen-

 

ing and a brisk, sharp wind, straight from the Sound,
caused overcoat collars to be turned up and furs to

be drawn closely around fair necks. From _ the

 

- crowded tiers of seats came the steady tramp-tramp
_ of chilled feet, hinting their owners impatience.

The players took their places; the breathless silence
was suddenly split by the shrilling of the referee’s

} whistle, and the battle was resumed. y

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CHAPTER XIII.
JACK KENNY’S REPARATION.

Jack Kenny played the game during that last quar-

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tose to the point of brilliancy, for the winning of
that game had become an absolute monomania with
a He felt that in-no other way,could he make up
- for his behavior of ‘the past week, which had come so
perilously near bringing disaster upon his beloved

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It would be a triumph indeed if he could personally

  

‘Make another run for the blue, but he felt that such

   
 

a thing was too much to hope for.

     
    
      
      
    
   

  

But brilliant as was his manceuvring, which was

ably seconded by every man on the team, the splendid

  

work. of Harvard made it barren of results. They

  

rte ere evidently determined that, if they could not score

  

again, neither should their opponents; and the hands
of the big clock above the stand moved inexorably for-
ward without either side having the advantage.

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few minutes as if their very lives, and more, depended
on their efforts.

The vast throng of spectators were thrilled into si-
lence so absolute that it seemed almost as if they had
ceased breathing, as they bent/’forward with staring
eyes riveted on the field, oblivious to all else but the
struggle taking place before them.

There were but four minutes left when the quarter
back suddenly ripped out a single and snatched the ball
from Baulsir. This time he did not pass it, but darted
toward the left end. Tempest sprang forward and
swung in beside him; the left tackle and end interfered
strenuously as the crimson line plunged forward.

Kenny ran as he had never run before, and Tempest
kept pace with him barely a few feet away. In an
instant they had cleared the opposing guard and tackle,
running free with only the full back and left half in
the way.

Kenny thrilled with joy and exultation. His chance
had come. Tempest would take care of the half back,
and, somehow, he could manage to get past the other.
He would make a goal and win the game. Thus his
self-respect would be restored and reparation made
for his amazing folly.

But swiftly on the heels of this thought came an-
What of Tempest?

lows would think that he kad been right all along and

other. If he made goal the fel-

the captain wrong. Would that be the sort of repara-
Would it be the really
There was but a*second in

tion he had wished to make?
generous thing to do?
which to answer the question, for the half back was al-
most upon them.

Kenny stumbled suddenly, and uttered a sharp, sti-
fled cry. }
“Take it!”

Without hesitating an in-

“Quick, Don!” he gasped.
Tempest was not slow.
stant, he caught the pigskin skillfully and sped on;
Kenny recovered himself with amazing swiftness and
lunged toward the Harvard half. A moment later
they rolled to the ground together, while the man with

the ball flew on toward the beckoning goal posts.

By the time the quarter back had staggered to his
An instant later
he crossed the line and pandemonium broke loose.

feet Tempest had passed the full back.

   

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Kenny felt a lump in his throat as he heard Tem-
pest’s name hurled across the field in great crashes of
sound which thrilled him to the very core. It might
have been his own, but he did not care.

“T’m glad I did it,’*he muttered. “It was the decent
thing to do.”

Then he remembered that he ought to limp a little
to account for his stumble, and promptly developed a
very realistic lameness, which lasted until they were
going back to the track house, surrounded by a yell-
ing, shouting, capering mob of fellows, who had
poured out of the stands and presently insisted on
hosting every one of the players up on their shoulders
and carrying them on their way in triumph. .

Tempest headed the procession, and it was his name
which sounded most frequently from the mouths of
the triumphant marching throngs. The quarter back
would have been more than human had he not felt a
momentary longing to be in the captain’s place, but

he quickly smothered it.

“T’m glad!’ he muttered emphatically—he might
have shouted the words aloud and no one would have
heard him.

“T’d do it again, too. I’ve been dirty mean

‘
to Don, but this sort of squares us up.”

Reaching the track house, he slipped lightly to the
ground and started to go inside. _

All at once he felt a hand on his shoulder, and, turn-
ing swiftly, looked into Dick Merriwell’s eyes.
the latter said

“That was a clever pass, Jack,”’

quietly. “Did you hurt your ankle much?”
Kenny flushed and dropped his eyes.

“Not very,” he returned, in a low tone. “I—I stum-

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ae thought it couldn't be very bad,” Merriwell put

in quickly. “You seem to » have gotten over it pretty
soon.” oye

“It wasn’t so very bad,” the quarter back answered.
“But I didn’t want to run any chances, so [ passed the
ball to Don,” }

‘There was a momentary pause, during iehiteti the
slim fellow seemed to find an absorbing interest in ar-
ranging with his foot three loose pebbles in a triangle.

“You old bluffer !" Merriwell exclaimed suddenly.

With a -Basp, Keand 3 tained his head | and ceed

  

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straight into Dick’s eyes, which were watching shim:
with an expression of satisfaction and perfect friend-
ship.

‘‘Wh-what do you mean?” the quarter back faltered
weakly. :
“Just what I say,” retorted Dick. (ema

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“You're an old bluff!” he repeated. ‘There wasn’t } ;
an earthly thing the matter with you out there. You ‘
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make the goal. It was a corking thing to do, Jack,and ¢ 4,
not one fellow in a thousand could have brought him- () ,
self to it. Didn’t you start out with the idea of making { °
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it yourself? 2c

IXKenny nodded slowly.

“Yes,” he said, ina low tone. ‘id
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with Tempest now, and the fellows will never have a

 

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It was generous, Jack, and [’m proud of you.”

    
    

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Merriwell.

    
 

“You won't tell Don?” he questioned hastily.
“Not I?” fe
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; AN ODD ILLUSION.

If you want a good ending to a party, take all the guests into
_ the dining room, and turn out the gas. Make them all sit round
the table, in the middle of which place a soup plate. In the
soup plate put some common salt and a little alcohol.
Light the alcohol, and then look at each other’s faces. They
will look natural at first, but as the alcohol burns out, and the
salt becomes ignited, the flame changes from yellow to blue, and
_ the changes in the faces are very startling. They all take on a
ghastly look. Eyes stick out, and the skin looks as though drawn
tight like parchment.
- Then the faces become almost black, and when the flames. die
out, and you go out into a lighted room, you unconsciously try
and, wipe the black off. But it doesn’t come. It’s all the light
from the salt.

THE GIRL A MAN LOVES.

I have always noticed that men seldom ask girls with whom

they laugh and bandy jokes to share their homes. »They enjoy
being amused for an hour or so by the girl who is witty and
clever, who is sparkling and gay, and they will heap admiration
to the full measure upon the girl who is beautiful.

