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Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Canceled Game;
Or, THE TOWN THAT MADE A MISTAKE.

- By BURT L.

CHAPTER I.
THE WARRIORS DIG UP THE HATCHET.

“I’m a-tellin’ you they’re a bunch o’ dudes. They travel
in a private car, and every last kid in the crowd has one
o’ these here vallys to get him up in the mornin’, and
comb his hair, and put on his clothes. What business
have the Warriors got playin’ ball with a lot o’. silk
stockin’s like them?”

Silence fell over the group of a‘dozen youngsters. A
young fellow who stood on an empty packing case was
doing the talking. This chap had large, outstanding ears,
a thin, peaked face, and yellowish eyes, with a squint.
His name was Hoover, and he was called “the Bat.” He

iv played short on the nine known as the Whipsaw War-

riors.

. An old adobe house was the scene of the meeting. The
Warriors had secured the house for a headquarters, be-
cause it was conveniently situated with reference to the

diamond, and to the mine in which most of the players

worked and near which they had their homes.

“Blamed queer, Bat,” finally spoke up a lad named Phil |

Lorry, pitcher and captain for the team, “that we never

heard anything about all ‘this before.”

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“Well,” returned Bat Hoover, “you're hearin’ now, Phil,
and I allow it ain’t too late.” :

“Too late for what?”

“Why, to cancel the game with Merriwell’s Athletes,
This rough-and-ready bunch would look pretty, wouldn’t

A flush ran through the bronzed face of Phil Lorry.
“The game’s to-morrow afternoon,” said he, “and all

__ work at the mine is going to be shut down, There'll be

a record-breaking crowd at the grounds to see the match,

   

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at four bits a head. Merriwell’s Athletes will be here some
time to-night, or in the morning. We can’t call this off,
and you haven't said anything yet, Bat, to make me think
you should.”

“The Athletes are comin’ here to make a show of us
stormed Hoover.

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“I don’t believe it; but even if they are, that’s no sign
we ought to prove a crowd of quitters. In order to get
the Athletes here we had to guarantee their expenses, and
a hundred dollars has been deposited in the Whipsaw Na-
tional Bank to the credit of Rufus Horton, the financial
backer of the Athletes, and——”

“Oh, them sharks don’t need money,’ cut in Hoover
sarcastically, “but you can bet they’re lookin’ for the long
end of the play.”

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“And we'll lose that money,” finished Lorry, “if we
cancel the game. How are we going to get out of it?”

“You arranged for the game, did you, Phil?”

“No, that was Spingarn, our manager. I just advised
with him, that’s alk”

“Well, you fellers didn’t look into this crowd o’ Mer-
riwell’s like you’d ort. You made a bobble, and I’m for
backin’ out, and linin’ up in front o’ the Whipsaw Na-
tional with clubs to keep this Horton from annexin’ the
mazuma.”

“Where did you get your information about the Ath-
letes, Bat?” went on Lorry quietly. .
“From a cousin 0’ mine, Chet Brezee, who knows all
about Merriwell’s outfit. Chet used to live in. Trawlee, |
which is handy by this town o’ Blyfield where Horton
and Merriwell got their amateurs together. Chet says the

Athletes is comin’ here on a lark, jest to make monkeys i

out 0’ us. Every’ one ‘of ‘em is a rich man’s son, and e
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Chet’s has told Spin all about the
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dently.

“I don’t see how we can cancel that game,” insisted
Lorry. “We can’t stop the Athletes, and that hundred is
every dollar we had. in treasury. I’m positive the
paid admissions to-morrow will run at least three hun-
dred dollars. Dividing fifty and fifty, that would give
us a hundred and a half to use in getting new uniforms
and a lot of other equipment that we need, and need badly.
Your cousin, Bat, must have got this wrong. . Young
Merriwell, from all I have heard and read about him, isn’t
the sort of chap you seem to think he is.”

“T1e’s a four-flusher, Lorry,” snarled Hoover, “and |
don’t. allow nobody to jump on the truth and veracity

our

o’. my. relatives. Chet’s all right, and he’s the slickest
pitcher that ever come down the pike, I tried to get him
to. stay. over and play some with our nine, but he and

his friend was in a hurry to get to the coast, and had to
pull out. But what he says you can bank on. We got
to renege on this. game with the Athletes, or we'll be
éverlastin'ly tired of it pola we get. through. What d’you
say, fellers?”’

Hoover appealed. to the rest of the members of the
team: They were all horny-handed young miners, honest
as the day, and imbued with the idea that the measure of
any man was his worth and. integrity rather than the
amount of money he had in the bank. They hated. arto-
gance and. pretensions, and they admired industry, and
courage, and fair dealing. Hoover’s remarks had created

a disagreeable impression upon them.

But they were all loyal to Phil Lorry, their captain.
They believed in his judgment, and in that of Daddy
Spingarn. They could see that Lorry took little stock in
Hoover's aspersions, and they hesitated to put neti
on record against Merriwell’s Athletes. eS

During the silence that followed Hoover’s ae to
class prejudice, the outside door was pushed open, and
a stalwart, white-haired miner strode in, He was roughly
dressed, and possibly he was sixty years old, but his form
was. erect ‘and his eyes were bright. Just now the dark

“Here’s Daddy Spingarn, now!” cried Hoover, “Listen
to him, you fellers. We'll hear what Spin has to say.”

‘Spingarn was foreman at the Whipsaw Mine. The
youngsters employed in the workings had shown a dispo-
sition to patronize pool rooms, and Daddy Spin had: or-
_ ganized the Whipsaw nine as a counter attraction to the
evils of the camp. In his old heart” was a deep-seated
love of the national game, and it was'to his enterprise and |
indefatigable efforts that the Warriors. owed their existr
_ ence. At a time when the mine youngsters were starting
wrong, he took them in hand and turned their attention
to clean. sport, with a result that did him’ a a vast amount of
eet '

But for all his good pains, Daddy Spin was a elk

| hae odd. ‘There was a flaw in his character; a slight

- flaw, indeed, but sufficient to cause trouble if he happened

to be approached on. his weaker side.

Class - distinction — was - something Spingarn hated with |
Her had hated it for sixty
ears, and with him it had grown ‘into. something of a
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. an. old friend named Lucius Lattimer.

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vulnerable point. \His' boys were poor, the’ nine was
meagerly .equipped, but in Spingarn’s eyes they ranked
with the best amateur teams in the country. A slap at

the social standing of the Warriors was a blow between
Daddy Spin’s eyes, and very apt to make him see red.

Just now he was seeing red—there was no doubt about
it. He brusquely made his way to the empty box and
jumped up on it as Hooyer gave place to him. A tense
stillness had settled over the Warriors, and in Phil Lorry’s
face there slowly rose a look of apprehension.

“Boys,” began Spingarn, his voice husky with anger,
“I’m sorry to say it, but we're havin’ it played pretty
low down on us. I know every one of you, and I know
your families, and I want to say that you're as fine a lot
of young ball players as there is in the West. Most of
you have growed up right here at Whipsaw. Your fa-
thers was workin’ in the mine, and when you left the high
school at Gordon Gap yout came to the mine and went to
work.

“Now, a miner is just as good a man, if his standards
of cohduct are right, as any other man that ever. walked.
The main ‘thing,. accordin’ to. my notion, - is ‘principle.
Square your principles with honesty, and your character

will match’ up with the’ bést: hombres atop of ground. |

Character, in this two-by-twice little world, is the. thing |
that makes us as good’as the best. Don’t sidestep that.
Here iri Whipsaw we're just as worthy as any other bunch
of amateurs you can find in a month's travel; and, if you
Warriors dig up ‘the hatchet. and go°*for this Merriwell
crowd, you'll not only show. ’em where they get off, but
you'll be doing ’em a kindness.”

Phil Lorry took advantage of a+ pause’ in
harangue.

Spingarn’s

“You mean,” he asked,
letes off their feet?”

“Nary, Phil,’ answered the old mar, ‘his flinty blue eves
hardening. “There'll be no game with these Athletes.
I’d scorn to let you play ’em, after what I’ve heard con-
the crowd. They’re an outfit of top-lofty, over-
bearin’ whippersnappers, and’ they’re descendin’ on
camp to hold my boys up to ridicule and make ’ém a laugh- —
in’stock. Over in town that impression has took hold ©
of the people, and from Snider’s livery plumb: to O’Brien’s
general store, at t’other end 0’ Main Street, everybody is —
agin’ this game, and howlin’ for our ‘lads to show up thie Ss
pretenders. Never in my life has anythin’ SO tiled me
as what. I’ve heard.” nes Y,
~©That's the talk, Spin!” approved the Bat.” “Merri-
well’s Athletes can’t ruin in any rhinecaboo on us.”

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began to show in the faces of the Warriors.
could not believe the things which Hoover had said about
the Athletes, and he was slow to believe them now, backed
ek ous they were by Spingarn. hs Ca ee
Are;you sure you ve got the right end if this, Spin.
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to treat Merriweli and his amateurs, and show them what
sort of a crowd we really are, is by playing them off their
feet on the diamond, and

*T won’t let my boys meet such a crowd!” declared
Spingarn hotly.

“Well,” pleaded Lorry, “don’t cancel the game, Spin-
garn, until the other team gets here and we have a chance
to look over Merriwell’s men at close quarters. Perhaps
they are different from what Lattimer and Brezee ”

“I’ve made up my mind!” barked the foreman.

“Just what do you mean by ‘digging up the hatchet’?”

“T’m comin’ to that,” was the answer.

And Lorry, with a feeling of great uneasiness, waited
patiently for Daddy Spingarn to “come to it” and relieve
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CHAPTER Hil.
THREE TESTS.

Phil Lorry was a timekeeper at the Whipsaw Mine. He
was a clear-eyed, dark-haired youth of seventeen, and had
come from the East in failing health some three years
The dry, pure air of the Southwest had saved
him, and now he was robust and strong. He had gone in
for athletics because he loved sport, and because active
exercise in the open would keep him physically and men-
tally at his best.

He loved and respected Daddy Spingarn just as much
as any of the others, but he knew the old man’s weakness.
If possible, he wanted to keep Spingarn and the whole
camp from making any mistake regarding Merriwell and

, the coming Athletes.

Lorry felt that Spingarm and Hoover were taking too
much stock in hearsay evidence; and he also felt that they

‘were showing a distinctly unsportsmanlike spirit in can-

celing the game with the crack amateurs. Having mounted
his hobby, Spingarn was showing a disposition to go the
limit ;, and where that limit might lead him was causing the
sensible young timekeeper a good deal of worry.

‘Lattimer says,’ pursued the foreman, “that Merriwell

and his outfit. haven’t ever been trimmed at ball, or any-

thin’ else, and that they’re puttin’ on a heap of dog. All
they’re comin’ to Whipsaw for is to show off, and make
our boys take to the brush like a lot of sneakin’ coyotes.”

“Dad,” said Lorry earnestly, “listen to me. All we know

“about the Athletes gives them a different standing, and

favors the conclusion that they’re a fast and snappy
‘lot of ball players, as well as——”

“Phil,” cut in Spingarn sharply, “the only sure-fire in:

_ formation we've got about that crowd comes from Lat- -
‘timer and Brezee.

They sabe what they’re palavering
about, and they got their knowledge first-hand. I pin

“my faith to Lattimer, and I’m good and hot about ae

way them Athletes are plannin’ to use us.”

“They’ re coming here because we asked thier tos re-
member that. They could only give us one game, mind,

-and in order to do that they had to start their tour a day

earlier than they ‘had intended so as to get that game in
el of the rest of their schedule. How can it be their

aim to make sport of us when we sprang this arrange-

ment on them at the last moment? It doesn’t seem rea-
_ sonable to me.”

ws “The only fault I ever had to find with you, Phil, i
_ returned the irate Spingarn, “is that you're too blamed.

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easy. You're a good ball player and a mighty good cap-
tain, boy, but you’re no hand to back into a corner and
show your teeth when you’re imposed upon. I get it
straight that this outfit of lily-fingered plutocrats are
makin’ a joke out of this game with our horny-handed
sons of toil. And I won’t submit to it.”

Eleven Warriors ‘were siding with the old foreman.
Lorry could see that with haif an eye. He alone was left
to argue against the accusations made by Lattimer and
Brezee.

“You tell us what’s to be done, Spin,” cried Hoover,
“and you can gamble your spurs we'll do it. Eh, fellers?”
The Bat appealed to the rank and file of the Warriors.

“Sure we'll do it!’ came the clamorous response.

“If you’re going to cance! the game, Dad,” put in Lorry,
“I should think that’s all there is to it.”

“Not by a. long shot, Phil!” cried Spingarn. “There’s
a heap more to it. We'll show this bunch of jokers that
they've sized us up wrong. We're rough, maybe, and
we don’t gad around the country in private cars, but we’ll
put in to-morrow provin’ that there’s somethin’ to us.
We won't play ball, but we'll lead this Merriwell crowd
over the hardest road they ever traveled. If they back
down and fail to travel it, they'll be showed up as a pack
of cowards; and if they travel it, and fail to make good,

-they’ll have to admit that our crowd is better than theirs.

I’m goin’/to make this joke of theirs a boomerang. That's
what! If I don’t do somethin’ like that, the people in this
camp will like enough mob ’em.”

This was good, logical reasoning to Spingarn, and
seemed to be accepted as such by most of the Warriors.
Lorry, however, saw the fallacy of it; but he was in the
minority, and had to hold his peace.

“What’s your idee, Spin?” queried Hoover.’

“Here it is, then: That private car is dropped off here
on the sidin’.. I meet the incomin’ crowd—jest me, see,
and the rest of you will keep away. I’m there to hold
the people of the camp down and see that they don’t do
no rough work;
counter proposition. First off, I tells this Rufus Horton
and young Merriwell that, for good and sufficient reason,
the ball game is' canceled. Course they’ll put up a howl

right off. They won’t like the notion pretty much of

bein’ double crossed in their plans. Horton will begin to
swell around and claim the guarantee money.”
“We'll lose that hundred, Dad,” said Lorry,

“and we
can’t afford to let it get away from us.”

“I opine we will lose it,” cried the rabid old man, “but
what’s a hundred, or a thousand, or a million dollars when
it comes to a matter of principle? That’s what we're
standin’ for—principle.

a minute. Instead of lettin’ the Athletes show us up

on the ball field, we’re goin’ to show them up at an alto-

gether different game. And, anyways,” Spingarn added,
“the business men all up and down Main Street have told

me that they’d rather make up to us that hundred dollars ~

than have the Warriors insulted by Merriwell’s Athletes.

“Tl say to this Rufus Horton, ‘You can take the guar-
antee money, but give us a whack at you before you pull
it down” Then Horton will say, ‘What sort of a whack —

And there’s eee I'll get him.
‘We'll have a little garne of follow my leader, I'll get ©
‘with the Warriors doin’ the leadin’ and the
Athletes followin’—if they dare.’ That will get us right —

down to brass tacks, and my ees we be ms Pie

likewise, I’m there to bat up my little

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the wall, swing over the
Montezuma’s Well. If the
they won't have the
reckon that will turn

and, at the same time,

climb

“The Warriors

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and cress
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are
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keep our self-respect.”

A loud cheer greeted Spingarn’s remarks.
failed to cheer was Phil Lorry. He knew the
ties of the trail the old foreman had marked out,

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ty
ables on ’em, and we
The only one
difficul-
and he
Athletes

who

trembled to think of what might happen to the

if they tried to cover it.
“Do you think that’s a test,
“Pair }? “Why
“Our fellows haye gone over that course again and again,
but it will be new to Merriwell and his Ath-
We've had practice, while they have had absolutely
Besides, just suppose some accident was to happen

their

Dad?” asked Lorry.

fair?”

fair
was the response. ain’t it
absolutely
letes.
none.
to one of crowd?”

“Shuecks!” jeered Spingarn. “They claim to be crack

met at every kind of athletic game. If they’re not, they're
iy four- flushers, and will) back down. We'll see about that.”
i “That's the talk, Spin!” '
erat “We'll show the Athletes what we’re good for!”

1”?

“Let ’em crawfish, and we'll give ’em the laugh!

“That's a heap better’n any old hall game!”

Spingarn had eleven of the Warriors with him, and it
was useless for Lorry to attempt to held out in the face of

ke the prevailing sentiment. However, he still had a few
oy words to say.

ti “The Athletes wilt think we're afraid to meet them on
&

: the diamond.”
“Let ‘em think what they blamed please!’

“They came here to play ball, and now we switch around
and dare them to try a series of tricks which we know

' by heart.”