_ But when a man marries he wants a helpmeet, not a beauty
upon whom he must be forever dancing attendance, but a partner
who can bring into the partnership what he himself lacks; one
who will help him, and for whom he will never tire of working
and serving devoutly. It is the very order of things to admire
most. what is lacking in oneself, and this is really what a true
marriage should consist in—the finding of one’s other half, the
complement to oneself. But the winning and keeping of a man’s
affections are two very different things.
_ Most girls know the man who has been engaged to a friend
for four or five years. The “happy day” seems as far off as
ever. The edge has worn off; he’s plainly apathetic, and he is
Not the gallant lover he once was.
“hen there is the married couple who, after a few years,
through some little “tiff” or other, are indifferent to each other,
d\unconsciously drift apart. They don’t have scenes, neither
they quarrel, but the mad love which once possessed them
grown into indifference, and each goes his or her own way,
ardless of the other. Marriage is a serious thing, which is
o often treated lightly, and all those contemplating matrimony
gic think seriously 4s to whether they really love each other
er 8, ;
When laughter is not spontaneous it is not laughter, and, the
n who write dictionaries should give it another name. Giggle
the only substitute so far, but it does not designate that insipid
itthless sound that hundreds of women permit themselves. The
of woman who giggles is ever frequent. Possibly charming
ery other way, but giving a wrong impression of her char-
by her conversation. ts

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A Short Story by Your Favorite Author.

GETTING SQUARE.

The Story of-a Forest Fire.
By BURT L. STANDISH.

Hai Bridgam paused an instant to glance over his shoulder at
the smoke-beclouded sky, against which a red glare was growing
and spreading.

“It’s gittin’ bigger!” he grated between his teeth; “an’ it’s
comin’ right along. Wind's just right an’ blowin’ at a good stick.
It’s moré’n fifteen miles to the river, an’ I can’t make it afoot.
Guess I’m done for !”

He was a stout, weather-tanned youth of eighteen, and the
perfect picture of a hunter lad he looked as he stood there in the
heart of the great forest, leaning on his heavy rifle.

His face had paled a little as he saw how much nearer the fire
was, but he did not appear frightened to a great extent, for all
of his peril.

“Reckon I'll have to throw away my gun,” he said regretfully.
“‘T hate mortally to do it, an’ I don’t mean to till I see there 1s
no show otherwise. If I can only git to the river! The settle-
ments an’ clearin’s are on t’other side.”

He tightened his leather beltganother notch and started on again
at a steady “dog trot. , His pace seemed easy and tireless, but
while he was running at that speed the fire was coming on like a
racer.

Already the birds were flitting through the wood with shrill
shrieks of dismay, and wild animals were beginning to break from
their lairs and take to flight. He saw a rabbit:and a fox scud
away through the underbrush, and a deer suddenly shot past
him and was go. At sight of this animal, instinct had caused
him to lift his rifle, and then, remembering the situation, he
lowered it and ran.

His home was beyond the river, and it was his habit to ramble
far into the great woods jn search of game, sometimes being
from home two or three days. It was in returning from ‘one of
these tramps that he found the great fire behind him and realized
his peril. ;

It was at the end of an arid season in autumn, and the forest
was dry as tinder everywhere. Several disastrous fires had
raged in other part’ of the State, but this was the first time that
section had been threatened. .

As Hal_ran on, the distress of the birds seemed greater and
the number of fleeing animals increased. Squirrels ran leaping
and. chattering from limb to limb over his head, and once he saw
a great catlike figure that skinned along amid the branches just
above him. Bits of burned leaves and dry wood came fluttering
down through the trees, and the roar of the conflagration sounded
like a sullen murmur in the distance. rs A
— “It’s no use!” panted Hal; “the old gun’s got to go!” And with
‘that he flung the rifle. away, still running onward.

It seemed to make little difference, for the firté was gaining
in a terrible manner. Bits of burning branches and leaves now
fell about him, and the heat of the blaze beat down upon him.
He began to think it would all be over in a few minutes, and
then, of a sudden, he burst into a small clearing. ~

Dashing a hand across his eyes, he looked around, immediately
recognizing the place. ; :

“It’s Benson’s new land!
week !”
A small hut stood in the centre of the clearing, which was not

large enough to serve as a protection against the fire. Toward’
this newly constructed building the young hunter ran, and, as
he did so, an old white horsé came into sight around a corner.
A lame boy was leading the horse.
The eyes of the two lads met, and both started back in sur-
prise. = ;
“Tad Benson!”
“Hal Bridgam!” \
Then they wete silent for some seconds—precious seconds.
Tad was the first to speak.
“Purty big fire ®ver north, Hal,” he said. ;
~ “Ves!” éxclaimed Hal. “Lt will be here in a few minutes! Get
on that horse and get out, you don’t want to be roasted.”
“What abaout you?” /
“Reckon I’m in for bakin’’”
“The fire’ll ketch We.”
“T know it.” '
, “The old hoss’ll have to carry double,”*drawled Tad. “Dad
*sent me for his overcoat, which he left here yesterday, an’ 1

He was goin’ to move here next

 
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28 ‘Lar TOP

didn’t bother ’bout the fire none till I was most here. Then I
wouldn’t go back ’thout the coat. Get up front an’ handle the
reins, Hal.”

The young hunter actually hesitated. ;

“Tad,” he said hoarsely, “it was me that broke that leg an’
made ye lame for life. You swore you'd get square. Have ye
fergot that?”

“No. Don’t stop to gab! Fire’s comin’. Git up.”

“That hoss’ll never take us both through the woods to the
river. The old critter’s near played out, an’ J——”

“Git up, Hal! We'll try it.”

Up Hal leaped, and Tad came up behind like a climbing
monkey. Then the old horse was urged forward.

The heat was now intense, and the glare of the flames had
grown fierce.

rr d.’

“Well pe
“I’m a mean dog, an’ you’re a dandy! I allus hated you, an’
’ when we was scufflin’ that time I broke your leg on purpose.”

“T knowed it.” ¥

“Why didn’t you let me burn?”

“T wanted to git square.”

“But we'll both roast! This is too much for. the horse.
near went down that time!”

“One of us must git off,’ came promptly from Tad. “You've
got a mother, while mine’s dead.’ You've got more to live for.
I’d allus be lame an’ no good. Good-by, Hal!”

Giving the old horse a savage cut with a lash he held, Tad
dropped to the ground. The animal, relieved of part of its bur-
den, and terrified by the blow and the glare of the fire, plunged
on for all of Hal’s attempts to check her.

“Poor Tad!” he groaned.

The old horse ran straight on until within tengods of the river,
and then fell to the ground, dead. The fire had already seared
and blistered Hal’s flesh, but he landed on his feet and kept on
for the river, which he could see gleaming redly through the
trees. His clothes were burning in two or three spots when he
plunged headlong into the water and was saved,

He was pulled out by one of the settlers who was on the op-
posite bank, among whom was Dan Benson. When Benson heard

- Hal’s story he was nearly driven insane with rage and grief.

“It’s a lie!” he roared. “He lamed my Tad for life, an’ now
he’s stole the hoss from the boy, so Tad was left to burn! I'll
kill him !” 4

The crazed man would have done so had he not been restrained,
and Hal would not have lifted a hand to save his own life, for
he almost considered himself guilty of murdering poor little Tad.

But poor little Tad was not dead! When the fire had passed
and the settlers could do so, they went to look for his bones.
Instead of a charred and blackened corpse, they pulled Tad, alive
and chipper, from the new well Dan Benson had excavated on the
clearing. The boy had barely found time to run back in the very
teeth of the fire and get Sie into the well soon enough to
save himself. ,

And Tad substantiated Hal Bridgam’s story in every particular.

“Whatever did ye do such a fool trick for, Taddy, my darling?”
asked Dan Benson, as he held the boy in his arms, as if fearful
of losing him then. “The whole Bridgam tribe hates us like
sin, an’ Hal broke yer leg an’ made ye a cripple. What made ye
give up the hoss to him?”