“That's their lookout. Phil,” and Spingarn bent a re-
proachful look on the young timekeeper, “you're not goin’
back on the old crowd, are you?”

“Certainly not!” answered Lorry, with spirit,

“Then why are you tryin’ so hard to buck this plan of

‘A “mime?”

“Because, Dad, I think you're Wiitone up ‘thie hatchet
of yours on a lot of information that won’t hold water.
Why don’t you wait till the Athletes: get here and we have
a chance to size them up, before turning tonse this follow-
my-leader business?”

“Tm bankin’ on the word Gf a. tend: Philip, that’s why.
The ‘Watriors are as good as near boy, and they're goin’
to prove it.”

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reflected a little. He knew the wall—that cliff of a
hundred feet, that | ¢alled for steady nerves, and a knowl-
cise of hand-and- foot holes in any who would surmount
Be ; he knew the tree, the branch and the rope that’ was
‘ ea for the long swing, over the treacherous quicksands ;
and, Jastly, he knew the frail trtink that spanned the deep
ie —some said the hottomless—pit known as Montezhnigs 1
Well A eet is hg '
; | Going over this trail was required of all who aspired ‘
te join the Warriors. The tasks were foolish and dan-
gerous, but they had been handed down by tradition from
old Indian times. Comanche chiefs had required every
buck to go the * ‘peril trail” before he could wear
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tradition, senseless though it was, had been adhered to
by the young athletes of Whipsaw- ;

A year previous, Lorry himself had conquered the three
but he had tried again and again and had suffered
within one

tests,

several ugly falls at the wall, and had come

of dropping into the bubbling sands, before he finally suc-

ceeded.
dan-

with that road of

to go over it

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confidently: But what would happen to a stranger, taking

it for the first time? The very thought turned Lorry

sick. 1

He could not imagine how an old man like Spingarn, :

whose conscience was clear, whose heart was generous, |
and whose judgment was usually just, could propose such .
a series of tests. Probably he thought that the Athletes 7
would falter, decline the hazards, and so be laughed out of q

town as “quitters.” But this was the very last thing W
Lorry thought would happen. ¥ :

In justice to his teammates, who were enthusiastically
applauding Daddy Spingarn’s plans, Lorry could not break
away from the proposition. Nevertheless he was far from
approving of it. He resolved that he would make every
effort to apprize Merriwell, on the quiet, of the risks he
and his Athletes would be running if they attempted the
tests proposed by Spingarn. 4

It was, better for the visiting amateurs to be “laughed q:
than for ore or more of them to be laid up *.
If they would take a dare, all might .

out of town’’
with broken bones.

yet be well.

And all this was the result of information that had been
given by two fellows who had casually dropped into camp
—one a friend of-Spingart’s, and the other a cousin of
Bat Hoover's! Spingarn would not wait to make sure ae
whether or not the information was-correct, but he must tad Pcie
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CHAPTER III,

AN. UNEXPECTED RECEPTION.

Rufus Horton, the wealthy Yale man and backer, and
manager of Merriwell’s Athletes, had a surprise in store
for his amateurs. On the day ‘before they left Blyfield
on their athletic tour, of the West, a private car was set
out’en the railroad siding. Along the top of this car,
where the name of the railroad owning a car usually ap-
pears, were the words, in gilt letters, “Frank Merriwell, —
Junior's, Athletes.” elt

It was a magnificent vlan hired for the season and
remodeled especially for the convenience of the traveling —
There were sleeping accommodations for
twelve, ih addition tq a private stateroom which ee
herth two more comfortably. . There was also a drawing-
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to be training-table fare, at all times under the supervi-

sion of young Frank Merriwell, :
Although the expense for this private car ran up into

a pretty sum, yet the Yale man was wise in providing a

place where the youngsters could at all times be together
and directly under the observation of .either ‘Frank or
himself.

To say that the Athletes were delighted with this sur-
prise would paint their feelings too mildly.. They ex-
. plored the coach, which.was to be their traveling home for
j so many weeks to come, and then they elustered on the
observation platform and cheered Rufus Horton to the

 

1 echo.
% The name of the car was painted on the outside of the
doors, and was hung in a frame in sleeping room, dining
room, and gymnasium. Wherever a boy might be in that
coach his eyes were bound to fall on the word, “Clean-
t sport.” The name of their railroad home was also the
|. slogan of their athletic team.
aes There were thirteen in the crowd that was hauled out
of. Blyfield in the Cleansport. Joe, the hobo twirler, Vil-
lum Kess, the Dutch runner and outfielder, and Hop Wah,
4 the Chinese ball tosser, had dismal and perturbing thoughts

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when they counted noses and found that they numbered a

baker’s dozen. It seemed to suggest calamity.
Besides Rufus Horton, who occupied the stateroom, the
lads who had been painstakingly rounded up in Blyfield
for the squad were as follows:
Frank Merriwell, junior, otherwise Chip Merriwell—
because he was a “chip of the old block”—captain of the

 

 

team.
ee »Owen Clancy, Frank’s red-headed chum, who played
em first base on the nine. |
“). Neil Rodno, whose acquaintance Frank had made while

helping the Rodno Athletic Club capture the famous
-Rodno Field from an unscrupulous rival organization.
Rod was in the outfield, but he was a crack backstop, if
his services should ever be required in that capacity.
Arlo Pennyworth, the lad from the cattle range, whose
s catching was a superb, feature of the team.

    
   
 

John Glory, of McGlory, ‘Texas, a youth who had cov-
ered himself with glory in more ways than one. Also in
the outfield.

“Billy Dill, otherwise “Pickles,” who, like Rodno, hailed
: Wiis the town of Juneau, and had been drafted from the

ranks of the R, A. C. His place was at short.

_ Hop Wah, a phenomenal. Chinese ball player. He could
‘ hold down any position, and could go to the ‘ ‘mound”
and give an excellent account of himself.

   
  

     
    
      
   

    
     
       
 

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thletes. Right field was his specialty. —
Dart Keenan, a ‘crack sprinter’ and fielder. —
‘Baltimore Joe: the hobo twirler. me

  
  

 
 

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Norris Coddington, the blond, heavy-set. chap, who had
come to the team from Blyfield shah Ha ine: was ;

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jump ‘carried the Cleansport and its load of passenger:
over the Raton Pass, down into New Mexico, and ever a
branch line toward the mining town of Whipsaw.

and every lad on the team was
first

It was a gay journey,
in joyous spirits and looking eagerly forward top the
Horton and Merri-

game of a tong schedule arranged by
well. Breakfast was over with by seven o'clock, and the
hour found them rapidly nearing the place where they

were to stop, and, in the afternoon,
the diamond.
“Ah got
ing from the kitchen where he was washing up the break-
fast dishes. “Ah got a ob
trouble in mah buzzum. Yassuh.
pression tuh mah gloom, but Ah’m de mascot, and de ’spon-
a load.”
murmured Villum

meet a rival teat on

done fo’bodin’s,” said Mose gloomily, emerg-

monsus momentum

Ah hates tuh give sus

done

sibility is shore

“Py shinks,”
der same feeling gets me by der same blace.”

“Whoosh!” mourned Hop; “my ketchee
business. Heap bad pidgin. My no likee.”

“I’m on record with a little o’ the same,” chimed in
Baltimore Joe. “Johnny Hardluck is gettin’ ready to flag
us, culls. Take it from me. We ought to be one mere,
or one shy.. Thirteen is a Jonah number, and our tiekets
are marked up for souvenirs.”

“Oh, dry up!” cried Pennyworth, laughing. “You're a
bunch of calamity howlers, and that kind of palaver is no
kind of a send-off for the Athletes.” ‘4

“Oh, Penn, he winks at the blooming jinx, and gives it
laugh, ha-ha! And as for me, with him I agree, and tune
up and gay, ‘oh, bah?”

This from Billy Dill, who couldn’t resist the hain to
get into the discussion with some of his rhymes.

“Briday is my lucky day,” said John Glory, “and_ the
thirteenth of the month is like getting money from home,”

“Superstition ig a relic of savagery,” put in Horten;

Kess, “you bet my life

saine piecee

“it comes down from the days when our ancestors lived in.

caves and used stone hammers. Get back to your dish-
washing, Mose. I guess we're not going to suffer be-
cause there happen to be thirteen passengers aboard this
cat,”

“By golly, Marse Ho’ton,”

saw. Ah’s mascotin’
goodness Ah don’t know whuver Ah’s gwine tab beat out |
de bad luck er not.”

There was a general laugh at Mose as he Saihahi into”
his kitchen, to resume his dish washing and, bats ‘maseot-
ings 5 ‘ eee aR

“This nine we're to meet at Whines, boys,” Tideaitioine
Horton, “is composed of young fellows who work in the
Whipsaw Mine. If what I hear of them is true, ‘they're
a fine lot’ of youngsters, but you'll haye to be careful of

their feelings. No ‘prep’, school or college will ever be-

possible for ‘them, for most of them have had to get into

ier vk his fingers which was eaicubiced’t to drive et

» the grind as soon as they left high school.
. of the youngsters feel as though they had. been’ ‘cheated out f
3 of their r just dues, and, while they’ re making the most of

A good many

ie sae are cable to command a’ liberal education. ie want you
‘to be careful, my lads, and not give the Whipsaw
the slightest chance to imagine you. consider y

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kinky head direfully, “something is shore gwine to happen —
to dis passel ob ball players in dat’’ar town ob Whip-
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tion helps, us with our ideals, and it seems to me that all
the more credit should be given those whose inspiration
toward the really worth-while things of life must spring
from character alone and without the aid of books.”

Horton smiled at the sober looks which came to the
young faces surrounding him in the car.

“I’m not going to preach,” he went on, “because I don’t
think it’s necessary. All I want is to give you a tip and
ask you to be careful in every way so as not to offend
any of the Warriors. Of course, I know you wouldn’t
do anything of the sort intentionally, but watch your talk
and your actions, and don’t get careless. Fraternize with
the Warriors, and show them that you know how to be
good fellows. In this way Ee

Merry, who had been out on the front platform-of the
car, hurried into the drawing-room.

“Whipsaw’s in sight!” he announced,
crowd at the station.”

“Dey haf come to gif us some velcomings,” chirruped
Villum Kess. “Vat a habbiness to be met mit der town
by-der station. I vonder iss dere a band”

“Not so you can notice it, Villum,” returned Merry, with
a grin.
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“I don’t suppose there are more than fifty shacks \

“I can imagine what the ball game will be,” said Rodno, :

with a wry grimace. “We'll have to work hard to keep
from piling up a big score.”
“Maybe you’re due for a surprise, Rod,” spoke up Nod.
“I’ve seen some of these Jimcrow camps turn out a nine
that would make a fellow sit up and take notice.”
“So’ve I, Nod,” remarked Keenan. “Don’t judge a nine
by the sort of place it hails from.”
“That’s my notion, pard,” agreed Penn.

‘proposition as you'd most ever run across, but, for all
that, they got together a bunch of ball players that put it
over everything west of the Pecos.”

“Good advice,’ said Horton, nodding. “You fellows
mustn’t let down in your playing until you know what

‘you're up against.”

“And not then,” said Frank. “Whenever this bunch
goes out with the horgehide I want them to play ball all
the time.”

The passenger train, to which the private car was at-
tached, backed the trailer upon a siding and uncoupled.
For a time the passenger shielded the station and the crowd

_ from the sight of those in the car; but when the train had
- pulled out for the next station on the branch, a peculiar

situation was revealed.

There were no cheers for the incoming Athletes. The

faces of the roughly dressed men on’ the platform ex-
pressed anything but joy over we arrival of Merriwell's
squad.
Horton started to step down fk the forward plat-
form., Wild and angry yells went up from the throng
: Astounded, he
drew back into the car. 4
_ “What the deuce is the matter) here?” he muttered
blankly. “Is this Whipsaw? Or have we been side-
tracked in some,town where there’s a riot on?” »

ite, Whipsaw, all right,’ answered Merry, listening in

, e ~ astonishment to the angry shouts from outside.
on they forgot the band, ” observed Pennyworth.

eee

5 “The Tin Cup
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CHAPTER IV.

A LITTLE LIGHT ON THE SITUATION,

1

“Smash their little old car!
“Bust the winders!”
“Make ’em laugh on t’other side o’ their face!”

“It’s a darn. poor joke that won’t work both ways!”
“Better’n our crowd, hey? Not by a hull row o’ ’dobies!

We'll show ’em!”

“Lot o’ cads! Run the plutocrats out o’ town!”

These were some of the shouts that reached the ears
of the astonished Athletes, pitched high above the bedlam
of hoots and yells. It only added to the bewilderment
of Merriwell, Horton, and the rest.

A dish crashed in the kitchen. Immediately afterward,
Mose came rushing out, shaking all over and showing the
whites of his eyes.

“Fo’ de lan’ sake!” he wailed.
done had fo’bod’n’s? Now see whut’s come ob leabin’
Blyfield wif t'irteen in de bunch! Oh, by golly! We’s
all gwine tuh be massacreed !”

“Keep quiet, Mose!” ordered Horton. “This beats me,
and no mistake. Soinething has been happening in this
town to stir the people up against us.
what it could be.”

“We'll have to find out, Rufus,”
the crowd apprehensively through a window.

said Frank, watching
“Tf we don’t

want all the windows smashed, we'll have to make our.

peace with that crowd in a hurry. Some one will have to

- go out on the platform and talk.”

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“Send Villum Kess,” suggested Penn, in a spirit of mis-
chief. 5

“T don’d tell you!” exclaimed Villum.
hit me mit. der crowd, oof I know it.
shtaying iss goot, I bet you.”

“T’ll go out,” said Merry, starting for the door.

“T’ll do that part of it, Chip,” demurred Horton, his
face set and resolute.

Just as he laid his hand on ‘hs doorknob, a tall man
in soiled overalls, a dingy cap covered with candle grease,

I shtay vere der

and a shaggy mane of long white hair could be seen rush- 4

ing across the station platform.
“Wait a minute, Rufus,” suggested Frank. “Some one
else is butting into the game. Let’s see what comes of it.”
Horton paused and watched further developments from
a window. The white-haired man pushed and elbowed his

way through the howling mob and jumped through the

front ranks. There he halted, faced about with an air of

‘determination and sere and raised a hand in token of

silence.
Evidently he was Laon and respected, Slowly the

hooting and jeering died ae and silence settled down

over the rabble.

“Didn’t I tell you fellers to keep hands off?” cried the:
“Didn’t I allow to handle this bunch
of top-lofty jokers? ada: do you take me for, any- :

white- haired man.
way! a”

\ “Hands off, boys, and leave it to him!”

“Dad’ll take keer of that swell-headed push!”
Horton turned from the window suddenly and a

Merry.

“Say, Chip,” he abtiered: “Spingarn is the man with ‘
whom we had our correspondence. . He’s the mene: ie

take it, of the Whipsaw Warriors,”

“Didn’t Ah tole yu Ah 7

But I can’t imagine —

“Dose rocks don’d —

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of you,” Frank added, “will stay in here while we nail
this thing and find out what is up.’

“Better shootin’ iron along, Chip,’ drawled
Rodno. “First thing you know, they'll be chasing: you and
Rufus to the top of the car.”

“L guess it won’t be so bad as that, Rod.”

Horton and Merriwell stepped out on the front plat-
form. Frank descended and sat calmly on the steps while
a the Yale man leaned against the brake wheel and waited
ae for Spingarn to give him some attention.

Having succeeded in quieting the townspeople, Spin-
garn whirled and faced the two on the front platform of

“(tos the Cleansport. :

7 “Where's this Rufus Horton?” shouted Spingarn.
i “Here,” answered Horton.
|e “And where’s that two-by-twice, all-around false alarm
what’s knowed as Chip Merriwell?” *
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to be it, with all the

a : “Y’are, hey? Well, you’re- goin’

; ee, trimmings, you and your hull crowd, before we're done
-. swith you.”

4 put in Horton sternly, “and doesn’t get

- “Talk's cheap,”
sus anywhere. If your name is Spingarn, I’d like to ask
you what the meaning of this demonstration is? We come
here as the guests of the Warriors, with a posted guar-
antee covering: ouf expenses, and we expect to play ball
and be treated: like aay Is this your opinion. of
what is due us?” 2 ch) a

“I got an opinion of you,” snapped Spingarn, “and it
wouldn't sound well if I was to give it. First off, Hor-
ton, we'll settle one thing right now ; There ain’t goin’
to be any ballgame.”

“No ball game? What do you ecaney We put ourselves
to a good deal of inconvenience just’ to come to Whip-
saw for a game; and it was because you requested it and
sent us. a statement from your local bank announcing
that a hundred dollars had been deposited as a guarantee
for our expenses. Why this. sudden change?”

“You and Merriwell and this crowd of dudes. have come
here to swell around and make a joke of the Warriors,”
Sti storated Daddy Spingarn, “We got it straight. D’you
call that decent or fair? It ain’t a game you want with

us, by jing, but just to treat us as a joke! We've got
-pride, we have, and we know how to stand on our. rights.
That’s- the reason this game is canceled. No. bunch of

 

sport of the. best, lads in the town. Get that?”

_ Merriwell,. ‘in his amazement,

  

_. Inthe car experienced similar feelings.

than did the hot words ‘of old Daddy, Spingarn. age

Horton and Merry, for the moment, could. only stare
at ‘the white- haired, indignant man in stupefied silence.

   

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“Yes,” said Krank... “Now we'll begin to get a little A chorus of approving yells went up from the crowd
light on. this situation. 'Let’s go out, Rufus. The rest behind the fiery old man. When the yells had died out, °

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and you're not treating us fairly now.

stop you, so I allowed we'd let. you come.’

‘ dudes and plutocrats can blow into Whipsaw and. make 5

nearly dropped | ‘off the

‘car steps. Horton was staggered. All the other Athletes —
Lightning from —
a clear sky could not haye astonished any of them more ’

They used to be in Trawlee, a. Fou not far from_ ‘Bly-

two days. ‘in order to avoid arrest.

‘Horton smiled ominously, “those two have dropped in on
; you, have they? “And, in order to vent their ‘Spite on me,

. ce got a thing to say, have ye?” went on Spin- n
re vand on Merriwell and Merriwell’s Athletes, they've s ea

“You are caught with the goods,
. i? vay of speakin’, and it don’ t leave 0H) no. £9nm: of
ia you are ‘shielding those two phen
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Horton began to express his sentiments.

“Spingarn,” said he earnestly, “there’s been some false.
information spread around this town of Whipsaw. The
way you and your people are treating us is the biggest
surprise we ever experienced. We're sportsmen and gen-
tlemen, and not at all what you seem to think we are.
One of our best Athletes was a tramp—a good fellow, but
a hobo. Another is a Chinaman. Several more earn
their living just as your Warriors do, by the sweat of their
brows. We're all square, and it is our boast that we’re
clean and honest. How could we possibly make a joke of
your -nine? Be reasonable, can’t you? Only by being
reasonable, Spingarn, can you be just. If you didn’t want
a game, why didn’t you telegraph me? This is a poor
You haven't treated us fairly,

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“We only found out yesterday what your game was,”
said Spingarn, in no wise placated. “It was too late to

“You've rounded up a lot of misinformation about us, aie,
somehow,” went ‘on a tOrtea, puzzled. “Who told you
about us?” nay

“A friend of mine, who comés from a ‘place close to
where you live, and knows all about you and Merriwell’s
Athletes.” \ oe Vie

“I have a right to know that ftiend’s “haine.” insisted
Horton. _ oer ont

“T won’t make no bones about tellin’ it. You needn't —
think you can push me into a corner, Horton, and face me
down. I’m’ talkin’ facts, sabe? Lucius Lattimer is the —
chap that put me next to you. And with Lattimer,” added 3
Spingarn, “was a lad named Chet Brezee, a cousin of Bat Ke
Hoover’s, one of our Warriors. He allowed the. same | ©
thing that Lattimer did.”

Light was beginning to dawn. on Horton and Merriwell,
and on the Athletes inside the car. Everything was plain, —
now, and it seemed only a matter of a few minutes until ts
all could be explained to the satisfaction of Spingarn, the.
Warriors, and all the citizens of Whipsaw. ; 2

“Where is ‘Lattimer ? er demanded Horton. ‘And whe ;
is Brezee?” se Rte

“Why d’you want to know?” asked Saas lp

“Officers _ of the law would like to lay hands on that
pair,” continued Horton grimly. ' “They’re ‘warited — for
playing crooked athletics, and for doing lawléss things
which will land both of them behind the bars. Lattimer
is a gambler, an unprincipled crook, Brezee is no better.

     
        
   
       
     
      
         
      
       
         
        
        
       
         

 
 

  
 

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pull the wool over my eyes. I knowed Lattimer years ago,
and when I knowed him he was straight. I don’t go
back on a friend, and I don’t believe what you say about
Lattimer sizing you up wrong. I’ve got a counter prop-
osition to make to you, and if you fall in with it we'll
show you whether the Warriors amount to anything or
not. Have you got the nerve to take up with this here
proposition? Hang the hundred dollars—that’s yourn,
anyhow; but what about doin’ somethin’ else besides ‘ball
playin’? You say you’re square, now prove it.”

“What’s the proposition?” inquired Horton.

“T’ll come aboard, where we can talk. There’s a gun at
my hip, so if you fellers try any shenanigan on me there'll
be fireworks.”

“Come aboard, Spingarn,’ answered Horton, controlling
himself with an effort, “and you'll find that we know how

to treat a guest—even if you and this Whipsaw outfit do

not.”

Frank got up and climbed to the platform. Spingarn,
muttering fiercely under his breath, hurried to the steps
and swung himself aboard the Cleansport.

CHAPTER V.

TAKING A CHANCE.

:

‘The boys in the car, having heard all that had taken
place between Horton and Merriwell and-Spingarn, were
naturally indignant; and, also quite naturally, they showed
it. Spingarn, as he passed through the coach at the heels
of Frank and the Yale man, could hardly fail to notice
the hostile looks.

“Caught you with the goods, didn’t 1?” sneered the testy
old foreman. “You can’t come crow-hoppin’ on this res-
ervation with your stuck-up foolishness.”

“Oh, walk away, walk away!” grunted Joe insolently.

“T’ll do as I blame’ please,” retorted Spingarn hotly.
“['m not so big a fool as I look.”

“You couldn’t be,” said Penn.

“Here, fellows,” called back Merry, “cut that. Come
on, Mr. ‘Spingarn. x
' “Tt's nd more’n I expected from sie a crowd,” snorted

Spingarn.
_ This bit of give and take had.not helped matters any,
and when Horton, Merriwell, and the old foreman had

finally taken seats in the stateroom, Spingarn’s temper

was whetted to a cutting edge.

“I didn’t come into your car to be insulted by a lot of
‘whippersnappers, ” he growled.

“I’m sorry anything was said,” answered Horton. “If
you hadn’t begun it, nothing would have been said. You're
treating my boys unjustly, and, of course, they resent it.”

“I got my own notions about that, and I'll stick to ’em.
Reckon I’m weak-minded for comin’ “here at all, but if

I hadn’t showed up this here car would have had rough

treatment from the townfolks, and all them young swell-
heads would have come in for a share of it. I allowed
I couldn’t stand for that, and so I trailed toward the depot.
Money makes a heap of difference with some people in

this country,” sneered Spingarn, “but them with wealth
_ and high position has got to understand they can’t walk

”

over the deservin’ poor. Now——

. “Kindly confine yourself to the matter at issue,” broke’

in Horton. “You got us here to play a game of ball;
some one happened into’ Whipsaw and lied about us, and
ae ve seen fit to, cancel the gens As I understand it,

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What is that proposal,

you have another proposal to make.
Mr. Spingarn?”

“Don’t you crowd me, that’s all! Don’t you crowd me!”

Horton was near to being out of patience with Daddy
Spingarn. Heaving a long sigh of resignation, he set-
tled back in his seat.

“You're making a big mistake, Mr. Spingarn,” spoke up
Frank earnestly. “We’re here to do what's right, and no
more and no less, You might meet us halfway.” ~

“T’m doin’ a heap more now than I'll ever get thanked
for,” growled Spingarn. “As I said, though, there won’t
be any ball game; but there’s somethin’ else we can do,
if you’re'willin’, and have got the nerve.”

“We're waiting to hear about that,” said Horton.

“You claim to have a bunch of crack amateur athletes,
all-around men, who can do other stunts besides ball play-
in’.. Have I got that right?”

“Any branch of athletics appeals to us,’ went on Hor-
ton. “Clean sport of any kind is what we are after.”

“Then I’ve got somethin’ for you to consider. You've
got such a poor idee of our Whipsaw boys that I want to
day”

“Don’t hatp on that, Spingarn,” cut in the Yale man
sharply, “for it isn’t the truth. The only idea we have
of your Whipsaw boys is that they’re out for a contest
with us. Further than that we know nothing about them.”

“Well, we won’t argue—my mind’s made up about that.
Before any lad could join the Warriors he had to go over
a trail with three mighty difficult hazards. Some try and
don’t make out, but them as makes out are enlisted in our
team. The Comanches, who used to hang out in these
parts, set the pattern for us, and we just had the nerve
and the determination to keep up the old Injun custom.”

“What sort of a trail?” queried Frank.

“Climbin’ a hundred-foot cliff is how the trail starts.
That’s one obstacle. The other is a bed of quicksand that
has to be swung and jumped over.

obstacle. The third is crossin’ a bottomless pit on a nar-

tow tree trunk. Now, what I got to propose is this: Will

Merriwell’s Athletes follow the Whipsaw Warriors over
this trail?”

“Certainly not!” said Horton promptly. “By your own
showing, Spingarn, your fellows have covered the ‘trail
and are familiar with it. Is it fair to ask our boys to go
through such dangers?”

“T reckoned you hadn’t the nerve,” sneered the old man.

“Just a minute, Rufus,” put in Frank. “Our Athletes
can go anywhere these Whipsaw Warriors can go, I’ve
got confidence enough in them to be sure of that. Let
them show us what they can do, and give us a chance to

match up with them”

' “No,” said Horton. “It’s probably dangerous. business,
Chip, and we came here to play ball. Ifthe Warriors are
afraid to play ball with us, they have no right to shift
the event into a foolish performance such as this seems
to be.”

“Pick out ten Of your men to follow ten of mine!” cried
Spingarn. “If you can’t pick out ten, pick out five, Any
old atrangement suits me.

the town folks will cut. up rough with you. Show that

you've got some sand, though, and you'll have the respect _

of the Warriors, and the town will leave you alone. That’s
the last word.

That’s the second.

_ Refuse, and T’ll brand you all
as a pack of cowards and fakes; and, on top of that, maybe

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tryin’ to do the white thing, as you can see, when I ain’t
called on even to turn over my hand. One-thirty—don’t
forget the time.”

With that, Daddy Spingarn got up, shook back his’shoul-
ders, and walked out into the car. Frank watched from
the stateroom door to see that he got past the boys with-
out any disturbance, and then turned back to Horton.

The Yale man wore a queer, half-quizzical, half-angry
look.

“Well, Chip,” said he, with a rueful laugh, “that is
what | call about the limit. That old anarchist has some
funny bees in his bonnet. If the matter wasn’t so serious,
the joke would be on him for thinking our boys a lot
of stuck-up prigs. Imagine Villum Kess a plutocrat and
a dude! Or Hop Wah, or Keenan, or any of the others!
And the deviltry was all kicked up hete by that scoundrel
Lattimer.”

The crowd of roughly dressed men on the station plat-
form had grown less warlike but their numbers had not
diminished. Some of the men were sitting down on the
edge of the planks, some were perched on empty baggage
trucks, and some were leaning against the wall of the
boxlike little station. A few~ were smoking, but the
large majority were chewing, and all were covertly watch-
ing the private car.

“This is a nice sort of a town, I must say,” commented
Frank. “The inhabitatnts must think a lot of the War-
riors, to get so savage at us:just because they thought
we were coming to Whipsaw in a spirit of tomfoolery.”

“It’s a senseless piece of business from’ start to finish,”
grunted Horton. “Old Spingarn is lacking in his upper
story or he wouldn’t have kicked up such. a row about
nothing at all. If there was any train through on the
branch before morning, I’d have our car coupled on and
we'd get out of here.”

“But there’s no train, Rufus,’

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returned Frank; “and,

while the misunderstanding is foolish and all that, yet

the townspeople are taking it seriously. We've got to fall
in with Spingarn’s plans, or this nice little car of ours
may, be badly treated.” \

“It’s preposterous to think of enttg ¢ in with that old Hits
head’s plans!”

“Oh, not so preposterous. Vl bet the Athletes can
follow wherever the Warriors are able to lead.”

“You are really in earnest about accepting that queer
proposition ?”

“Sure. Take a look at that mob outside.
there for us to do, Rufus?” - ;

Horton sat drumming with his fingers on the table be-
tween the seats. His eyes moodily sought the group on.
the platform.

“It seems so confounded detene, you know,” he finally
observed. “And then there's the danget o

“Let’s think of the danger. to the car,” said Frank. “I ,
can’t believe that there is any danger for the rest of us.”

“Your judgment is always pretty good, Chip, and I.
find that I’m relying on it more and more.’ If you really”

What else is »

‘think you can pick out five of our fellows who can go.
‘over that old warriors’ trail, and do it safely, I’ guess I’d

be willing*to take a chance.”

_ “T believe all the fellows could do it,” declared Marty j
confidently, “and I don’t know the first thing about that
blessed old teaser of a trail.

I’ve got an idea that there~

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isn’t any other bunch of amateurs in the West that can
beat our crowd at anything.”

“No, just take the five. Talk with the boys, tell them
the’ situation, and ask for volunteers. From those who
are willing to run the risk you can make your selections.”

Frank got up and he and Horton went out into the
drawing-room. Tersely he placed before the Athletes
the proposal that had been made by Spingarn. Then he
called for volunteers—and everybody volunteered.

“You takee me,” clamored Hop Wah, his piping voice
shrilling high over the others. “My havee tough luck,
Chi-Melly. You givee China boy one piecee chance, hey?”

Hop Wah had lost a hurdle race for the team, and had
had an “off” day in a recent ball game, when his pitching
was fierce. He was hungry for a chance to redeem himself.

“By Chiminy Grismus, Chip,” shouted Villum, “oof you
take Hop, den you vill take me, too. Yah, dot iss only
Sar:

“T’ve got to pick five,” said Frank, laughing. “I'll be
one, Clancy will be another, Pennyworth will do for a
third, Rodno will be the fourth, and I guess we'll have to
drop Hop Wah in for the fifth. The rest of you,” he
added jokingly, as those who had not been chosen began
to draw long faces, “can come’along and see the fun.”

From that time until noon the Athletes kept to their
car, discussing the forthcoming trials, and wondering at
the freak of fancy that had caused Spingarn to stggest
them. After dinner the whole team got into the baseball
uniforms, and, promptly at one-thirty, emerged from the
car empty-handed and began dropping off the. front plat-
form.

The rough crowd around the station began to take a
little notice of proceedings. Some of the men nudged each
other with their elbows, and grins of amusement crossed
the faces of several.

“We've got ’em coming our way, Rufus,’ Frank whis-
pered to the Yale man. “That’s the first time I’ve seen
anything like a grin among that crowd since our car was
set out on the siding.”

“They're thinking what may happen to you boys when

you get started over that Comanche\ trail,’ returned
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CHAPTER VI.
SCALING THE WALL.
Mose was to remain behind and watch the car. As soon

as the last Athlete had cleared the platform the darky
locked the car door. He was shaking from head to foot

| like a man with a chill, and there was no doubt but that

his “fo’bodin’s” were striking hard and deep.

As Merry and Horton led the straggling line of boys in
trim gray uniforms across the tracks, Spingarn appeared -
around the end of the station leading a little girl of six
or seven by the hand.

“Made up your minds you'd try to foller the Warten
“Well, I was jest
lingerin’ around to see how you was goin’ to decide. I'll
take you over to the place where you're to start. Nita,”
and his voice softened as he bent over the child at his
side, ‘
mine.’

“For why can’t I go along, gran’dad?” pouted a girl.

“The goin’s too’rough for a tot o” your size, little un.
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pase, here, take you down in the workin’s. What d’you
; say?
Nita clapped her hands.

“Goody! I’d rather a heap go into the workin’s than

to see the climbin’ over the rocks, and some un gettin’
hurt, maybe.” Her wide, blue eyes were on Frank. “Say,

grandad, is that the boy you calléd Chip,” she asked, “the

one you said was helpin’ to play it low down on our
Warriors?”

iy “He’s the one,” growled Spingarn.

“Why,

exclaimed Nita,
sunny smile,

he don’t look like he’d be mean to anybody!”
deeply impressed with Frank and his
“You're right about that, Nita,’ laughed Frank, taking
Beet, the child by the hand. “Your gran’dad has a poor idea
of us, but I guess it will change. See what you can do to
talk him over.”