“I just done it to git square, dad,” laughed Tad,

She

_ A PERILOUS ADVENTURE.

Shortly before the great river Yang-tse-Kiang—the son of the
sea—was opened to foreigners for trade, by the Chinese govern-
ment, Captain Benjamin Ward, of Shanghai, determined to take
a trip up its almost unknown and equally unexplored waters,
and endeavor to trade with the natives. He fitted out a smart
little lorcha, of one hundred tons burden, which he named the
loading her with merchandise, proceeded
on his perilous journey. ST aN. ;

A few miles within the entrance to the mouth of the mighty
- Yang-tse-Kiang, and where, leaving Shanghaf, one enters upon
it abreast of Bush Island, that magyificent river is quite twenty’
miles across, from bank to bank, — h entering the river the
- Queen Elizabeth was cut off from all communication with

_ friends, for now pirates or war’ junks could attack Captain Ward
at discretion, (there being at that time no Treaty of Tien-tsin
which gave authority to strangers to trade on the Yang-tse-
‘Kiang. Nevertheless, Captain Ward, having gone tnscathed
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world, and his ship befng well armed, carrying two long
twelve-pounders, besides several, carronades and a. plentiful
supply of ammunition and small arms, considered himself equal
to any attack which might be made upon the lorcha.

The riyer scenery was grand, the weather charming, pirates
invisible, and the few war junks that had as yet been seen,
peaceable; so that by the time Kwa-chow—a large village five
hundred miles from the sea—was reached, the last of their cargo
had been converted into cash, and all expectations of danger or
trouble with the natives faded away. At this place a large
quantity of game abounded which tempted Captain Ward to
have a day’s pleasure. Next) morning he set out accompanied
by two of his crew, leaving the lorcha in charge of John Swann
and four sailors.

The early winter air was delightful, and a capital day’s sport
was obtained, so much so that Ward was obliged to hire a
couple of natives from a small village, to assist in carrying back
the game. / ‘

Night was drawing on when Kwa-chow was approached on
the return journey. In the course of an hour or so they came —
to a little wood outside the village, and had just entered the —
narrow path between the trees and bushes when a white form
suddenly sprang up from a dark spot where it had been lying
hidden, and flew toward Captain Ward. She figure proved to
be one of his crew, and in.a hurried manner the sailor related
to his captain how that the petty mandarin of the place, with

a score of his braves, had boarded the Queen Elizabeth, mur- _

dered those on board, and then ransacked the cabin. The man

further stated that he owed his life to having stowed himself

away to enjoy a quiet smoke before the Chinese had captured
the vessel, and while they were engaged in the cabin he had
silently plunged into the sea and swum ashore. ee
Captain Ward and his companions were in a terrible fix.
There they were right in the heart of China, the vessel captured,
their friends murdered, and the assassins waiting to serve them —
in the same manner. v. ied
No doubt money was the object the
lowers had in view in attacking the ship.
However, there was not a moment to lose in taking action of
some sort, for even now a party of the bloodthirsty braves
might be searching ashore for them; or perhaps they might
make off with the lorcha, and so at once deprive Captain Ward

mandarin and his fol- —

of his property and cut off his only means of escape; for unless

the Oueen Elizabeth could somehow be recaptured, his fat

and that of his companions would be certain, as they could
never reach Shanghai alive, the whole country intervening being —
full of the ruthless and unscrupulous Imperial soldiery. The
two natives were at. once dismissed, and Ward walked after
them for some distance to see that they returned to their villag

Upon the captain’s return, a consultation was held as to the bes

means of regaining the ship. After some discussion, it was
agreed to strike the river’s bank some distance above Kwa-chow,
find a boat, then drop slowly down with the tide to reconnoiter
and if possible retake the lorcha. This, was in fact the only
resource they had. i os ae

Fortunately three of the men were well armed, for howeve
safe Captain Ward might think himself, he knew the Chin
character too well and had had too much experience ever to b
off his guard in the way of carrying weapons. :

Each man had a revolver in addition to a gun, all of which
were double-barreled, with the exception of the sailor, who
brought the news of the disaster, he having a keen, razorlik
tulwar given to him by Captain Ward. __ ,

It was nearly ten o’clock when the river’s bank was reac
and it was some time before a boat could be found. At lengt
however, they came upon one, and as luck would haye it, foun
inside the very thing wanted—a long coil of grass rope. is

Launching the little craft, the four men got into her, pu
the oars, and were once more afloat. :

After half an hour’s drifting with the tide they disce
faintly, the lights of Kwa-chow, just twinkling through the
darkness of the night. Cat Pea {,

Fortunately for them, neither moon nor star could be seen @
the night was intensély dark, the heavens being covered
dense black pall of heavy, lowering clouds. OF

Bending on the end of the rope to the boat's little g

one of 'the men tossed it overboard directly the lights be
visible, and then slowly slacked oe for they knew that
were very near to where the Queen Elizabeth was moore along
side the village “bund,” and expected every yard they now rift
to. see her), ,
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astern, not forty yards off, and almost overhead, the faint
glimmer of a light was seen. The slacking was immediately
stopped, for Captain Ward knew that the light must be his ves-
sel’s masthead lantern, hoisted either to show them the way to
the trap prepared by the treacherous natives, or to guard against
collision by showing her position to any junk that might be
coming downstream.

Those on board the lorcha had cast off from the “bund,” and
had then anchored in the stream. This was all the better for
Ward’s party. Hauling in the rope, the grapnel was then
weighed, and a drag was made by using the mast and sail, to
which the other end of the line was bent, and then tossed over-
board.

They now pulled out into the stream, leaving the drag to
drift down between the vessel and the shore; then when they
had got out to a sufficient distance they rested on their oars,
looked to the arnis, and also drifted with the current.

In a few moments the light appeared again, vroad off on the
starboard hand, and at almost the same instant a jerk was felt
as the rope caught across the vessel’s cable. | Instantly the
grapnel was let go, and they slowly veered away, keeping the
bight of the line in their hands. By this means the boat dropped
astern of the lorcha, and by using one part or the other of the
rope, they could: get either directly in her wake or well off on
her port quarter. The former position was now taken, and
they found themselves just within sight of the vessel, which
could barely be discerned as a dim-looking mass, perhaps thirty
yards right ahead of them. %

Carefully loading the guns with a ball and a charge of heavy
buck shot in each barrel, they started on their perilous enterprise.

Slowly and cautiously they now hauled away on that part of
the rope got across the Queen Eilzabeth’s cable, till at length,
without being discovered, they were right under her port counter.

Crouching low in the boat, they waited a moment in the most
breathless suspense. The sound of voices could be heard, but
the four men were safely hidden from the view of those on deck.

Light was streaming from the cabin windows. Captain Ward,
slowly raising his head upon a level with the nearest stern port,
peered within.

There they were, the mandarin and his party, right before his
eyes, and only a few feet distant. There was the money piled

‘up on the cabin table, with the mandarin engaged counting it
out and placing it in small divisions, evidently to be. shared
among the braves who were gathered round him. Ward counted
the braves; there were eighteen of them present, leaving but
two on deck to keep watch.

Now or never was their chance to try and retake the lorcha,
while nearly all her captors were busy gloating over the plunder
down below.

In cautious whispers Captain Ward unfolded the plan to his
companions. They approved it, and at once proceeded to put

it into execttion.

“Here,” whispered one of the men, “here’s a rope hanging
over the stern.”

Placing the blade of his knife between his teeth and loosening
the revolver in his belt, Ward grasped the rope and slowly hauled
‘himself up hand. over hand. He rested for a moment or two,
twisting his feet round the rope, when his head was just below
the vessel’s taffrail; but then hearing nothing, gently raised him-
self a few inches and gazed on board.

So far as he could see in the dark, there was not a soul on’the-

quarter deck. In all probability those on guard were amidships.
Captain Ward felt pretty well satisfied that, as it was too dark
for him to see any one, it was equally impossible for any one
to see him. Slowly and stealthily he crawled upon the taffrail,
then sank below it to the deck, where he paused. again.
listening intently for a few minutes, Ward was able to dis-
tinguish the muttering of voicés somewhere amidships on deck,
as well as the sound of those beneath him in the cabin.
Creeping up to a locker on the quarter deck, he took out a
couple of the terrible missiles kept there, and also brought out
the iron bar and padlock of the cabin hatchway.
At. this instant the sound of footsteps coming aft alarmed
_ Ward. He lay down full length by the side of the locker and the
. skylight, drawing his revolver, cocking it, and taking a firm grip
of hits long knife. :
Luckily, the man came up on the other side of the deck and

so the shelter Ward had taken advantage of effectually concealed

hit, The man’went down the companion hatch into the cabin.
_ Now was the captain’s time. Crawling to the hatchway, he
softly drew the slide over it, placed the bar on, and-locked it

with the padlock, putting the key into his pocket.. In’ another

Ge a)

After,

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instant Ward had slid down to his anxious and expectant com-
panions, taking care to carry the terrible stink pots with him.

Those in the boat eagerly asked what had been done.

“All right, all right,’ Captain Ward replied in a whisper; “get
your flint and steel; light the joss stick here on top of these
stink pots. We'll give the wretches a salute through the stern
ports that will astonish them.”

The light wa immediately struck, the joss stick ignited, and
the now burning material replaced on the hollow tops of the
missiles so as to be ready when required.

They waited breathlessly for a moment, dreading lest the
slight noise) made by the flint and steel might have betrayed
them; but not a sound, save that of the waves against the ves-
sel’s sides, with now and then an indistinct murmur from within,
could be heard.

They hauled vp close to the stern ports, then fixed the boat
with a hitch of the rope round the foremost thwart. Snatching
up the guns, and taking steady aim through two of the open
ports, all three fired at the same instant.

The mandarin and the brave next to him fell to their first
shots, and the contents of the second barrels were poured in
before_the astonished Chinamen could tell whence the sudden
death was coming among them. But. when the fearful hand
grenades were hurled in- upon them, they rushed toward the
ports with a loud yell, firing their guns and pistols as they came.

The man who had brought the news to Captain Ward of the
taking of the lorcha was shot dead, but fortunately the rest
escaped unhurt.

“Haul away, boys! haul away on the drag rope now, and let us
get alongside,” the captain cried in an intense undertone.

The boat tore through the water and was alongside in an
instant, and after making fast to the vessel, all three men sprang
on board, pistol in hand. ;

Rushing aft, they heard the Chinamen below striving to force
open the cabin hatchway, while the brave who had remained on
deck was)endeavoring to liberate them.

Too late the brave heard the rush and turned to meet the foe:
In an instant he sprang upon Captain Ward and threw him on
the deck. In falling, the captain lost his kinfe but retained the
revolver, but he dragged his antagonist down with him. Over
and over they rolled upon the deck, but neither could use the
weapon. with which he was armed, for the brave’s right hand
had a firm grip on Ward’s left wrist, while the latter’s other hand
was equally employed upon the Chinaman’s left, in which he car-
ried a formidable dagger. Suddenly dropping his weapon, the
brave shook off the grasp of the captain’s right hand, then fas-
tened his fingers upon Ward's throat with a grip of iron, from
which he found it impossible to release himself.

Just then, however, the sound of a shot rang out in the night
air, and the Chinaman fell dead. Hastily springing to his feet,
Captain Ward saw a smoking pistol in the hand of one of his”
companions, and immediately guessed who had been the means
of saving his life, for he knew full well that no assistance could —
have been rendered him till that moment without the risk of
being shot himself. Several of the braves below sprang over-
board from the stern ports, but these were soon shot, and sank
to rise no more. When day dawned and all was--quiet, Ward
with his twq men ventured below, and a horrible sight met their
gaze as they did so. Four,or five had been killed by the fire.
from the boat; and the rest of the miserable wretches had been
burned or suffocated to death.

Joe Swann was found on deck, while here and there lay the
bodies of the rest of the men, gashed with many a wound, dead
and cold. “4 ; 4

Dropping down the river as far as the Pawn-pien-Shan reach,
on their way back to Shanghai, they boré the bodies of Joe
Swann and his companions to the foot of a hill on the northern.
shore, where the land was clothed with trees and shrubs; and
there, beneath the shade of the drooping cypress bows, ever
waving above their lonely resting place, they were laid side by |
side; the bodies of the dead Chinamen had been at once thrown
overboard into the stream. After erecting a cross to mark the
spot, the three men went on board the Queen Elizabeth with —
heavy hearts, and, making sail, stood on for Shanghai, which.
was reached in due time.

QUEER DWELLINGS OF QUEER PEOPLE. |

There is a wide difference between the dwelling places of some

of our readers. But even the poorest would object to be housed
beneath a structure consisting of a roof of bamboo or palm
leaves, supported in front by two posts about six feét in height,

 
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and in the rear by others one-half as high. This, however, amply
satisfies the needs of any native of Andaman Island.

Equally simple is the abode of the pygmy Weddahs of Ceylon,
though these sometimes pile up a few rushes on one side for
protection from the sun’s oblique rays.

Even more slothful, the Fuegian constructs with a few broken
branches stuck slantwise in the ground and thatched with grass
a wigwam which can hardly be called a house; while the Indians
of Paraguay find sufficient shelter by thrusting the ends of two
or three short poles into the earth and throwing a cowskin over
them.

Compared with the foregoing, the Patagonians seem quite
luxurious. Rectangular in shape, from ten to twelve feet square,
with a gently sloping roof, above the height of a man, their huts
are made of a framework of posts set firmly in the ground, and
having forked tops to hold the cross jpoles supporting the skin-
covered rafters. These nomadic Bedale, whenever they move,
take their houses with them on account of the scarcity of wood.

Sandwich Islanders delight in having houses a hundred feet
in length, and one-third that distance in width, with a height
of nine or ten feet. The walls and roof are compactly built, and
the earthen floor is strewn with dried grass. The doors are low
and oblong in shape.

Australian natives, again, build huts of gypsy type of slender
poles, having both ends stuck in the orfind and placed close
together in a conical form, after which they are covered with
bark and leaves. These huts are barely large enough to sit
down in. When sleeping, the inhabitants have to curl their limbs
up, in which manner four persons manage to occupy one dwell-
ing. To straighten out would be to thrust their . £8 through
the walls. In fact, in the warmer parts of the country an open-
ing is left in the sides for the sleepers to thrust their feet out-
side to cool.

A BIRD’S BOARDING HOUSE.