Wp The girl looked doubtfully from her grandfather’s scowl-
ing face into the wholesome, cheery eyes of the youth.
Spingarn pulled her away from Frank.

 

me “Here, Jorkins,” called the foreman, to a man who stood
: near. “You take Nita into the fifty-foot drift on the new
» - * -wotkin’s, and mind you watch her. I’m dependin’ on you,
dye now.”

“Sure, dad,” answered Jorkins. “Come on, kiddie,” he
added to Nita, taking her by the hand. “You and me is
pards, eh? You ‘can bet I'll look after you.”
ps Having got rid. of his charge, Spingarn turned once
» more to Horton. and Merriwell, who, by that time, were
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“Your outfit,” he sneered, “look like. a lot of fashion
plates. The Warriors are in uniform, too, but their togs
are frayed and worn around the edges. The hundred we
put up as a guarantee for you was needed for new equip-
ment, but I reckon the boys’ll have to get along with their
old duds for the rest of this season.”

“Tf you'd played the game this afternoon,” suggested
‘Horton, “you might have had something for new equip-
ment.”

- “T druther see you pestered with that old Injun try-out
than to have all the baseb: ill equipment that was ever made.
How many is goin’ to at the hazards? The whole bunch?”

“They all want to,” said Frank, “but I’ve selected five
for the work.”

; -“Humph!- I reckoned some of you would lose” your
nerve. Trail along: after me}; it ain't far to where. we

begin.”

gate; one of the bystanders lurched awkwardly against
Frank and he felt something pushed into his hand. It
_ was a scrap of paper. Covertly Frank unfolded: the scrap
ey and found it to contain pene following message: :

  

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That was all. It was just a few friendly words of ad-
vice and warning Frank’s heart out to the
sportsmanlike lad who had taken the trouble to have that

and went
note smuggled into his hand.

“You're all to the mustard, Lorry!” said Frank to him-
self. “I'll bet there’d be more like you among these War-
riors if Spingarn had let them have their way.”

He did not show the note to Horton, nor to any
else. As he walked along he tore the paper into fine
pieces and scattered the pieces in the street.

The warning gave him unpleasant food for reflection.
He had thought, of course, that this rough old Comanche
trial of nerve and strength and skill was dangerous, but
he had not believed it so extra hazardous as Spingarn had
tried to make out.
with more concern over the otitcome.
termed Spingarn’s proposition a “murdering
Surely the crabbed old man could have no black designs
against the Athletes, with so trivial a motive as swayed
him ‘for an excuse!

From somewhere the clatter of a stamp mill was borne
to the ears of the youngsters; now it roared thunderously,
and now died to a murmur as puffs of wind caught up the
sound and flung it townward. Frank, as the procession
turned away from the camp’s ragged main street, saw a
plume of smoke to the westward. In that direction, un-

one

Lorry had bluntly
scheme.”

doubtedly, was the mill, and the course over which Spin--

garn was leading them trended toward it.

Perhaps half a mile was covered, part of the distance
along a steep hillside that lay almost sheer-to on that side
of the camp. A group of a dozen lads came into view,
and this group was watching curiously the approach of
the trim-looking Athletes.

“There are our boys,” called Spingarn, turning to toss
the words at those behind him. “No frills about them,
I can tell you. Compared with this crowd, they look as
though they’d been shook out of a ragbag, but every

mothet’s son of ’em is true metal, tried and tested. Be-—

fore long you wort be thinkin’ how you can crack jokes
at their expense.” '

The’ Warriors were a hardy-appearing lot of iii
but their blue uniforms were faded and badly. worn, and
here and there could pe seen a hole that had not’ been
patched. ; “iit

In ‘every pair of eyes but one flashed ‘Sean and — open
hostility. There were no introductions by Spingarn, ‘and |
not so much as a word was spoken by the dozen War-
riors. It was a tense, embarrassing moment, and a very.

_small spark might have caused an explosion,

“Merriwell’s crowd, boys,” said Spingarn to his team,

“has managed to find five that are willin’ to foller five —
of you up the cliff - and over the test trail
five, Lorry.” e “}

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One of the Rnededtctcing chaps among the Warriors
stepped briskly. out.

“Hoover, Spellman, Hicks, and Derry,” ee. eal? These i

four advanced a pace. “Take to the rocks, fellows,” ae:

At that: particular point the s steep hillside hail become
straight ‘up-and-down wall. From base to. cTest it

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shivered instinctively, and shook his head.

“It doesn’t seem possible,” he muttered,
being could scale that wall.”

But the four Warriors were already mounting the. cliff
easily. and confidently. Two in the lead struggled up-
ward side by side, reaching for projecting stones, where
they were available, and for crevices with fingers and toes
where supports of another sort did not serve.

Behind the two leaders came the remaining two, but in
single file, the last of the four reaching for the same hand
holes and foot holes as those made use of by the lad

“that any human

~ above him.

A crowd of townspeople had flocked to the foot of the
cliff, and at a little distance they stood watching. Spin-
garn fastened his éyes on Merriwell and Horton with a
leering smile.

“You've still got time to back out, you Athletes,” said
he jeeringly.

Frank laughed lightly.

“What,” he returned, “back out of a little follow-my-
leader game like this? That’s not our style, Spingarn.”

An odd expression twisted at the rugged lines of Spin-
garn’s face. Was it apprehension, or disappointment? Cer-
tainly it was anything but exultation and triumph.

“Why ain’t you taggin’ along, Lorry?” inquired Spin-
garn, turning to the captain of the Warriors.

“I’m just starting,” replied Lorry, and flashed a quick,
significant glance at Merriwell.

“T’ll go first, fellows,” said Frank. “Hop, you’ come
next, then Rod, then Penn, then Clancy.” He stepped close
to the four, who were grouped together, close at hand.
“Watch me,” he whispered, “and do just as I do. Mind
that! Take it easy, fellows, and everything will be all
right.”

Horton moved toward Merry, seemingly about to in-
terfere. Frank waved him back, with a quiet, reassuring
smile.

Lorry had already approached the foot of the cliff.
Frank noted the exact spot. Lorry began 4o climb slowly
Frank, when the other. captain
had mounted a dozen feet or more, began carefully cover-
ing his route.

_Lorry was as good as his word, and indicated unerr-

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ingly the best handholds and footholds as he slowly and -

steadily went up the wall. But the work was not’ easy,
even With such a guide. Here and there were places where
the rock was spongy and crumbled. Such places called
for the greatest caution.

Hop, Rod, Penn, and Clan were sticking closely to
Wherever he placed foot or hand,
they did likewise. Presently the face of the cliff was
lined with a row of struggling: forms, rising toward the
heights.

There was a yell from below.
a projecting stone, paused and looked down. . a

“1 make der climb anyvays, Chip!” came the voice of
Villum.Kess. “Vat I care for a leetle olt stone, pile like
dis, hey? I eat him oop, by shinks; und—— m6

Then Villum gave vent to another yell, this time in a dif-
- ferent.tone.
of the wall.
-/not in the test rushed to pick him up. Merry saw the
- Dutch boy limp painfully as he walked away from the
“ cliff.’

He had slipped and tumbled back to the base
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“Dutchy boy no can do!” chuckled Hop Wah. “By
jee Klismus, Hop can do. You watchee China boy, Chi-
Melly !”

CHAPTER VII.
ON THE LEDGE.

There was always the most intense rivalry between Hop
Wah and Villum Kess. Whenever one of them failed at
anything, the other was quite apt to glory in his defeat.
So, while Hop clung to the wall and gloried, Merry hoped
Villum had not suffered any serious injury, and went on
with his climbing.

About midway of the cliff’s height there was a narrow
shelf. Here each of the climbers halted and breathed him-
self for a minute or two before beginning the last half of
his task.

Lorry was perched on the shelf when Merry reached it,
and put out a helping hand,

“You're Chip Merriwell, of course?” said Lorry.

Frank nodded. “And your name’s Lorry?” he returned.

“Yes, Phil Lorry. Did you get that bit of paper talk
I sent you?”

Lorry’s votce dropped to a whisper. For the moment
he and Merry were alone together, but they could not
remain long on the same ledge without arousing the sus-
picions of Spingarn and the rest of the Warriors.

“T got it, all right,” said Frank, “and it was mighty white
of you to tip me off. I hope you haven't got such a poor
opinion of me and the Athletes as Spingarn has?”

“Spin is a good old chap, Merriwell, but he’s daffy on
a few subjects. He got headed wrong by Lattimer, and so

he started this fool business instead of the ball game.
Don’t blame the rank and file of the Warriors too much.

Spin is back of the organization, and the boys have to.
toe the chalk line when he draws it. That’s all I want to
say,’ and Lorry rose hastily to his feet. “I just waited
here to get the chance for a few words with you.”

‘Hop Wah was close to the shelf, and Lorry was pre-
paring himself to go on.

“Spingarn is cracked on this ball team of ours,” began
Lorry, reaching his hands toward the rocks. “Next to his
little granddaughter, Nita, the nine is the biggest. thing in.
his life. If——”

Now, in order to understand what happened at that
particular moment, the reader should know that the shelf
was a very small projection from the face of the cliff. It
was narrow, and just about long enough to accommodate
two persons comfortably when seated Side by side. Lorry
was leaving to make room for Hop. The captain of the
Warriors had one foot on the ledge, and the Chinaman’s
shoulders were just appearing from beneath. |

Just then, from overhead, there came a sliding of loose
pebbles and débris, a sound of scrambling, and a wild,
startled cry.

“Hoover’s slipped!”, announced a frenzied voice from
somewhere above. “Look out below!”

Frank, with a weird tingling of the nerves, saw a dark
form sliding toward the shelf, reaching out fruitlessly
with its hands as it came. The next moment, Lorry was

struck and crushed downward upon the ledge, and Frank
himself was almost hurled from it and out into space.

‘The horrified spectators below. were staring upward with
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his head and shoulders above level of the and
acting as a block the fornis of the two
Merry, balanced perilously on the shelf’s edge,
mt toward making the position of the two Wermore more
if secure.
“Steady !’ murmured Lorry, keeping his head admirably.
af “Don’t make such a to-do, Hoover. Quiet down, can't
ss you, and stop your struggling? You're all right.”

By degrees Hoover became more calm, and Lorry grad-
ually arose to his knees and then to his feet. Frank, look-
ing down, saw the afixious, upturned faces of Rod, Penn,
and Clan. They were hanging to the cliff and waiting
for the ledge to be cleared so they could get past.

“Any one hurt up there, Chip?” called the red-headed
chap.

“We had a close call,” Frank answered, “but things are
straightening out now in pretty good shape. We'll vacate,
and give you fellows a chance here in a minute.”

“Hustle up, Hoover!” urged Lorry. “We've got to clear
the way.”

entirely to the efforts of Hop Wah and Merriwell.
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The Bat had risen to his knees. He was trembling all
over, his peaked face had gone white, and his squinting
eyes mirrored a horror that was almost pitiful.

“TI can’t go on, Phil!” faltered Hoover.

“You can’t? Why? You're not hurt, are you?”

“T—T’ve lost my nerve. Th-that’s how I c-came to fall,
in the first place. I feel dizzy, and sick, and—and I can’t
do anything—I’m afraid to do anything.”

“Here’s a fine row of stumps,” muttered Lorry, looking
at Frank. “Hoover’s nerves have buckled under the strain.
He can’t go on, he can’t go back, and we can’t leave him
here. It’s a deuce of a lay-out.”

“Usee lope,” chattered the Chinaman.

_alound Melican boy’s waist, then Lolly takee one end, Chi-
Melly takee othel end. Plenty fine pidgin, eh?”

“Tt’s good business, all right,’ said Frank; “but where
are wé going to get the rope: ?”

“My gettee.”

| Then, while the amazed Frank watched, Hop took firmer

grip on the rocks with his left hand and freed his right.

coils of a light silk rope encircling his waist. He grinned
cheerfully as he slowly unwound the Fope and passed an
end up to Frank. eh

- queried | ‘Prank.
“My savvy mebbyso my havee one pieces bad luck,” top
answered, “so my blingee lope. Lope him silk,
_stlong. My gettee tough place, lope helpee.” “hee
_. “The Chinaman’s a bright boy,” said Lorry. “We'll tie
the rope around Hoover’s waist, then I’ll hitch myself to
one end, Merriwell, while you make fast to the other. I'll
climb, and Hoover will go up the cliff between us. That ’
ought to give him confidence, and confidence, as I reckon
you know, is all he needs,” — hi
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Pulling up the bottom of his gray blouse, he revealed the

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over \the cliffs top with a breathless. chuckle of satisfac-

“hard, were all on the clifftop.

/Don’t be afraid.”

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be hurled lifeless to the base of the clif all there is to it.”
That this dread result did not come to pass was due Lorry began to climb, after the rope had been fastened

to Hoover and to himself and to Merry. The rope, light
as gossamer but strong as a wire cable, was some thirty
feet long. Hoover was enmeshed at the middle of the
rope’s length, and Lorry was climbing with one end secured
to his belt.

When the captain of the Warriors had reached the end
of his fifteen-foot leash, pressure was exerted on Hoover.
The fellow was in a pitiable condition, and he crouched
and whimpered under the spell of that strange fear which
will-come to men sometimes when scaling treacherous
heights.

“Go on up, Hoover,” urged Frank.
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With fear and trembling the Bat began the ascent. The
rope gave him courage, and courage relieved the strain #
on his nerves.

Slowly but surely the three lads worked their way to-
watd the crest of the cliff. The last part of the climb
was the ugliest and most dangerous. The top of the cliff
bulged outward near the top, so that there were a few
ticklish moments when the climbers literally hung over a
hundred feet of space, and with only hand grips on the
slippery rocks to keep them from falling to destruction.

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Had Hoover let go at that point, he would surely have
carried both Merry and Lorry with him to the bottom of
the cliff. But he clung hard to the wall, and presently api
Lorty negotiated the brink, helped by his teammates above. ‘
Hoover was snaked roughly over, and Frank was not
slow to follow,

“You're a nice juniper, I don’t think!” said Hicks, scowl-
ing into the face of the Bat. :

Spellman and Derry were also ready with their taunts.

“Can that, you fellows!” ‘called Lorry. “Anybody is 4°
liable to get an attack of nerves on a stretch of wal Hike eq"
that.” 4

“But Hoover’s been braggin’ how he’d go up the wall af

like a cat,” said Spellman. “You'd have thought he was
a human aéroplane, to hear him talk. He just let go and
began to slide when there wasn’t no real excuse for it.
I seen him, by thunder! The Bat was climbin’ as steady
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were making a better showing than the five Warriors. | .

Hop showed himself at the edge of the cliff, and Frank _
leaped forward to grab him and give him a MTS x i

“Can do so easy!” gloated the Chinaman, as he scrambled o
to firm ground. “Chi- -Melly, you thinkee Walliols gottee AOR
something leal tough? Wall him easy money, you bettee,
My likee tly harder job.” iz

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\ Lorry laughed good-naturedly.. “There are a couple of
} mighty pretty hazards left, old man,” said he.
“Better get a basket, then, and carry Hoover the rest of
the way,” sugges sted Rod.
“If you don't,” finished Clancy, “he’s liable to fall on
somebody and knock ’em into Montezuma’s Well.”

} On the whole, this joshing was taken in good part by
y the Warriors. It might have led to something unpleasant,
& had it continued, but, at this juncture, a diversion was
+ caused by John Glory.

= He came running across the level ground toward Merry
t and his teammates. Evidently he had gained the top of
A the wall by an easy course. There was some excuse for
‘ Glory’s haste, as was quickly evident when he released his
» information.

# “There’s' a row on down below, Chip,” cried Glory.
% - “Horton thinks you’d better come and help him straighten
4 ' jt out.”

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| GROWING DIFFICULTIES,

t Merry had secretly feared that a row of some kind
; y would get started. The Athletes he had left below were
oh all high-spirited chaps, and they angrily resented the can-
(i gi: celing of the ball game, the unworthy suspicions leveled
|» at them by Daddy Spingarn, and the! rough, useless work
a: of the “peril trail.” ;

ei “What happened, Glory?” queried Frank.
“The good showing our fellows made on the wall seemed
to get under the hide of some of the Warriors,” answered
Glory. “A big duffer insulted Coddington, and Cod
knocked him down. That started the riot. Horton and
Spingarn interfered, There was a lulyin the general row,
and it looked as though:Rufus and the old man would
take their corners for a round. Just then came the slip of
rt, Hoover, and when you were seen to be helping Lorry get
ae GS Hoover out of his trouble, it séemed to make a more
j friendly feeling. But it didn’t last, lorig, Some roughs
from the town began to throw it into us, and Horton him-
self slammed one of them head-on into the cliff. Say,
Chip,” and Glory chuckled,
Yale man can’t use his fists.
the easy path to the top of the
So I hiked for here.” .
“Hang the luck!” cried Phil Lorry. “It never tains
trouble, but it pours. Say, me Pi go down with you.
Maybe I can help, too.”

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foot of the cliff.. He wore a worried look,
; straight toward Chip. ;
: at sent Glory after you, Chip,”
“you couldn’t do any good down there.

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chance there will be for trouble.
“fellows back to the car, and told them to. stay. there.

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cliff and bring you down,

by what Frank and Hop had done in helping Lorry take

‘been discredited, and,

into sight along the easy trail that led upward from the
and came

said he, “but T ‘guess

ting along with this Whipsaw crowd. They’ve got it in.
for uss and the longer we stay hefe, just’ so much more
I’ve sent the rest of our:
Cut
~ this business as short as you can, Chip, and then. you fel-..

agitated sand, then break and disappear, releasing a bit of
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so,” returned Frank, beginning himself to feel a little of

the indignation shown by Horton.
“Wait till you run out this trail with the five Warriors,”
went on the Yale

they did on the

man. “You made a better showing than

wall, and I believe you can keep it up.

Come sto the car as soon as you are through. I'll have to

go backgthere and see that the Whipsaw mob doesn’t de-

stroy our property. If necessary, ['l] telegraph for a
special engine to pull the Cleansport out of this lawless
camp.”

Horton, flushed and angry, turned to retrace his way

from the clifftop. Frank, looking from his elevated po-
sition, could see a straggling crowd of townspeople mov-
ing off toward the railroad track and the station. Very
likely the men were bent on mischief, and the presence of
Horton at the car was vitally necessary.

“Pm mighty sorry for this, Merriwell,” said Phil Lorry,
stepping to Frank’s side. “It’s just a case of Spingarn’s
beginning wrong. He took the bit in his teeth and went
off the jump, and now nearly every one is getting excited
and unreasonable and doing things he'll be sorry for when
his temper cools.”

“Tits all so darned
Frank.

He turned away from the cliff’s brink. Still to the west-
ward arose the smoke of the Whipsaw Mine stamp mill,
and the pounding of the stamps boomed and murmured on
the fitful gusts of wind.

foolish and useless!” exclaimed

“Everything had been planned for a big day here,” con-
tinued Lorry, with a touch of bitterness in his voice. “The

game with your Athletes had been well advertised, and the
mine was to shut down so all the workers could see the ye
contest. Then the word went out that there was to be
no game, and‘ most of those who were coming stayed |
away, and instead of shutting down this afternoon, the
mine is running full blast. We might have been having a
nice little set-to on the diamond, Merriwell, if it hadn't —
been for Lattimer and Brezee.” 3
“What’s happened, Lorry, can’t be helped,” said Frank. —
“You're all right, and I’ll not forget it, but you're prac-
tically the only friend the Athletes have in Whipsaw. The
quicker we can clear out of the place, the better. Where’s
the next hazard? Let’s hustle things and aoe to the ac
of. this trail of folly and peril.” Ee
“You and your men can trail after us.” fey
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As for Hoover, he felt that he had.
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Lorry started ‘at a trot Se aistenoit actoss the flat plateau. :
At a distance of a quarter of a mile from the cliff, both |
Warriors and Athletes were brought up short by one of
the freaks of nature occasionally to be found in rhe eae 6
west; 0" ; . 5, hs

This. patticular phenomenon. cee of > ete in the
level plain. The rift was filled, almost to the brim, with
sand that, seethed and bubbled like a huge caldron A
tiny mound would appear, slide across” the ‘sutface of | the |

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break against the edge of the steep bank, giving vent to
a sound like a whisper.

Certainly it was a most uncanny spectacle. The leap-
ing sand bubbles, the whiffs of released vapor, the strident
whispering all conspired to have a weird effect on nerves
that had not become familiar with the jumping sand hills.

“Thunder, and carry one!” gulped Pennworth, wide-eyed
and wondering. “Say, wouldn’t that rattle your spurs,
pards? Who keeps the fire going under this big kettle of
sand ?”

“A wise juniper was here once,” replied Lorry, “and he
said something about volcanic action keeping the sand
stirred up. Look!”

He picked a large stone off the ground and dropped it
into the sandy pool. The stone vanished instantly.

“T saw a horse get in there a few months ago,” Lorry
went on, “and he was out of sight in half a second. A
good many men, they say, have gone down in the sands.
Once in them, even close to the bank, and there’s no
chance of escape. The Comanches used to tell about a
demon below, who waited for victims and pulled them
under. Something sucks a person down and holds him,
but I haven’t an idea what it is.”

wits a ‘fiendish sort of place,’ remarked Clancy, “and
I’ve got the twitters going up and down my spine already.”

“Whoosh!” muttered Hop Wah, shivering. “Bad devil
gottee. My no likee.”

“What’s the job ahead of us?” queried Rod.

“Getting across the jumping sand hills by means of that
tree and the rope,” explained Phil Lorry.

As he spoke, he pointed to a big oak growing at the
edge of the rift a short distance from where the group
of lads were standing. A long limb stretched from the

_ tree out over the bubbling sands, and from the limb

dangled a rope, its lower end pee ssi in and secured about
the tree trunk.

“What's the scheme?” asked Frank.

“The scheme is to swing on the rope,” explained Lorry,
“and then jump from the ‘end of it to the other bank.
There’s a knack about it,” he finished, in a whisper. “Watch
the Warriors when they make the swinging jump, and do
the trick just as they do it. Remember what it means to
fall back from the edge over there. The Indians used
to say that the mere sight of the jumping sand hills makes

do have a queer effect on the nerves, until a fellow gets
used to the sight. - Don’ t let your fellows get rattled, Mer-
riwell.”

Frank thanked Lorry for what he had said, and at

once proceeded to pass the advice along to dasley and

the other Athletes. All, with the exception of Hop Wah,
seemed steady enough in the face of the task before them ;
but the Chinaman, it was evident, was badly shaken.
Spellman led off for the Warriors.. He proceeded with
caution when the rope was untied from the tree trunk,

-and he was ready to make his swing.

Walking as far back as the end of the rope would

allow, he ran at his best speed down the slight slope
and sprang far out over the tumbling sands.

The rope
creaked and strained under his weight, and as he swung

> Tike-e- pendulum back and forth, his lifted feet almost
touched the racing mounds beneath him,

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stretched to its farthest limit it was plain that he would
fall far short of the opposite bank.

Then Frank noticed, and called the attention of the other
Athletes to the fact, that with every swing Spellman
dropped lower and lower toward the end of the rope.
He came so far down the swinging strands of hemp, at
last, that he was obliged to double his body into a ball
in order to clear the quicksands. At the right moment,
he released the rope and launched himself through the air.
Merry and his teammates held their breath and their hearts
seemed to stand still. But Spellman alighted well out
of harm’s way and quietly sat down to wait for the
others to take the swinging jump.

Derry came next, and was as successful as Spellman.
After him came Hicks, and tense nerves fluttered as he
struck the very edge of the bank and tottered there.
Quick hands grabbed him and pulled him to safety.

“Now, Hoover!” called Lorry.

But Hoover, his face like chalk, backed away, what:
ing his head.

“’m out of it, Phil,” said he. “After the way I gave
out on the wall, I wouldn’t dare.”

Jeers came from the Warriors across the sands.
silenced them with a word.

“He knows best, fellows,” said the captain of the War-
tiors quietly, and himself took the rope.

He made the best swing and leap of any of them, and
came down with a full yard to spare. As the released

Lorry

‘rope swung back, Rodno caught it.

“Try it, Rod,” said. Merry.

Rod acquitted himself with credit. He had taken Lorry’s
warning and watched carefully the work of the War-
riors, so he effected a landing in splendid style.

Penn did almost as well, and Clancy was safe by a
hair’s breadth, almost. Frank looked at Hop. The China-
man was shaking as with an ague.

“Keep out of this, Hop,” said he, and wont have taken
the rope from him. '

The Chinaman, however, gave a yell of determination
and had swung off before Merry could come near enough
to interfere. He wriggled like an eel, and his olive
face was wild with fear and apprehension,

“Don’t jump until you get to swinging in good shape,
Hop!” cried Frank. “Keep your nerve, old man!”

Hop’s answer was a quivering wail.

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‘CHAPTER IX,
MONTEZUMA’S WELL.

Frank was terribly worked up over Hop. Superstition
had taken the Chinaman by'the throat and was strangling
the strength out of his body. But he would not give up.
He was there to make good, and his will forced him on.

Réd, Penn, and Clancy stood close to the edge of the
rift, ready to do all they could to pull the Chinaman in.

It was clear that they shared Frank’s fears of the out-,
‘come, j

At last, with, snciee screech and a wild wriggle of the
body, Hop let go the rope and catapulted for the farther.
bank. It was a fearsome leap he made, and he turned
one complete mid-air somersault and half of another.

Perhaps it was this variation of, the jump that saved

him. He fell short, but he landed not on his feet but on his » :
stomach, his feet in the quicksands and the upper half of

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' by an arm and the the hair—for his cap had
fallen off sands. He was pulled
breathless dazed, apparently, to
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“Hoop-a-la!” he exulted faintly,
ized that he had. made the leap.

“I’m going to try it, Chip,” said Glory.. “Think I can
stand here and let you fellows corral all the fun?”

\ “You don’t have to, Glory,” protested Frank.

“Tl know I don’t, but I want to,”

“Go ahead, then.”

Glory accomplished the feat in fine form, and Frank
followed him easily. As the rope swung back, Hoover
grabbed it, and made it fast to the trunk of the oak.

“You’re a peach, I don’t think!” Spellman yelled to
Hoover, “Six of the Athletes are going the trail, and
only four of us. They’re getting the best of it, Hoover,
and you’re responsible.”

“It’s an off day with me,’ answered the Bat,
! know a heap better than to’ take any chances.”

“Leave him alone, fellows,” said Lorry, “It’s poor busi-
ness to crowd any chap in such work as this. If we in-
sisted, and Hoover tried and failed, we'd all be to blame
for what happened. Now we'll go on to the wells.”

The Warriors, headed by Lorry, continued westward
across the plateau, coming nearer and nearer to the stamp
mill. The roar of the mill was now constant in the ears
of all the lads. ‘It was evident that they would soon be
upon the property of the Whipsaw Mine.

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i the jumping sand hills. Nature was prodigal of phenome-
ma nons in that part of the country, it seemed.

ai The well was. a round hole, possibly -thirty feet in
e| diameter, and breaking without rim or depression directly
i into the flat surface of the ground. Standing at its edge,
‘| Merry looked downward into swirling gloom, Heé dropped
ie a stone, and although he listened intently he could not .
|. hear it strike. He could almost credit the tradition that

4 re the pit was bottomless,

wood, The trunk was shorn of branches, and looked like
a mere sapling with the frailest of grip on the soil af its
two ends.

“Here’s where we're up against the real thing,” mut-
tered Pennyworth: “W hat’s the use of a tree bridge over
a place like that when it’s a heap easier to go around?”

“Tt’s merely a test of nerve, that’s all,” said Lorry.

“Wonder how many Comanches are in the bottom of
that hole?” hazarded Rod. “I'll bet a lot of ’em tipped
‘off that tree and lost the chance to.wear a scalp lock.”

“From the looks of the tree,” put in Glory, “a good many
have gone across it.
‘side, and it's smooth as glass.”

“That's what makes it all the harder to get over,”
Frank. “It's the most foolish test of the three, for I
‘swing across the quicksands, but there’s no reason on earth
why he'd have to cross the tree in sorger: to Pas anche,
zuma’s Well.” | foe RES

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Spanning this gloomy hole was the trunk of a ¢otton-—

balancing pole back to the other side,
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‘can imagine how a man might have to climb the cliff ‘or

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Hop. not only removed his shoes and stockings, but
he also found a balancing pole and tested it carefully.

Derry was first to attempt the passage of the well. He
moved out cautiously, swinging his arms to préserye his

poise. Halfway across, one of his feet slipped, and cries
of fear and dismay came ffom the watchers. Derry fell
heavily on the frail support and it swayed and jerked
under him in a hair-raising manner. He did not attempt
to rise to his feet and cross in that manner, but, with
pallid face and staring eyes, “hitched” his way across,
keeping astride the trunk.

Spellman, in no wise daunted by Derry’s close call, was
the next to venture. He kept to his feet all the way
across, and jumped nimbly to solid ground at the farther
side.

Hicks was next..
it had either Derry or Spellman, but his extreme
resulted-in a successful performance. As slowly as he had
started, he stepped from the swaying cottonwood trunk
to the side of the two who had preceded him.

Lorry covered the gap like a tight-rope walker.
cool and collected, and he had shown a character,

It took him twice as long to cross as
caution

He was
during

the exciting events of the day, which had won the ad-
miration of young Merriwell.
“He’s a crackajack, fellows,’ averred Frank, to his

teammates.
“The best. of the W arrior ‘crowd,

“T wish he was one of us.’

“Who's to go first, this time?” queried Penn,

“Let me try it,” said Glory.

“Well,” returned Frank, “if you feel yourself falling,
sit down and hang on.”

Glory sat down before he had gone half a dozen feet,
and began to imitate Detry’s performance of a few min-
utes before. When he reached the farther end of the
cottonwood he was still trying to “hitch” along, and it was
seen by the Warriors that he was going it blind, and had
shut his’ eyes hard.

“Wake up, Glory,”
here.”

“Gosh, but that’s a relief,” said Glory, as he got off
the tree trunk. “I wouldn’t have looked down in that hole
for a thousand dollars! My nerves are all in-rags.”

Hop was the second Athlete to take the test. In this
feat he. appeared to excellent. advantage, and effected a
crossing with an ease and style that called forth a round
of applause. ‘

“You've walked a tight ie. I'll bet!” declared Lorry. i
“Say, yellow boy, no one ever did that in neater fashion.”

“Pole makee heap easy,” said Hop, and he flung the
“Maybeso you
makee tly pole, huh?” he called. r fi

Rodno made use of the pole, and got excited and dvented.
it when halfway over. The rest of the distance he took
at a run, with the cottonwood springing up and down be-
neath him. His’ ‘crossing was the most spectacular and bi
developed the most thrills. ;

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a pias and ill temper.
Athletes to send a chosen ive over the “peril trail” with a

“We've had the last of it, thank goodness,” returned
the captain of the Warriors, in a burst of relief. “You
fellows have got the best of us at our own game. We
started with five men, and we are quitting with ‘four.
You began with five and reach the end of the trail with
ox,

“It was Hoover’s fault!” grumbled Spellman.

“And he did the loudest talking of any of us!” chimed
in Derry.

“He talked about the Athletes bein’ four-flushers,” said
Hicks sarcastically. “Who’s showed up to be a bigger
four-flusher this afternoon, than the Bat?”

“Look here, fellows,” put in Lorry, “you’ve gone over
the trail with Merriwell and four of his crowd—with
five, part of the way. Have they tried to throw any
slams into us? Have they acted in any way but straight
and decent? Do you think they are swell-heads, and that
they came here to make a joke of us?”

“No!” shouted the other three Warriors.

“I allow that Spin made a bobble,’ added Hicks, “and
I. think that, in cancelin’ the ball game, we acted like a
lot o’ coyotes. I’m for havin’ the Athletes stay over till
to-morrow and stage that game.”

Frank shook his head.

“Too late for that now, Hicks. We’ve got another
game on for to-morrow. This afternoon was all we could
give you, and we had to leave Blyfield a day earlier than
we had intended in order to do that.”

“Well, anyways,” said Hicks, as an air of gloom and
disappointment settled over him and his friend, “we can

‘at least shake hands and be pards, hey?”

?

“Sure!
menced,

An era of good feeling between these ten youngsters
was at Once inaugurated. They had faced and conquered
dangers together, and nothing is more potent than that
in cementing the bonds of friendship. So far as four of
the Warriors were concerned, at least, the hatchet dug up

cried Frank heartily, and the handshaking com-

_ by Spingarn had been buried. e

The easier way to return to the railroad station and
the town, Lorry imparted, was to go by the mine trail.
Frank, anxious to learn what was going on at the private
car, urged his teammates to hurry.

“If there’s any trouble,” declared Hicks, when they
had started for the mine, “us four Warriors will stand
by you and Horton, Merriwell. Maybe’ 1 we can bring
Spin to time if we work together.”