One of the most peculiar places in the world is a certain bird
and animal fancier’s establishment. Its appearance is not much
different from other iplaces of the kind, save that it is much
larger. The inhabitants rank, however, among the aristocracy
of petdom, since the proprietor makes a specialty ef boarding
and caring for all kinds of birds and animals during the absence
of their owners from home.

He will also’ undertake the education of parrots and other
creatures who are not sufficiently accomplished for their masters,
while there is likewise a hospital attached for the benefit of
ailing members of the community.

Naturally enough, the place is anything but the abode of
peace and quietness. Indeed, a certain amount of noise is per-
haps unavoidable with about twenty or thirty parrots and other
talking birds, some of them extitemely valuable, and all capable
of expressing their views most vigorously either in human or
bird language. ' Then, too, there is a strong contingent of mon-
keys, and, of course, a number of dogs of all kinds; while in

“cages on the shelves, or suspended from the ceiling, are white
Java sparrows, with rose-tinted beaks, shell paroquets, and
sweet-throatéd Irish linnets, African bluebirds, canaries from the
Harz Mountains, and mocking birds from Tallahassee, gold-
finches, and others.

 

HIS REVERENCE AT THE BARBER’S,

said the irrepressible joker, beckoning to the waiter,
soth my father confessor and my barber agree
on that.:

“Father Ambrose Went in the other day to get a shave. He

_ observed that the barber was suffering from a recent night out,
but decided to take a chance. In a few 1aoments the, barber’s
_ razor had nicked the father’s cheek.

~ “*There, Pat, you have cut me,’ said the rise: as he raised
his hand and caressed the wound.

“ ‘Vis, yr riv ‘rance, ’ answered the barber.

“*That shows you,’ continued the priest, in a tone of censure,
‘what the use of liquor will do.’

“*VYis, y’r riv’rance,’ replied the’ barber humbly ; ‘it makes the
skin tinder.’”’

“Drink,”
“Ss a great evil.

A PARTY OF ONE.

“The way to run this country,” said the village politician, “is to
put thoroughly wise, capable, alert, and honest men in control of
all affairs.’

, “Yes,” answered Miss Cayenne;

“but what are we going to
do? There: s only one of you.

WEEKLY.
APPLAUSE.

Keen Appreciation.

Being a reader of the “Tip Top Weekly” for two years, I take
the privilege of writing to you to let you know of the many
happy evenings I have spent reading ‘ ‘Tip Tops.” They have
led me to do one thing which I shall never regret. That is
leaving off smoking. I ‘have read most of the back numbers of
the “Tip Top.” I have encouraged the reading of the weekly by
lending my “Tip Tops” to friends. I wish that all young Ameri-
cans who have been led into bad habits would reform and read
the “Tip Top,’ and I sincerely hope that all those who read
them will continue to do ‘so. I remain a loyal Tip- Topper.
Success to Burt L., and may he continue to print the “Tip Top”
for many years. Frank T. NeEppo.

Portland, Me.

A Loyal *¢Tip-Topper.’’

I have been reading “Tip Top” for over two years, and think
it is about time I should take the privilege of writing a few
lines about the king of weeklies. My favorites are: Dick,
Frank, Brad, Bart, Jack Diamond, and Joe Crowfoot. My girl
favorites are: Inza, Elsie, June, Claudia, Doris, and Rose, of
the Blue Eastern Mountains. From a loyal ‘“Tip-Topper.”

McKinfy, La. Frank Haropesty, Jr.

Upright and Square.

[ have been reading “Tip Top,” the king of all weeklies, for
some time, and like it best because it contains thrilling stories,
not blood curdling; and because its characters are clean and
manly in every way. It makes me more upright and square at
work or play, and has given me an ambition to imitate the vir-
tues of the characters. I have loaned many copies to friends,
and now they are reading “Tip Top” every W eek. Best wishes to
Burt L. and Street & Smith. Tuos. F. Packs.

Dalton, Ga.

Would Break the Bank for “Tip Top.’

This is my first letter to “Tip Top.” It is the best boy’s
weekly in the world. I shall get it every week from now on,
for I could not miss a single copy if it took the last nickel in
the bottom of my bank. Rosert DUNNE.

Lawrence, Mass.

Taking Frank and Dick as Examplés.

. Have been a reader of
has no equal. I have read all the back numbers I can get, also
several Medal books. I admire Frank and Dick for their clean
lives, and think every boy should take them for an example.
Have persuaded several of my companions to read them.
Rochester, N. Y C. Hownen.

Easily “The King of Weeklies.

I have just been reading “Tip Top Weekly,” and think it can
easily be called “the king of weeklies.” I have read “Tip Top”
for more than five years, and have given about all of them away.
I intend to be like the heroes of “Tip Top,” neither use liquor
nor tobacco. Kart Mi1zENER.

Foster, Que.

Gives “Tip Top”? to Poor Boys.

[ like the Frank and Dick Merriwell books because they have
nice, clean stories about baseball, football, and other fine sports.
I feel that I know Frank and Dick pérsonally.” I try to follow
Frank and Dick as much as I can. I give my books, after I read

them, to poor boys, so they can get the benefit of your good |

Some of the boys I lend them to get them every week

now. I have been reading for two years, and hope to read them

much longer. © Gites W. QUARLES. .
Baltimore, Md. r

No Longer Stays Out Nights.

| thought I would let you know what I think about your “Tip
Top.” Although I am no subscriber, I buy every copy from the
bookstore, and I find them interesting. Before I read them I

stories.

used to stay out at nights until midnight, drinking, smoking, but

not having good times. Now I very seldom’ go out at nights,
but I stay home and read your weeklies. Frank, Dick, Brad,
Bart, and young Joe Crowfoot are my favorites.

ANP ERES Ind. , CHARLES PELHAM,

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Lio Laef Fores.

So many inquiries reach us from week to week concerning the
various manuals on athletic development, which we publish, that
we have decided to keep a list of them standing here. Any number
can be had by mail by remitting 10 cents, and 3 cents postage, for
each copy, to the publishers.

Frank Merriwell’s Book of Physical Development.

The Art of Boxing and Self-defense, by Prof. Donovan.

U. S. Army Physical Exercises, revised by Prof. Donovan.

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College Course Not Necessary.

Pror. FourmMeN: I have been an interested reader of your
splendid paper for several years; therefore | make bold to ask
your advice concerning my future. I am twenty-four years of
age, have worked ever since my twelfth year, and on account of
having left school so soon am possessed of not much education.
But I am ambitious, and have always carefully saved my wages,
hoping some time to be. able to enter college. With. what little
education I have now, to even think of being able to pass a col-
lege examination is, of course, foolish. Should I enter a prepara-
tory school, and, after leaving, enter college, I would be nearly
thirty years old upon graduating. D. E. Strives.

Holyoke, Mass.

At your age we strongly advise you tx: give up all idea of a
collegiate course. As you say, you would then be thirty years
old. At that age a man should be well started on his career in
life.

We do not know that we entirely believe in a college course for
the average boy, unless he intends to taka up one of the profes-
sions. A boy who has graduated from a high school is pretty
well equipped to-carry on his education by himself. It is aston-
ishing how much can be learned by a systematic and intelligent
course of reading. ‘

Any bright boy, who has a certain amount of education, can

master.a large number of branches by himself.
Goto the best educated man you. know, tell him what you are
_ ‘especially interested in, anid ask him to tell you how to go to
work to improve yourself, what textbooks to study, and ‘what
to read generally.