“I hope so,’ Frank answered anxiously,

When they reached a break in the plain overlooking the
mine property, a situation suddenly developed that rang
the knell of all Frank’s hopes for a peaceful solution of
the misunderstandings of the day.

Spingarn, surrounded by a crowd of miners and mill
men, was engaged in a violent harangue. It was a war-
like address, as Merry learned from the snatches of it
which floated to his ears, and prospective hostilities were
all clustering around the Cleansport and the Athletes.

_ Breaking into a run, Merry rushed down the slope toward
_ the gathered crowd.

CHAPTER X.
- NITA’S PERIL,

_ Daddy Spingarn seemed possessed with a demon of
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like number ‘of his Warriors. That should have satis-
fied him; probably it would have done so, had not the ill
feeling manifested itself among those at the foot of the
cliff. ¥

“Say,” the old man was saying wrathfully, when Merry
came near enough to get a connected report of his words,
“are we goin’ to let a bunch come into camp and lord it
over us and insult us, same as these here Athletes? They
headed this way to make fun o’ the Warriors, and when
we ketched ’em at it, they started in to. make’ trouble.
Let’s give ’em all the trouble they want! Let’s show
"em we know how to take care of ourselves, and to stand
Soon’s the five-o’clock firin’ is done
in the new workin’s, here, and Jorkins and his crew comes
out, let’s mosey over to the camp and make things hot
for this Horton person. What d’you say?”

“Bully, old man!” whooped one of the crowd.
show them high-faultin’ junipers a thing or two!”

“That Horton fellow and me,” continued the foreman
hotly, “come nigh havin’ a set-to. He'd throwed one of
the townsfolks agin’ the cliff, and I was about to sail in
and do somethin’. He backed away, and allowed he
wouldn’t lay his hands on a man as old as I be. After
that I couldn’t get at him, and he sent his bunch of dudes
back to the car and he went up a-top the clift to talk with
the five who were follerin’ the five Warriors.

“T went to that private car, by jing, and I tried to force
my way in to tell them dudes what I thought of ’em. But
they’d locked the door agin’ me. I got a stick 0’ wood
and was about to smash the dopr in, when Horton got
back.. D’you know. what he done?” howled the foreman,
brandishing his fist. “He throwed me off the car plat-
form! The townfolks was for wadin’ right in and clean-
in’ up on the outfit, but I told ’em to wait. ‘I'll go over
to the mine,’ I says, ‘and get a crowd; and then,’ I says,
‘there'll be enough of us to do the thing up right. I’m
here after the crowd now. Are you with me, as soon’s
the -five-o’clock firin’ is over?”

A yell of approval, in which almost every man joined,
greeted the irate foreman’s appeal.

“Just a minute, Mr. Spingarn!” shouted Frank, as soon
as he could make himself heard. (

Spingarn stretched to his full height and craned for-
ward to get a view of Merriwell over the heads of the
crowd.

“Here’s one of them Athletes!” shouted a voice, with
a saw edge.

“We'll

“He’s capting o’ the bunch!” whooped another. “Begin
with him!”
There was a rush by some of the miners. Frank, in-

stantly realizing his danger, leaped backward. When the
miners came close, they found themselves confronted by
Phil Lorry and the three other Warriors just from the
Comanche “peril trail.” Back of the Warriors stood the
defiant Merriwell and his five teammates. —

“Keep off, you men!” cried Lorry, with flashing eyes.
“You must be crazy. What’s come over you, anyhow ?”

Lorry was popular among the Whipsaw miners. When
the crowd found him championing the, cause of the Ath-
letes, they hesitated and fell silent. Daddy Spingarn
forced his way through the compact ranks and came face
to face with Lorry.

“Philip,” he cried, glaring savagely,
agin’ your own crowd?”
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the. Athletes get square treatment.

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mistake of your life. So is the whole town, for that mat-
ter. You make me ashamed to/ stand here and say I’m
a Warrior——”

“If you’re ashamed,” roared ‘the old for@han, “get off
the team and be hanged to you! D’you know how I’ve
been treated? D’you sabe I been throwed off that private
car, neck and heels?”

“Why not?” returned Lorry coolly. “You were trying
to break down the door, weren’t you? If any one tried
to smash in the door of your adobe, wouldn’t you go for
him the same as Horton went for you?”

“T don’t want to talk with you!” cried Spingarn. “You've
disapp’inted me a heap. I never allowed you was this
kind! Ain’t I always been a friend o’ yours?”

“Listen!” went on Lorry. “We're just in from the road
up the cliff, over the jumping sand hills and the crossing
of the well. Merriwell and his men followed us every
step of the way, and an extra Athlete followed us part of
the way.| Hoover petered out on the cliff. Merriwell and
Hop Wah_helped me save him. The Athletes have won
our respect, not to say our admiration. We come through
the ‘peril trail’ a crowd of pards, and we’re here to help
I tell you, dad, youre
Your mad is up now and. you don’t see

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making a mistake.
things clearly. Listen to reason

“T’ll get even with the juniper as throwed. me off’n
that car!” bellowed Spingarn, wild with rage. “I’ll——

He paused. From a platform, covered with the frame-

 

work of a hoisting apparatus topping a near-by ore dump,
‘men began spinning out from the gloomy depths of a shaft.

It was the gang from the fifty-foot level of the new Whip-
saw workings. The fuses had been touched off for the
five-o’clock firing.

Four miners scrambled down the rough slope of the
ore dump. One of these men was Jorkins.

“Where’s Nita, Jork?” Spingarn suddenly. demandéd,

Wrought up though he was by the developments of the
afternoon, he was quick to turn his thoughts aside and
make inquiries for the little girl.

“Higgins fetched her up, dad, ten minutes ago,” answered
Jorkins.

“Not much he didn’t, Jork,” spoke up one of the by-
standers. “I’ve been right here for half an hour, and I
seen Higgins come out of the shaft. The gal wasn’t with

him.”

“You’re wide of the mark, Sargent,”
with confidence. “I was gettin’ ready to fire the holes
and I told Higgins to go'up and take Nita. Sent him
out a-purpose. He brought her and you didn’t see her.”

“Find Higgins!” shouted: -Spingarn. “Somebody run

over to my adobe and see if Nita’s there.”

For the time, the old man’s thoughts concerned them-
selves little with the Athletes’ and their private car. His
appreliensions were all for the girl, who, as Lorry had
said, was “the biggest thing in his. life.”

One man rushed toward Spingarn’s home to see if Nita
was there; another started in search of Higgins.. And
all this time the fires in the fifty-foot level were eating,
toward the caps and the dynamite.

Two-minute fuses were the standard lengths for such
firing. After the man in charge of the gang of miners
had touched off the fuses, he still had plenty of time’

‘to get clear of the. workings: before the blasts began

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“Where’s Nita?” cried Spingarn.

“Jorkins was to bring her up,”
surprise.

Jorkins, at that, flung back his head and his cheeks went
pallid.

“I told you to bring her up!” he exclaimed.

“She didn’t want to come with me,” explained Higgins,
“and said she’d wait for you. She started back along
the level and I climbed the ladders to——”

“You infernal idiot!” whooped the startled Jorkins,
“what d’you suppose I was sendin’ you up for, ten minutes
before the firin’? I didn’t see the girl. She——”

In two jumps old man Spingarn had Jorkins by the

answered Higgins, in

throat. With gripping fingers he pressed the miner down
to his knees. His eyes were glassy, his face like death
itself.

“You cur hound!” he hissed, “it was you I told to take
care of Nita. If you’ve left her down there with them
loaded holes about to——”

The foreman seemed to remember something. With-
out bothering further with Jorkins, he straightened, drew a
sleeve across his eyes, reeled, and then, uttering a stricken
cry, he rushed up the slope of the ore dump.

“Stop him!” cried excited voices. “The blasts are about
to go off!”

“He'll be killed if he tries to get down the shaft
now !”

“The girl’s done for! No use sacrificin’ two lives!”

But the old man, paying no heed to the cries of warn-
ing, rushed recklessly up the side of the dump to the ore
platform. He started to lower himself to the ladders,
when a loud explosion rumbled from the depths. A puff
of smoke rushed through the maw of the pit, and Spingarn

_flung a hand over his eyes and staggered helplessly back.

“One! somebody chanted.

Higgins grabbed Jorkins by the arm and stared into his
haggard face. The eyes of the two flashed as their glances
met, them the fire died out as they realized the folly of
anger and their abject helplessness.

“How many loads are there, Jork?” demanded Higgins.

“Eight!” answered Jorkins dully.

Another crash came from below, followed by another
gush of smoke and acrid powder fumes. Strong hands
had seized Spingarn by then and were dragging him, fight-
ing furiously, down the side of the dump.

“Two!” cried the person who was keeping tab ‘on the
explosions.

Bang-bang!

“Four!” annotinced the man, his voice rising stridently
over a silence that -had closed down on the white-lipped
crowd. ‘

Spingarn, forced to earth at the foot of the dice’ lay
sprawled out and rolling his white head and drawn face
from side to side. A hollow groan broke from him. \

Bang—bang—bang!

Jet after jet ae through the opening in the plat-
form. ;

' “Five, six; séven!” proceeded the tout:

‘The stillness had grown almost unbearable. .

“Nita, ’Nita,” sobbed the old man, “why did I let you
go down?”

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he: Merriwell and his Athletes had followed these tragic
c developments with bated breath. They understood what
; was happening, and they knew that Nita’s life would
quickly be sacrificed, even if she had escaped the flying
débris from the blasts—unless a forlorn hope was grasped
at once and used to the utmost.

“Athletes,” came the ringing voice of Merry, “this way !”

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T sprang like a deer up the side of the dump.
A “Come back, you fools!” bellowed an excited voice.

“There’s another explosion to come!”
Merry understood that, but it did not prevent him from
keeping resolutely on.

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COURAGE TURNS THE TIDE.

Dynamite, as any one will say who has ever familiar-
ized himself with it, acts queerly at times. Sometimes
the deadly stuff may be pounded with a hammer, and then
again it will “let go” if any one drops a rock within half
a mile of it.

Blasts in a mine have been known, for some mysterious
cause, to hang fire for hours; and then, when the un-
witting workmen are at their labor, to explode suddenly
and with terrible effect.

In this case at the Whipsaw Mine, Jorkins had touched
off eight loaded holes.
been carefully counted. The eighth might explode at any
time and fill the fifty-foot level with noxious vapors

and flying bowlders.

Merriwell had had enough experience in mines to un-
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going after Nita.

_ An ox-hide ore bucket stood on the platform over the
shaft. The stout rope to which the bucket was attached,
passed through a pulley in the framework overhead, and
a long length of it lay coiled on the planks.

“Take the rope, fellows!” instructed Frank. “Never
mind what those men are saying. I’m going down after
the girl, and I’ve got to go quick and come back quick.

Understand? Let me slide as fast as you can, When I
jerk the rope, pull me up—and make a record doing it.”

He lifted the bucket and held it over the mouth of «the
shaft. Foggy wreaths were floating upward out of the
gloom. They struck him in the face and he had to drop
the , bucket and turn aside to cough.
¥: Jerking a handkerchief from his pocket he quickly bound
Be H over his nose and mouth. By that time, the five Ath-
-letes. had tailed on to the rope and. were a aides it taut,
__ the bucket swinging.

Phil ‘Lorry was coming wildly up. the side be the ore.
im Ladino
_ “Hold on, Merriwell!” he cried. “4 can’t let you take’
"such a chance! Suppose that last blast——”
Frank paid no attention to Lorry. Seizing ie rope
with both hands he stepped into the ox-hide bucket.
_ “Now,” came his voice, mied by. the handkerchief, “Tet
her go!” |
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a mind to doa certain wes and. he was bending every
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not hesitate,to do as he said. From Frank’s manner, and
the tone in which he spoke, those who knew him under- :
stood that argument was useless. And all time lost in
argument increased the danger for Merry.

The rope rushed through the hands of the five boys,
Clancy, the freckies standing out on his white face like
brown blotches, stood at the edge of the hole in the
platform, ready to signal the moment the rope should be
gripped hatd and the descent retarded.

“Now!” he called.

Hands tightened on the hempen strands and the lads
continued. to but cautiously. A moment,
and the strain was taken off the cable and it hung limp
from the pulley. All knew that Merry had reached the
bottom, and the fifty-foot level.

Frank’s descent had béen rapid, and his landing made
easy for him. He was almost overcome by the vapors,
and surrounded by Stygian darkness.

Carefully he stepped from the bucket and moved into
the gloom, scuffling his feet along over the rocks. ’Nita,
wandering out of sight of the workers in the level, had
probably tried to reach the ladders on hearing the men ay:
rush toward the Frank believed he would find
her near the foot of the shaft.

His reasoning proved correct.
little form. |

The girl lay in an angle of the wall—that, much his ‘
groping hands told. him. He felt his senses reeling, and {
a ton’s weight seemed to be compressing his chest. If he 1
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too long, meant to sink down unconscious at Nita’s side,
for those powder fumes were deadly and overpowering.
He stooped and picked up the girl; then, more by in-
stinct than anything else, he returned to the ox-hide nt
bucket and climbed into it. Releasing one hand, he gave :
a tug at the rope; then his arms, encircling the girl and the aes
cable, barely resisted the sudden jerk that launched them
into mid-air.

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A feeling of weakness ran through his whole body. He \
wondered if he could keep his place in the bucket during i
that wild rush upward. Every muscle, all’ his powers of — i .
endurance, seemed at the snapping point. Could he eheune bie

the strain? if

Resolution came to his aid—the same tunica: tirat 4 hae.
had stood him in good stead at the crisis of many a race,
and in many a game. He would stay with his duty because
he had to—because it is a man’s work to do what he has
to do as long as there is a breath in him.

It was the vile, poisonous air that was sapping his
He could feel the numbness creeping through —
his brain, and into his tense sinews. He bowed for-
ward, his arms flexed in a final, fierce resolve not to be
stricken down; and then—there was a rush of daylight
-pefote his eyes, he felt himself caught by many strong.
hands—and after that he knew no more. ily

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One of the men carried Nita, and the Athletes and their
friends, the Warriors, vied with each other for the honor
of bearing Merriwell. Both Frank and the girl were un-
conscious.

Water was poured over Frank’s face, but what he mead
most was fresh air. As soon as he had taken a few
breaths of pure air, his eyes opened and he sat up on
the rocks at the foot of the ore dump.

“Whew!” he muttered, “that was pretty fierce,”

“Are you all right, Chip?” inquired the anxious Clancy.

“T’m as good as ever,’ was the reply. “The powder
fumes are what got the best of me. How about that
other blast?”

“That let go, Chip,” put in Lorry, “the minute you and
Nita were lifted clear of the ore bucket. Say, old man,
you're the goods!” finished the captain of the Warriors
admiringly.

“Sure he’s the goods!” echoed the rest of the Warriors.

“He’s the bank that gets my gilt, pards!” spoke up a
miner who had tried to get at Chip, not so very long before,
and had been headed off by Lorry and his teammates.

“How’s the little girl?’ Frank asked.

“Spingarn didn’t leave us time to find out,” replied
a bystander. “He rushed for his adobe with her. But,
no matter about her, what you done was more’n any the
rest o’ us would have dared. That’s right. I reckon there’s
nothin’ so blamed off color with you and your crowd when
you’re able to turn a trick like this here. You—say, where
you goin’, son?”

Merry had started to his feet and picked up his cap and
handkerchief.

“We've got to get to our car,” Frank answered. “Come
on, fellows! Horton and the rest are holding the fort,
and they may need us.” _ :

“Don’t be in no rush!” shouted the miners. “We're
friends o’ yours now, and we'll see that you and your
crowd is treated white.”

Merriwell, however, would not stop. He felt able to

he hurried off toward the town, the, Warriors joined the
Athletes and trailed after him.

“This about settles your troubles in this camp, Clancy,”
remarked Lorry to Frank’s red-headed chum. “After
what’s happened, you fellows won’t have much ofa time
‘holding the fort’ at the railroad station.”

CHAPTER XII.

SPINGARN’S REGRET.

The boys found the private car surrounded by a hostile:

crowd of townspeople. No damage had as yet been as
to the Cleansport. Offensive operations were stayed, 1

‘doubt, pending the arrival of Daddy Spingarn and a re-

enforcement of miners from the Whipsaw workings.

An effort was made by the rabble to prevent Merry and
his Athletes from reaching the car door.

“Break away from in front there!” shouted Phil Lorry.
“The, Athletes are friends of ours. You let ’em get by or

you'll have a score to settle with Dad Spingarn.”

“Dad ain’t no friend o’ these Athletes,”

“Yes, he is.” 1

“But he said——” )

“No difference what*he said, Abe Littlefield “Every,

thing i is changed from what it was an hour ago.”
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“Tt ’most amounts to a miracle,” went on Spingatn,

the open door.

the mob. They allowed Frank and his friends to pass,
and the door of the private car was cautiously opened to
admit them.

“Thought you'd never get here, Chip!”
ton.. “What delayed you?”

“Chip was making friends with Spingarn,” said Penny-
worth,

“It’s useless to try anything like that,” returned Hor-
ton, frowning. “I’ve made up my mind the old fellow
is crazy. He'll be back here with some more ruffians
before long, and then our worst troubles will come.”

“There'll be no more trouble at all, Rufus,” said Rod.

He went on to explain why, and as the recital proceeded’
Horton’s wonder and amazement grew. All those who had
returned to the car, while Merry and his teammates were
going over the “peril trail,’ also experienced the same
sentiments as those expressed by the Yale man.

“Chip safed der girl, by shinks,” bubbled Villum Kess,
limping toward Merry, “und made der safage olt feller
a friendt mit us. Vat a fine thing, I bet you, to habben
chust now!”

Congratulations were being showered upon Chip, much
to his embarrassment, when some one at a window an-
nounced that Daddy “Spingarn was coming toward the
station at a run. The old man was bareheaded, and his
white hair was waving in the wind.

Breathlessly he crossed the station platform. Halting
in front of the crowd of townspeople, he shouted angrily:

“Get out o’ here! The crowd in that car is made up
of friends of mine. That’s right. You’ve made a mistake
—I’ve made a mistake—consarn it all, the hull town’s made
a mistake. Lattimer lied to me, and Brezee lied to Hoover.
Now clear out, ev’ ry man jack o’ you! I want to get in.

exclaimed Hor-

that there car and see young Merriwell.”

The old foreman whirled and bounded to the steps.
Frank stepped out on the front platform, and, with a ,
whoop, Spingarn grabbed him in his arms.

“I made a fool o’' myself, Merriwell!” panted Spingarn.
“You. saved Nita—saved her by goin’ down into the level
while one of the loads was hangin’ fire. You risked
your life to bring my little gal back to me. I reckon that’s
enough to make me bury the hatchet.” |

He released the half-smothered Merriwell and stepped
back to look at him with his blue eyes glowing, and his
face flushed and happy.

“Then Nita is all right?” Frank asked. :
“and
it don’t seem noways possible, but not a ha’r o’ her head
was injured. Near as I can tell—she ain’t able to talk
a hull lot yet—she drapped into an angle o’ the wall when
the blasts commenced to let go. The corner of the wall
saved her from the flyin’ rock, see? But she’d ’a’ been done
up by the’foul air if you hadn’t gone down like you did,
and brought her to the surface. I mayn't. have long to
live, Merriwell, but what you've done is somethin’ I ain’t.
never goin’ to forget. I’m sorry, powerful sorry, I roughed
things up for you and your crowd. But I reckoned you:
was different from. what you are. Now I know my mis-
take, and I wish some un ’u’d kick me from here plumb to
the Whipsaw mill. I want to go in and tell Horton and
the rest of your fellows how I stack up.”

Merry stepped aside and let the old man pass through

“Horton,” said Saat in a shaking voice, “I ken
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shake hands with me, all around? I know I ain’t done

nothin’ to deserve it, but——”
“Nonsense,” broke in Horton, in a friendly tone, “we
all make mistakes now and then. Give us your hand,

Spingarn, and then pass it around. And, listen: That
hundred-dollar guarantee you put in the bank for us |
want you to accept for the Warriors, with the compli-
ments of Merriwell’s Athletes. Tell the boys to use the
money for new uniforins.”

“D’you mean it?” gasped Spingarn incredulously.

“Do we, boys?” asked Horton, appealing to the team.

A chorus: of wild approval was the answer.

“Now,” gulped Daddy Spingarn, a suspicious moisture
in his eyes, “I know you’re white. What I done looks so

some sense into my fool head. But I’m sorry for the mis-
take, and some time, however, I’m sure goin’ to prove it.”

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And it was not Jong, indeed, befote Daddy Spingarn
made his words good.
THE END,

The Cleansport, with Merriwell’s Athletes aboard, gets
lost during the night trip to Camberwell, where the Ath-
letes are due to play a series of three games of baseball.
The why and wherefore of this strange happening, and
the incidents and exciting evettts which follow it, are told
in the story that will be found in the next issue of this
weekly, No. 50, out July tath, entitled, “Frank Merriwell’s
Weird Adventure; or, The Athletes Adrift.” A bully, good
story ; don’t miss it.

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- The Billion-dollar Snapshot.

. CHAPTER XIX.
A FRAN NTIC FATHE
The startling news that little Majorie Mallon was miss-
_ ing was indeed true.
' Mr. Mallon returning home from court, with Doctor
fi, Silt tions he had managed at length to pacify, and to
persuade to accompany him back to the Manor to cure old
Briggs’ rheumatism—had been met at the lodge
_child’s mysterious disappearance. =”
“A hurried but thorough search of the grounds by every
 eedpives of. the estate proved unavailing, and caused Mr.

pt who could have. kidnaped her?” gasped Mr. Mal-
1. “How could the wretch have got in and out, of here
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his frantic wife, who, half faititing, informed him of the

“ rote to conclude that the little gitl, had been kidnaped.

touched the top of the fence.
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ting him go. ay
I didn’t i im- “oe

The frantic father sent for the men who guarded the:

“Are you quite positive that no sevncgers came ‘tte: ‘the f

suspicious / ‘character to get past you, for Heaven's sake
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clared one of them.
kidnaper did not come in or go out by the gates.
surely’ must have seen him if he had done so.”

“Perhaps the scoundrel climbed the fence that surrounds
the property,” suggested Doctor Jinks, who was taking an
active part in the search.

The millionaire shook his head.

“No, I don’t think that could be possible,” he replied. “I
have an elaborate system /of burglar alarms all over the
place, doctor. It would be impossible TOR an intruder to
scale the fence without giving us warning.” :

The physician remained silently thoughtful for a little
while. “I wonder,” he said at last, ‘

had anything to do with your daughter’s disappearance,
Mr. Mallon?’

The millionaire frowned. ;

“I was thinking of him myself,’ he returned. “But
really I fail to see how he could have carried off my poor
little girl. You see, doctor, he left here in a rig which
passed through the lodge gates. If my child had been in-
side, surely my men would have noticed her—especially
as she would naturally make violent resistance against
carried away.”

_ She may not have been in a condition to make. violent
resistance, my dear sir,” argued Doctor Jinks, who was
fond of reading detective stories. “She may have fainted,
or that wretch may have chloroformed her in order to
prevent her from raising, any outcry. I certainly think
that we ought to be suspicious of that fellow. After all,
how do we know that he was a newspaper photographer,
and that he came here and carried out that daring imper-
sonation in order to get a photograph for his newspaper,
as he tried to make us believe? It is much more likely, in
my opinion, that his dastardly object was to kidnap your
daughter, and that he succeeded only too well.”

“T think the gentleman is very right, sir,’
of ‘the private detectives—for all of them were present at
this conference. “If you'll excuse me for mentioning it,

Mr. Mallon, you must remember that when we caught the ©

fellow this morning, trying to get over the fence, We

warned you then, sir, that he was probably a ere.

and that his claim to be a newspaper man was only ‘a stall.”’
Doctor Jinks pricked up his ears at these words.

“Do you mean to say ‘that he made another attempt on ie

get on the premises, in addition to the one I know of?”
he inquired, in a tone of astonishment.

Yee,’ replied Mr. Mallon.
the boundary fence. He didn’t know anything about the
burglar alarms, and he set one of them off as soon as he
He bluffed me then into let--

escape he would leave Newstead immediately. |
agine for a minute that he would have the temerity to”

come back again in disguise and endeavor to catty, out |
that daring: fraud’ > o ine

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Doctor Jinks shook his aus Gaus ecatingly. bu
“What an audacious villain he must be!” a said. “And
back was merely to obtain a. photograph for publication,
in a newspaper?” ‘He smiled incredulously. “Well, I

  

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lengths and run such risks for such a trivial purpose. You The financier lost no time in doing this; with the result
oe can depend upon it, Mr. Mallon, that he did it with the already described.
ig object of carrying off your daughter. That and no other. Thus did poor Hawley’s simple act of courtesy in help-
< lf I were you I wouldn’t lose a minute in having a hue ing a strange woman and a little girl who had broken the
arid cry raised after hii.” high heel from her shoe place him in a very serious pre-
is The distracted father turned to the two private detec- dicament. Circumstantial evidence is a dangerous ‘thing.
” tives who guarded the gates. Soon afterward word came over the wire that Hawley Fs
“You men inspected that rig as it went out, I sup- had been caught as he stepped from the train at the
‘ pose?” he snapped. Grand Central Station, placed under arrest, and locked
“Yes, sir, we did,” they replied sympathetically. “And up in police headquarters.
1: we are quite positive that Miss Majorie was not inside. Mr. Mallon hired a special train, and, accompanied by
= a? There was nobody aboard that vehicle except the fake doc- Doctor Jinks, some of the private detectives, and the chief
: J , tor and the driver.” of police of Newstead, who was armed with a warrant
le ‘ Mr. Mallon received this reply with a despairing shrug. hastily sworn out before the local magistrate, statted for
ae “You see, doctor, it is illogical to suspect that young New York.
a ‘ scoundrel of being concerned in my daughter’s disappear- ‘But what I can’t understand,” said the millionaire, as
% oe ance,” he said hopelessly. the train sped on, “is why that scoundrel, when he was
But just at this point one of the private detectives who well out of our reach with my little girl in his cowardly
3 had been down to the village to make inquiries returned Stasp, should have been ‘foolhardy enough to return to
* in a state of great excitement. Newstead again? What did he do that for?”
; Ma te hve Hews “of thewidaidnes: Mie Mallon” aes “A bluff, my eae sir,” ‘replied the physician, with a
Hi a claimed breathlessly. “I have learned positively ao Miss knowing smile. A very clever bluff, That yet son
a - Majorie was carried aboard a train this evening by a tall, show’ what a See desperado that fellow is. He fig-
a . gtay-haired, gray-bearded man in a high ‘aitk hat’ and a ured that by returning to Newstead he would avert sus-
My long black coat.” picion of being responsible for the kidnaping.

 

“Good heavens!” gasped the millionaire. “What train

was it?”

“The New York Express, sir. I have interviewed four
people in the village—one of them the station master, a
thoroughly reliable man—who are ready to swear that
they saw your daughter in the grasp of the kidnaper.

“This is the story they all tell, Mr. Mallon. Just as the
train pulled into the station, a rig drove up, and a-man
and woman jumped out. The man, whose appearance was
ee as I have described, was carrying a little girl in a white
4 dress in his arms. None of them could see her face be-

cause the position in which he carried her prevented that,

but they say she appeared to be about twelve years old,
_ and about the build of Miss Majorie. There can’t be any
doubt that it was her, sir.

 

 

“The man, woman, and child got aboard the train, these
witnesses say. There seems to be some difference of
‘opinion as to whether the child was crying or not. A
couple of the people I interviewed are ready to swear that
they heard her sobbing, the other two are equally sure
that she lay in his arms quite passivelike. If these. are
right, it may be possible that Miss Majorie was drugged.”

Doctor Jinks turned excitedly to the distracted father.

“Can you doubt any longer, sir, that that young scoun-
_ drel was the kidnaper?” he cried. “A tall man, \gray-
haired, gray-bearded, and wéaring ‘a high silk hat and a

 

_ low wore when he petsonated me.”

Mr. Mallon nodded.

“Yes, it looks as if he is the wretched davai who
stole my. little girl,” he replied, clenthing his fists sav-
agely. “Oh, what fools we were to let him go. when
we had him in our oo
any. harm, [’l kill him.”

“Get the New York police depart- |
Mallon, and tell

“clared the physician.
ment on the long-distance phone, Mr.

,

enon arrest.’ ; ;

long black coat! Why, that is exactly the disguise the fel- -

If he has done my mee girl

“You must send out an alata for him immediately,” We

them to have detectives meet the train and DEE him

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‘to the camera man,

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“Therefore he left his woman accomplice to continue
on to New York with the child while he got off, took a
train back to Newstead, allowed himself to be arrested on
that trivial charge of impersonating a secret-service man,
and thereby hoped to establish an alibi.”

“I believe you are. right,”
what a rogue he is!
ever met.

replied Mr. Mallon. “Oh,
The most desperate character I have
And .to think that we allowed him.to bluff us
into letting him go free this evening.”

“We won’t make the same mistake again, my dear sir,”
replied Doctot Jinks, with a smile of satisfaction. “Kid-
naping is a very serious charge. He'll go to prison for
life for this piece of work.”

    
 

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IN VERY BAD.

 
      

At first Hawley was inclined to believe that there must
be some mistake. The detectives must have misunderstood
the message from Mr. Mallon, he thought. Surely it could
not really be true that the Billion-dollar Snapshot ‘had
been kidnaped.. Why, he had seen her at play on her
father’s lawn only a few hours previously. PN

When he reached police headquarters, however, and was.
marched by his. captors into the presence of the inspector
in charge of the detective bureau, he learned that the”
startling - news was indeed true. Little Majorie Mallon
‘was mysteriously missing from Newstead wai and her ane
parents were distracted, gen er

The inspector wus well disposed toward newspaper «men, i
and, as he recoghized Hawley as a Sentinel man who —
often visited police headquarters to take pictures, his man-
ner toward the prisoner was a little less harsh than it ee
would have been toward an. ordinary stispect.. ba
ce You may be as innocent as you say, thy boy,” he did
“and taking pictures for your. news+.

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a few minutes before she disappeared. Her absence was
discovered soon after you left Mr. Mallon’s house. Wit-
nesses have been found who saw you getting aboard a
train at the Newstead station with a little girl in your arms.
There——

“But that little girl wasn’t little Majorie Mallon,” ex-
claimed Hawley. “It was another child altogether. The
little girl I helped aboard the train looked no more like the
Billion-dollar Tot’than you look like George Washington,
inspector. It is preposterous to suppose that it was she.”

“Well, you'll have to argue all that with Mr. Mallon
when he gets here,” replied the head of the detective
bureau. “I don’t know anything about the case myself
except what he told me over the long-distance phone. If
you can succeed in convincing him of your innocence, my
boy, you have got my very best wishes, I assure you.
We'll have to hold you until he gets here. He’s on his
way now.”

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spector ?”

“Where to?”

“The Sentinel office.”

“What do you wish to tell them?” inquired the inspec-
tor cautiously.

“Merely that I am locked up here—and to ask them
about some pictures I took recently.”

“All right,” replied the inspector. “I don’t mind Satis
ing you that privilege. Write out a note to your paper,
and I'll have it sent.”

Hawley breathed a sigh of relief., “I don’t mind being
locked tp as long as I can get those snapshots to the

- Sentinel,” he said to himself. “Gee whiz! What a big
scoop those pictures of the Billion-dollar Snapshot will
be, now that she’s kidnaped. Instead of using them to
illustrate a mere Sunda&y story, they'll publish them to-
_morrow on the front page of the Sentinel to go with the
story of the kidnaping. We'll be the only paper in town
that will have a genuine photograph of the missing girl.
‘T'll bet the city editor will be tickled to death.”
_ Half an hour later a young man on the reportorial staff
of the Sentinel arrived at police headquarters and was
taken to Hawley’s cell.
_ Through the bars, he told the camera man the bad news
_—that those precious snapshots were still in the hands of
the enemy—that the Daily News and ‘not the Sentinel
would have the glory aud satisfactiog of publishing “the
first authentic photographs of the richest girl in the world
ever appearing in any newspaper.”

Hawley groaned with anguish at these tidings, All the
light seemed to have gone out of his life. He felt as
Napoleon must have felt after Waterloo or Jim Jeffries
after Reno,

“Cheer up, old sport,” said the sympathetic Sentinel
“man, misunderstanding the cause of the camera man’s grief.
“You'll come out of this all right. The managing editor
told me to tell you that the Sentinel would back you up
in this trouble, and do its best to get you out of it. The
_ “ paper always stands by its men to the last, you know.
- Don’t worry.”

  

 
 

2 ley. “Tt isn’t that which is worrying me, I assure you.
Oh, those blithering idiots, to let Gale slip through their
hands like that. And to think that the cad/ is going to
win out+that_his confounded rag of a sheet will have

  

  

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“All right,” said Hawley. “Can I send a message, in-

“I don’t give a darn ahauk: this trouble,” sighed Haw-

nee pieeehor, and not us. And here am I shut. up ina

cell like a rat in a cage and can’t do a darn thing to
stop ’em.”