Commercial Traveling.

_ Pror. FourmMen: ‘Will you please tell me something about the
profession of a commercial traveler? [am going to work in a

Caps hardware store this fall, and I would like to go on “the
toad” when I learn the business. What do you think of the
profession? How would you advise me to “get there’? What
are. the wages?) What kind of work would I be put at for to
learn to be a traveler—office work, or in the warehouse? I
like traveling, but that is not why I would like to be a drummer.
_ London, Ont. . D. TRUESDELL,

A commercial irbvalen: generally makes a ged living, but
_ every one is not adapted to the business. It requires push, good
_conyersational powers, and a thorough knowledge of the world.

A capacity to make and hold friends is also of the greatest pos-

sible advantage, as in a large number of cases, other things being
peaeal, the merchant will give his order to the man he knows and
: Fo’ ‘get there,” ‘study the make and manufacture of the goods
ould ibe well, ‘dls0, to,obtain a knowledge of the goods of isival

air ths ‘$0 that you may be able to Potnt out in what Teapect
uperior.

felt would be much more Sa  aecok cl for you t to go into the

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stock room rather than in the office, as you will have a better
chance in the former department to learn what will be an aid to
you upon the road.

The salary will depend upon the amount of goods you sell and
the profit you make for your firm. A majority of travelers work
on commission, which is more satisfactory, as it is apt to stimu-
late you to work harder. Your traveling expenses will be paid
by your employers.

Always Seek Advancement. .

Pror. FourMEN: I am at present working in a canning factory
at-a salary of $3 per week, and not much chances of an advance-
ment. _ I have a chance to become a messenger for a prominent
railroad, at the same. salary as I am now receiving, with chancés
of advancement. .I am very near seventeen years old, and think
[ ought to receive more pay for the amount of work which I do.
Please let me know your decision on a case like this.

Rochester, N. Y. G. L. Eaton.

Without knowing the circumstances more definitely, it is a
little difficult to give an opinion. But, on general principles, we
should advise taking a position which offers a chance for ad-
vancement. Three dollars a week does seem very little, espe-
cially, as, judging from the appearance of your letter, you ought
to be capable of doing better.

Surveying and Engineering.

Pror. FourMEN: What would you advise? I go to school,
but have been working in a leather shop where they make sad-
dles, bags, etc., but I would like to be a surveyor and civil engi-
neer. I cannot afford to go to school any longer. How can I
learn it? What are the wages? Is it healthy for an\ average
boy? W. Corey.

Worsesilk: Mass.

As you cannot afford to enter one of the technical scliools, the
best plan-is to secure employment in some office, or with an
active surveyor, and so acquire a practical knowledge of the
subject. Many of the best engineers in the country began their
careers by following this course.

Keep on the lookout for some such opportunity, and grasp it
when it comes. Meanwhile, learn all you can in the line of
mathematics and draftsmanship. There are several works on
surveying and civil engineering which, as you progress, will be
found indispensable, and a conscientious study of them will be
of the utmost service.

The salary will depend upon your ability and faithfulness, as
indeed it does in all branches of work. _ It is, perhaps, safe to
say that, as a clerk in a civil engineer’s office, you would receive
the first year $3 a week and upward; the second year, $5 to $8,
and so on. The emoluments of a first-class engineer are large,
from $10,000 to $30,000 a year. ;

We should say the work was decidedly healthy, *

The Profession of Dentistry.

Pror. FourMEN: I desire to ask your advice on the profession
of dehtistey. Do you think it-is a good profession, and what do
you think of its future? Also, what is the best school near here
to study it? R. J. Lee,

Decatur, Il. ye ps

Dentistry is a most excellent profession, and one which has a_
bright future before it. The strides made in the treatment of the _
teeth during the past ten years or so have been marvelous. The
leading dentists obtain very large fees for their work, and many
of them are rich men, 4

But, if you make up your mind to embrace the profession, de-

‘termine to know every detail of your business, and to stand at

the head. A poor dentist is unworthy of any Conte an and f
will probably not make his salt.

I do not know of any dental school in Alabama, although eae .
may be one connected with the University of Alabama. Write
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250—Frank Merriwell’s Ring. 558—Dick Merriwell’s Joke. 688—Frank. Merriwell’s Steadying 71 1—sDick Merriwell’s Dander.
251—Frank Merriwell’s Party. 559—Dick Merriwell’s Seven, x _ Hand. ; ; 712—Dick Merriwell’s Hope.
253—Frank Merriwell’s Skill. 560—Dick Merriwell’s Partner. 639—Frank Merriwell’s Record- 713—Dick Merriwell’s Standard.
264—-Frank Merriwell’s Club. 561—Dick Merriwell in the Tank. Breakers. 714—Dick Merriwell’s Sympathy.
255—Frank Merriwell’s Scheme. 562—Frank Merriwell’s Captive. | 640—Dick Morriwell’s Shoulder. 715—Dick Merriwell in Lumber
467—Dick Merriwell in’ Egypt. 563—Frank Merriwell’s Trailing. 641—Dick Merriwell s Desperate *: Land. i ; ;
469—Frank Merriwell’s Retaliations564—-Frank Merriwell's Talisman. 3 Work. 716—Frank Merriwell’s Fairness.
485—Dick Merriwell In Manila. 565—Frank Merriwell’s Horse. 642—Dick Merriwell’s Example. = 717—F rank Merriwell’s Pledge.
486—Dick Merriwell Marooned. 566—Frank Merriwell's Intrusion, 643—Dick Merriwell At  Gale’s 718—F Fans Merriwell, the Man of
488—Dick Merriwell, Gap-Stopper. 567—Frank Merriwell’s Bluff. . Kerry... ; Be
489—Dick Merriwell’s Sacrifice Hit 568—Dick Merriwell’s Regret. 644—Dick Merriwell’s Inspiration. 719—F Sink Merriwell’s Return
490—Dick Merrtwell’s Support. 569—Dick Merriwell’s Silent Work. 645—Dick Merriwell’s Shooting. Blow.
491—Dick Merriwell’s Stroke. 570—Dick Merriwell’s Arm. 646—Dick Merriwell in the Wilds. 7220—Frank Merriwell’s Quest.
492—Dick Merriwell Shadowed. 571—Dick Merriwell’s Skill. 647—Dick Merriwell’s Red Comrade 721—Frank Merriwell's Ingots.
493—Dick Merriwell’s Drive. 572—Dick Merriwell’s Magnetism. 648—I'rank Merriwell’s Ranch. i22—F rank Merriwell's Assistance.
494—Dick Merriwell’s Return. 573—Dick Merriwell’s System. 649—F rank Merriwell in the Saddle 72 23—Frank  Merriwell at the
495—Dick Merriwell's Restoration. 574—Dick Merriwell’s Salvation. 650—Frank Merriwell’s Brand. | Throttle.
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499—Dick Merriwell’s Defeat. 578—Dick Merriwell’s Coach. 654—Dick Merriwell’s Secret Work _ Land.
500—Dick Merriwell’s Chance. 579—Dick Merriwell’s Bingle. 655—Dick Merriwel-'s Way. | | 726—Frank Merriwell’s Desperate
501—Dick Merriwell’s Stride. 580—Dick Merriwell’s Hurdling. 656—Frank Merriwell’s Red Visitor Chance. |
502—Dick Merriwell’s Wing-Suit. Seek Merriwell's Best Work. o o7—Frank Merriwell’s Rope. aah ee ee Merriwell’s Black Ter-
5038—Dick Merriwell’s Skates. 2—Dick Merriwell's Respite. 658—frank Merriwell’s Lesson.
504—Dick Merriwell’s Four. Fists. 583—Dick Merriwell’s Disadvantage 6: 59—F rank Merriwell’s Protection 7: 28—Frank Merriwell Again on
505—Dick Merriwell’s Dashing Game 58S Dic k Merriwell Besct. 660—Dick Merriwell’s Reputation. the Slab. :
506—Fmnk Merriwell’s Tigers. 85—Dick Merriweil’s Great Rival, 661—Dick Merriwell’s Motto. 729—Frank Merriwell’s Hard Game
507—Frank Merriwell’s Treasure S86 bick Merriwell’s Distrust. 662— Dick Merriwell’s Restraint. 730—Frank Merriwell's Six-in-hand
Guard. 587—Dick Merriwell, Lion-Tamer. 663—Dick Merriwell's Ginger. 731—Frank Merriwell’s Duplicate.
508—Frank Merriwell’s Flying Fear 588—Dick Merriwell’s Camp-site. 664—Dick Merriwell’s Driving. 732—Frank Merriwell on Rattle-
509—Dick Merriwell in Maine. 589—Dick Merriwell’s Debt. 665—Dick Metriwell's Good Cheer. | snake Ranch.
510—Dick Merriwell’s Polo Team. 590—Dick Merriwell’s Camp-Mates 666—Frank Merriwell’s Theory. v< 33—F rank Merriwell’s Sure Hand
511—Dick Merriwell in the Ring. 591—Dick Merriwell’s Draw. 667—Frank Merriwell’s Diplomacy. 734—Frank Merriwell’s Treasure
512—Frank Merriwell’s New Idea. 592—Dick Merriwell’s Disapproval. 668—Frank Merriwell’s Encour- Map.
518—Frank Merriwell’s Trouble. © 593—Dick Merriwell’s Mastery. agement. Ae ron (oo-—Frank Merriwell, Prince of
514—Frank. Merriwell’s Pupils. 594—Dick Merriwell’s_ Warm, Work 669—Frank.Merriwell’s Great Work the Rope.
515—Dick Merriwell’s Satisfaction 595—Dick Merriwell’s “Double 670—Dick Merriwell’s Mind, 736—Dick Merriwell, Captain of
516—Dick Merriwell’s Discernment. Squeeze.” 671—Dick Merriwell’s “Dip. fiid’ Wareltrer: *
517—Dick Merriwell’s Friendly Hand 596— Dick Merriwell’s Vanishing. 672—Dick Merriwell’s Rally. 73 M ‘i vy c ;
518—Frank Merriwell’s New Boy. 597—Dick Merriwell Adrift. 673—Dick Merriwell’s Flier. 37—Dick Merriwe 8 ontrol.
519—F rank Merriwell’s Mode. 598—Dick Merriwell’s Influence. 674—Frank Merriwell’s Bullets. 738—Dick Merriwell’s Back Stop.
520—Frank Merriwell's Aids. 599—Frank Merriwell’s Worst Boy. 675—Frank Merriwell Cut Off. 739—Dick Merriwell’s Masked En-
521—Dick Merriwell’s hare ‘ Se eane yrnceeee quence oe tae cog nah yey Boss emy.
522—Dick Merriwell’s Retaliation. 601—Frank Merriwell’s Restraint. ©7¢—Dic erriwell’s Equa —_ Dick ,
523—Dick Merriwell’s Rival. G02—Dick Merriwell Held Back.” 678—Dick Merriwells Developnient. oak ieee eect eatid St aeh
524—Frank Merriwell’s Young Crew 603—Dick Merriwell in the Line. .679—Dick Merriwell’s Eye. ; ; puree SU =
525—Frank Merriwell’s Fast Nine. 604—Dick Merriwell’s Drop Kick. 680—Frank Merriwell’s Zest. 742——Dick Merriwell at Forest Lake
526—Frank Merriwell’s Athletic 605—Frank Merriwell’s Air Voyage. 681—Frank Merriwell’s Patience. 743—Dick Merriwell in Court.
Field. 606—Frank Merriwell’s Auto Chase. 682—Frank Merriwell’s Pupil. 744—Dick Merriwell’s Silence,
527—Dick Merriwell’s Reprisal. 607—Frank Merriwell’s Captive. 683—Irank Merriwell’s Fighters. | 745—pDick Merriwell’s Dog.
528—Dick Merriwell Dared. 608—Dick Merriwell’s Value. | 684—Dick Merriwell at the “Meet” 746 “nick Merriwell's Subterfuge
529—Dick Merriwell’s Dismay. 609—Dick Merriwell Doped. | 685—Dick Merriwell’s Protest. 747—Dick Merriwell’s Ent :
530—Frank Merriwell’s Son. 610—Dick Merriwell’s Belief. 686—Dick Merriwell in the Mara- ¢ els Enigma.
531—Frank Merriwell’s Old Flock. spate Merriwell in the Mar- thon. 5 _ 748—Dick Merriwell Defeated.
532—Frank Merriwell’s House 687—Dick Merriwell’s Colors. | 749—Dick Merriwell’s “Wing.”
Party. , 612—Frank Merriwell’s Fight for 688—Dick Merriwell, Driver. 750—Dick Merriwell’s Sky Chase.
533—Dick Merriwell’s Summer Team Fortune. 689—Dick Merriwellon the Deep. 751—Dick Merriwell’s Pick- -ups.
534—-Dick Merriwell’s Demand. 613—Frank Merriwell on Top. 690—Dick Merriwell in the North 759 nick Merriwell onthe Rockin R
585—Dick Merriwell’s Slabmate. 614—Dick Merriwell's Trip West. Woods. &
753—Dick Merriwell’s Penetration.

eee Tt ee Merriwell’s Summer ait 5—Dick Merriwell’s Predicament 691—Dick ‘Koeriipell’ s Dandies.
616—Dick Merriwell In Mystery 692—Dick Merriwell’s “Skyscooter” 754—Dick Merriwell’s Intuition.

537—Frank OMderriwell's Proposal. Valley. 693—Dick Merriwell in the Blk 755—Dick Merriwell’s Vantage.
5388—Frank Merriwell’s Spook- 617—Frank Merriwell’s Proposition Mountains. 756—Dick Merriwell’s Advice.
hunters. 618—Frank Merriwell Perplexed. 694—Dick Merriwell in Utah. %57—Dick Merriwell’s Rescue
539—Dick Merriwell’s Cheek. 619—Frank Merriwell’s Suspicion. 695—Dick Merriwell’s Bluff. 758—-Dick Merriwell. Americ ,
540—Dick Merriwell’s Sacrifice. 620—Dick Merriwell’s Gallantry. 696—Dick Merriwell in*the Saddle. : arn an.
541—Dick Merriwell’s Heart. 621—Dick Merriwell’s Condition. | 697—Dick  _Merriwell’s Ranch 799—Dick Merriwell’s Understand-
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ran rriwell’s Pride §23—Dic erriwell’s Match 698—Frank Me ll at Phant 760—Dic erriwe utor.
pre Mage Merriwell’s Young San pees eee mare Case Lake. sal we 761—Dick Merriwell’s Quandary.
f ’ nners. 25—Fran erriwell’s Helper. 99 , x ere
545—Dick Merriwell’s Lead. 626—Frank Merriwell's Doubts. 859—-Frank Merriwell’s Hold-back. '762—Dick Merriwell on the Boards.

546— Dick Mertiwell’s Influence. 627—Frank Merriwell’s “Phenom.” 700—F rank Merriwell’s Lively Lads 763—Dick Merriwell, Peacemaker.

547—Dick Merriwell’s Top Notch. 628—Dick Merriwell’s Stand. 701—Frank Merriwell as Instructor 764—Frank Merriwell’s Sway. sig
548—Frank Merriwell’s Kids. 629—Dick Merriwell’s Circle. ,702—Dick Merriwell’s Cayuse. 765—Frank Merriwell’s Compre-
549-——Frank Merriwell’s Kodakers. 630—Dick Merriwell’s Reach. 703—Dick Merriwell’s Quirt. _ hension. sa ria a

 

 

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TIP TOP WEEKLY

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A féw years ago, we were obliged to disappoint thousands of boys who wanted
the early adventures of Frank and Dick Merriwell which were published in TIP

TOP, because we did not have copies of the numbers that contained them.

It was

impossible for us to reprint TIP TOP WEEKLY, so we made the stories up in book
form and published them in the NEW MEDAL LIBRARY at intervals of about
Here is a list of these splendid books which

four weeks beginning with No. 150.

contain Nos. 1 to 501 of TIP TOP WEEKLY. Our experience with these books
has taught us that thousands of boys are overjoyed at this opportunity to secure their
favorite stories in a more permanent form.

150—F rank
167—Frank
178—Frank
184—F rank
189—F rank
193—Frank
197—Frank
201—Frank
205—Frank
209—F rank
213—Frank
217—Frank
225—Frank
2290—Frank
233—Frank
237—Frank
240—Frank
244—F rank
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276—Frank
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308—Frank
312—Frank
316—Frank
320—Frank
324—F rank
328—F rank
332—F rank
336—Frank
340—Frank
344—Frank
348—Frank
352—Frank

Merriwell’s School-days.
Merriwell’s Chums.
Merriwell’s Foes.
Merriwell’s Trip West.
Merriwell Down South.
Merriwell’s Bravery.
Merriwell’s Hunting Tour.
Merriwell in Europe.
Merriwell at Yale.
Merriwell’s Sports Afield.
Merriwell’s Races.
Merriwell’s Bicycle Tour.
Merriwell’s Courage.
Merriwell’s Daring.
Merriwell’s Athletes.
Merriwell’s Skill.
Merriwell’s Champions.

Merriwell’s Return to Yale.

Merriwell’s Secret.
Merriwell’s Danger.
Merriwell’s Loyalty.
Merriwell in Camp.
Merriwell’s Vacation.
Merriwell’s Cruise.
Merriwell’s Chase.
Merriwell in Maine.
Merriwell’s Struggle.
Merriwell’s First Job.
Merriwell’s Opportunity.
Merriwell’s Hard Luck.
Merriwell’s Protégé.
Merriwell on the Road.
Merriwell’s Own Company.
Merriwell’s Fame.

Merriwell’s College Chums.

Merriwell’s Problem.
Merriwell’s Fortune.

Merriwell’s New Comedian.

Merriwell’s Prosperity.
Merriwell’s Stage Hit.
Merriwell’s Great Scheme.
Merriwell in England.

Merriwell on the Boulevards.

Merriwell’s Duel.
Merriwell’s Double Shot.

356—Frank Merriwell’s Baseball Victories

3590—Frank
362—Frank
365—Frank
368—Frank
371—Frank
374—Frank
377—F rank
380—F rank
383—Frank
386—Frank
389—F rank
392—F rank
3905—F rank
398—Frank
4o1—F rank
404—F rank
407—F rank

-410—Frank

413—Frank
416—Frank
419—Frank
422—F rank
425—Frank
428—Frank
431—Frank
434—Frank
437—Frank

Confidence.
Auto.

Fun.
Generosity.

Merriwell’s
Merriwell’s
Merriwell’s
Merriwell’s
Merriwell’s Tricks.
Merriwell’s Temptation.
Merriwell on Top.
Merriwell’s Luck.
Merriwell’s Mascot.
Merriwell’s Reward.
Merriwell’s Phantom.
Merriwell’s Faith.
Merriwell’s Victories.
Merriwell’s Iron Nerve.
Merriwell in Kentucky.
Merriwell’s Power.
Merriwell’s Shrewdness.
Merriwell’s Set-back.
Merriwell’s Search.
Merriwell’s Club.
Merriwell’s Trust.
Merriwell’s False Friend.
Merriwell’s Strong Arm.
Merriwell as Coach.
Merriwell’s Brother.
Merriwell’s Marvel.
Merriwell’s Support.

440—Dick Merriwell at Fardale.

443—Dick
446—Dick
449—Dick
452—Dick
455—Dick
458—Dick
461—Dick
464—Dick
467—Dick
470—F rank

Merriwell’s Glory.
Merriwell’s Promise.
Merriwell’s Rescue.
Merriwell’s Narrow Escape.
Merriwell’s Racket.
Merriwell’s Revenge.
Merriwell’s Ruse.
Merriwell’s Delivery.
Merriwell’s Wonders.

Merriwell’s Honor.

473—Dick Merriwell’s Diamond.

476—Frank

Merriwell’s Winners.

479—Dick Merriwell’s Dash.
482—Dick Merriwell’s Ability.
485—Dick Merriwell’s Trap.
488—Dick Merriwell’s Defense.

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491—Dick Merriwell’s Model.
494—Dick Merriwell’s Mystery.
497—Frank Merriwell’s Backers.
500-—Dick Merriwell’s Backstop.
503—Dick Merriwell’s Western Mission.
506—Frank Merriwell’s Rescue.
509—F rank Merriwell’s Encounter.
512—Dick Merriwell’s Marked Money.
515—Frank Merriwell’s Nomads.
518—Dick Merriwell on the Gridirea.
521—Dick Merriwell’s Disguise.
524—Dick Merriwell’s Test.
527—Frank Merriwell’s Trump Card.
$30—Frank Merriwell’s Strategy.
533—Frank Merriwell’s Triumph.
530—Dick Merriwell’s Grit.
539—Dick Merriwell’s Assurance.
542—Dick Merriwell’s Long Slide.
545—Frank Merriwell’s Rough Deal.
548—Dick Merriwell’s Threat.
551—Dick Merriwell’s Persistence.
554—Dick Merriwell’s Dad.
557—Frank Merriwell’s Peril.
560—Dick Merriwell’s Downfall.
563—Frank Merriwell’s Pursuit.
566—Dick Merriwell Abroad.
569—Frank Merriwell in the Rockies.
572—Dick Merriwell’s Pranks.
575—Frank Merriwell’s Pride.
578—Frank | Merriwell’s Challengers.
581—Frank Merriwell’s Endurance.
584—Dick Merriwell’s Cleverness.
587—Frank Merriwell’s Marriage.

Published about October 18th.
s90—Dick Merriwell, the Wizard.
Published about November 8th.
593—Dick Merriwell’s Stroke.
Published about November 2oth.
5906—Dick Merriwell’s Return.
Published about December 2oth.
s99—Dick Merriwell’s Resource.

 

 

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