His lamentations were cut short by the arrival of Mr.
Mallon and his party fat police headquarters. Hawley
was brought from his cell to the inspector’s private’ office to
face his accusers.

“You scoundrel!” cried the frantic father, shaking his
fist in the camera man’s face. “What have you done with
my little girl?”

“I assure you, Mr. Mallon, that I had nothing to do
with the kidnaping,” declared Hawley earnestly.

“That’s a lie,” shouted the millionaire. “I am positive
that you are responsible for her disappearance. Your
honest face won’t deceive me any more. I was fool
enough to believe you before when you assured me that
your only object in trying to climb my, fence was to take
some photographs. If only I had known then what your
real motive was! If only I had followed the advice of my
private detectives and had you thrown into jail as a kid-
naper, my little girl might have been safe, then.”

“I swear to you that you are mistaken, sir,” cried the
camera man, much moved by the old man’s distress.
“My motive in trying to get into your place was merely
to get a snapshot of your daughter. I swear that I had
no more serious designs upon her than that.’

“Bah!” snorted’ Doctor Jinks. “And I suppose you
would have us believe that you carried out your daring
impersonation of me for the same reason, eh?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t believe it,’ declared the physician. “It is pre-
posterous to believe that any sane person would go to
such lengths merely to obtain a paltry photograph.”

“But it wasn’t a paltry photograph,” protested Hawley,

indignant at having his achievement thus minimized. “It .

was a photograph of the Billion-dollar Snapshot—the only
photograph of her ever taken. Surely. even you must be
able to appreciate the value of such a scoop to a news-
paper, and the risks any camera man worth his salt would
take to obtain it.”

“Let me point out to you, gentlemen,” broke in the police
inspector, with a smile, “that this young man is known
among his newspaper confréres as ‘The Camera Chap’
because of his fearlessness in going after pictures which
are difficult to obtain. It may be quite possible, there-
fore, that he is telling the truth when he says that he went
to all that trouble merely to get a snapshot of little Miss
Mallon.”

“I don’t believe it,’ declared the millionaire. “I am
convinced that he knows where my little girl is—that it
was he who kidnaped her.” .

“Tf he didn’t, who else could have done it?” argued one

of the private detectives, addressing the inspector. “New-
stead Manor is well guarded. We are ready to swear that

nobody could haye got into the grounds to-day without
our knowing it. That fact alone will be enough to convict
him, Any jury would find him guilty on the evidence we've
got against him.”

The camera man realized that this was no idle state-
ment. Innocent though he was, circumstantial evidence
was strongly against him. He stood a good chance of

being sent fo prison for a long term. And the most bitter
thought of all was that he would have to suffer in vain—

that the first genuine photograph of the Billion-dollar

Snapshot woud not appear in the Sentinel to lighten his”

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CHAPTER XXI.

AN IMPORTANT DISCOVERY.

sion from Hawley, during which they tried persuasion and
threats in turns, but,.of course, all in vain, Mr. Mallon
and his party withdrew, the chief of police of Newstead
{ ie informing the head of the New York detective bureau
that he would call the following morning to take the pris-
oner back with him to the local lockup.

 

Aiter they had gone, Hawley was taken back to his cell
in the basement of police headquarters, where he spent a
very bad night worrying over what was going to happen to
1 him and trying to evolve a theory as to how the kidnaper
fe could have got into those well-guarded grounds and out
ee again with the abducted child.
e In the morning he arose from his cot, haggard and
f,, heavy-eyed, and, stepping to the barred door of his cage,
< requested the turnkey to send out for a copy of that morn-
ing’s Daily News.
Re “Don’t have to send out for one,” said the official, with
a _a grin, “I’ve got one right here. The News is my fa-
i. -vorite paper. I read it every morning.” He thrust the
+4: newspaper through the bars. “Here, take, it, and read
. all about yourself. You're famous. this morning, young
a feller.”
ae The camera man eagerly snatched the paper, and scowled
as he gazed upon the front ‘page.
é Sireiched right across the top of the page was thé fol-
_ lowing large-typed headline:
_ KIDNAPERS STEAL E. H. MALLON’S DAUGHTER.
¢ Little Girl Known as the “Billion-dollar Tot” Mysteriously

Disappears From Her Home at Newstead: Fa-
' ther Sure She Has Been Abducted.
“SENTINEL’S” CAMERA MAN ARRESTED AS
Ly SUSPECT.
Frank Hawley, Staff Photographer of Sensational Journal,
-Sneering and Defiant Under Third Degree. Po-
lice Confident He Is Kidnaper.
_ There followed a long, detailed account of the disap-
pearance of little Majorie, and an extra column devoted

of the deepest dye.

The camera man guessed that this little tribute was
Gale’s work; and, although he did not enjoy being abused
in ptint, Hawley’s face was wreathed in smiles, and he
- waved the paper above his head like a madman, and danced
up and down the floor of his cell in a paroxysm of joy.
There was good cause for his exultatian. The pictures
- =his precious snapshots—had proved failurés, after all.
eo One ef them had probably been so spoiled in the Daily
: News photo-engr aving room that it had been useless alto-
- gether, for there was no sign of it in the
‘ other one, which stared at him from the. center

 

to recognize the. features of little, Miss Mallon.

airing ioe a black eee:

spe a sas fiasco. Fee

few seconds 1 later, when pene nee re

TOP WEI

After two hours of persistent effort to wring a confes-

subject except in your presence, Mr. Mallon,

especially to Prank Hawley, and describing him as a rascal _

paper, and the ~
of the |
front. page, had turned out so-badly that it was impossible.

ment.

‘clear. ;
The bare outline was there, let the background of the
picture was perfect, but the face. af Majorie Mallon was

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somewhat and was gazing at the picture again, he made a
discovery which caused him to jump excitedly to his feet,
and, rushing to the barred door of shake it fran-
tically like a wild beast trying to break down its cage.
“What's the matter with
coming. down the corridor.
young feller?

his cell,
yer?” growled the turnkey,
“Why don’t you keep quiet,
Do you think it’s going to do you a bit of
good to earry on like that?. That door
you are, and you can’t get out,
shake.”

“I don’t want to get out,”
man.. “I want Mr. Mallon.
him quick! I’ve got something to tell
daughter—something important.
that I must see him at once.”

The turnkey believed that the prisoner’s nerve had
broken down and that he desired to confess, so he lost no
time in communicating the camera man’s request to the
head of the detective bureau.

The latter called up Mr. E. H. Mallon on the telephone,
and urged him to come down to headquarters immedi-
ately, as the prisoner wanted to make a statement of some
sort and might be on the verge of confession.

When he heard that, the millionaire, needless to say,
reached there as fast as his high-power touring car could
bring him.

He, the chief of police of Newstead, and the six. pri-
vate detectives burst excitedly into the inspector’s private
office.

is stronger than
no matter how hard you

gasped the excited camera
For Heaven’s sake send for
about his

Please send word to him

him

“Has he told where my little girl is?” asked the mil-
lionaire eagerly.
“Not yet. He says hé won’t say a single word on the

If

chief of the detective bureau. “He’ claims that he’s got

something of the greatest importance to communicate..

I'll have him brought up here,”

He touched a button, and when a uniformed policeman —
answered the summons, bade him bring Hawley from his

cell,

“Well, sir,” cried: Mr. Mallon, with feverish eagerness,
as the camera man entered the room.
say to me? Haye you decided to confess?”

“Not exactly, Mr. Mallon,”
a smile, “But I believe I’ve discovered a good clew to the
identity of your daughter’s kidnaper. - Take a look at this
picture, please.”
ward the father of the missing girl.

_ A scowl came to the latter's face, and he dinierily waved
away the paper.

“T don’t want to see that, ” he growled.
what you have to tell me.’

“What I have to tet! wou,’ ‘ait, is based upon this sninerblin’ a

of your daughter which I took at Newstead Manor -yes-
terday,”

will observe that, although the subject herself is so indis-

   

tinct as to be unrecognizable, the background is perfectly _
‘Take a look, Mr. Mallon, at that seaeg of Spite ma
Don’t you see something there?”

The millionaire stared hard at the ae to which the, ex:
“cited camera man pointed,

   
  

 

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replied the prisoner, with —

He held out the copy of the News to- i
“J want.to cnaee ws

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to one that this! person is the one who kidnaped your
daughter, and that he was hiding behind the bushes wait-
ing to pounce out-on her after I had got through taking
the pictures and had gone away.”

Mr. Mallon snatched the paper from the camera man’s
hand, and examined the picture eagerly. The others
crowded around him, and looked over his shoulder.

“By Jove! He is right. There is somebody there hid-
ing behind the bushes!” cried the millionaire excitedly,
“but the face is so indistinct that it is not recognizable.”

“Tt is indistinct in the newspaper reproduction, sir,” cried
Hawley, “but in the original it will be much clearer. If
you could send to the. News office for the original photo-
graph.”

“I'll go around there and get it myself,” cried Mr.
Mallon. “My car is downstairs. No time is to be lost.
Will you allow this young man to accompany us, inspec-
tor?”

“Sure,” assented the chief of the detective bureau. “I’m
going along with you myself, so I’m not afraid he'll man-
age to escape during the trip.”

The automobile dashed through the streets at a speed
which would have resulted in their arrest by more than
one traffic-squad policeman if it had not been for the
presence of the inspector.

A few minutes later they arrived at the Daily News
office and were ushered into the presence of the manag-

/ ing editor.

“Have you the original print of this snapshot, sir?” de-
manded the inspector of the latter. “This gentleman here
is Mr. Mallon himself, and he wants to see it.”

“Why, sure,” replied the managing editor, looking calmly

at the millionaire. “You are welcome to look at it, sir;

but I am.afraid it won’t do you much good. Unfortu-
nately we had an accident with the negative, and the pic-
ture has turned out so badly as’ to be almost useless. I
suppose you noticed how wretchedly it appeared in the
paper this morning?”

Sse ae eee ere

nisin

Without answering him, the millionaire took the photo-
-. graph from his hand, and he and the little group eagerly
examined the figure crouching behind the bushes in the
background of the picture.

“The face is quite distinct here,” cried Mr. Mallon ex-
citedly. “There can’t be any doubt about the identity of
this fellow. It’s Tokomo, the Japanese valet, whom I dis-

_ charged last year for dishonesty.”

He turned angrily toward his private detectives.

“T gave strict orders that he was never to be allowed to
enter the grounds,” he said sternly. “How did he get in?”

“He may have climbed over the fence, sir,” replied one

of the men. “I remember that when he was in your em-
ploy, sir, he was always nosing around those patent bur-
_ glar alarms, so he may have discovered a way of getting
over the fence without setting them off.”
“He must be caught at once,” cried the millionaire fran-
tically. “I feel quite sure that it was he who‘ kidnaped
my little girl.” ies @

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eMtuah Hawley felt sure that Tokomo, the discharged
Japanese valet, was responsible for the disappearance of |
Majorie Mallon, it was a baffling mystery to him how the

fellow could have managed to get the child out of the
grounds ‘without being seen.

In order to do so he must have lifted her over the high
iron fence which surrounded the property—a most diffi-
cult feat to perform unobserved.

For this reason the camera man was inclined to believe
that the little girl would never again be seen alive. He
feared that Tokomo had not abducted her, but had mur-
dered her out of revenge for his dismissal by Mr. Mallon,
and had hidden her body somewhere on the estate.

It was with great relief, therefore, that he learned next
day that the child had been found alive. The Jap had
hidden her in a disused portion of the subcellar of the
Manor. His knowledge of the layout of the house had
enabled him to select this place as a spot where she could
be imprisoned for days without her whereabouts being
discovered.

He had placed enough food within her reach to enable
her to avoid actual starvation for some time. His plan
was to imprison her there, make his departure from the
estate without being observed, and then, by anonymous
communications, to extort a large sum of money from her
father for revealing the whereabouts of the little girl.

Fortunately the scoundrel was caught by the police be-
fore the child had been imprisoned long enough to do her
any permanent harm, and, although he possessed the stoic
qualities of his race, the “third degree” was finally suc-
cessful in wringing a full confession from him,

Hawley heard of the recovery of the Billion-dollar Tot
from the lips of Mr. E. H. Mallon himself. f,

The latter visited the Sentinel office, and grasped the >

camera than’s hand with a fervor never before displayed
by him toward, any one connected with the press.

“My boy,” he said huskily, “how can I ever thank you
enough? If it hadn’t been for those sharp eyes of yours,
we might never have seen our little girl alive. She would
have died in that wretched hole before long. I shall re-
gard newspapers ang newspaper men in a more favorable
light from now on,

“Tf you really mean that, sir,” said Hawley eagerly,

“perhaps you wouldn’t object to my coming to Newstead |

and taking a good big picture of the Billion-dollar—I mean

~ of little Miss Majorie?”

“Come down and take the whole family, if you like?”
said Mr. Mallon enthusiastically. “Mrs. Mallon and I
and our’ little girl will always be glad to pose for you, my

-boy. I shall leave word at the lodge gates that you are to

be admitted whenever you wish to call.”
“Thank you,” replied the camera man.

scribe grass poultices for poor old Briggs.”

So the Sentinel, through Hawley, got its “beat” on the

Billion-dollar Snapshot, after all,
| THE END,

MEANING OF HALF-MAST.

Perhaps you have noticed that whenever a prominent
person dies, especially if he is connected with the gov-

ernment, the flags on public buildings are hoisted only —
part of the way up. This is called “half-mast.” Did you
ever stop to think what connection there could be be-
tween a flag that was not properly hoisted and se death

ofa great man?

ae er ‘since ‘flags were used in war ‘ uae been the cus- ie

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tom to have the flag of the superior or conquering nation
above that of the inferior or vanquished. When an atmy
bog found itself hopelessly beaten it hauled its flag down far
enough for the flag of the victors to be placed above it
on the same pole. This was a token not only of submis-
\ sion, but of respect.
a In ‘those days, when a famous soldier died, flags were
5 lowered out of respect. to his memory. The custom long
ze ago passed from purely military usage to public life of
i‘ all kinds, the flag flying at half-mast being a sign that
: the dead man was worthy of universal respect. The
space left above it is for the flag of the great conqueror
of all—the angel of death.

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ie A FIGHT WITH CANNIBALS.
At the end of August, many years ago, I was on the
Island of Annatom, one of the New Hebrides group in

the South Pacific Ocean, waiting an opportunity to return
to Sydney, in Australia.

4 A new trading station had recently been established
Aj at Tanna, one of the same group of islands, and having
cn business there, I decided to land at that point.

I was rowed ashore in a small boat by two of the sailors,
one of whom, a native of Annatom, was to act as interpre-
ter for me in obtaining a supply of yams for the ship.
Several natives were waiting for us.

 

While I stood trading with the natives one of their
number, who had remained in the background closely
watching my movements, suddenly advanced toward my
interpreter, and in a very ‘earnest manner began’ talking
rapidly to him, frequently looking at me. Several times
ihe pointed toward the interior of the island, at the same
time -making signs and gestures.

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My interpreter explained that the man was one of a tribe
of natives living in the part of the island which he had
designated. This tribe, he said, had accumulated a large
stock of sandal wood of the most valuable kind, which
they were anxious to sell, but owing to the-hostility of
another tribe living between them and the sea coast with
whom they were at war, it was impossible to get the
wood to the shore.

   
  
  
  
  
   
  

He urged me strongly to accompany him into the in-
terior to see the wood, assuring me that I should be con-
ducted there and back in perfect safety. -

_ The native’s manner was apparently so sincere that I
decided to trust him, though I was aware of the treacher-
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I made an appointment to meet the man the next morn-
Ang soon after sunrise, at the place where we were then
standing.

Before going to bed that night I cleaned and loaded three
-_ six-shooters, besides sharpening a large knife that I al-

ways carried with me.

Before dawn the next day I was up and dressed. My
costume consisted of a thick, felt coat and pantaloons,. both

 

  

of the same material covered my head.

   

and carried the third revolver in the right pocket of my
‘coat, ready for any emergency. With eighteen shots I
believed that I stood a very fair chance against any num-
ber of savages.

   

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- garments being arrowproof. A broad-brimmed slouch hat’

I placed in my belt two of my revdlyere and my knife,
. flying through the trees.

' coat, while others just grazed my head. Bs Ke
This proved that thé scoundrels were nearer, and fur-
thermore that they were not disposed to let me go so ©

After breakfast I went on shore, leaving orders with
the mate to be on the alert and come to my assistance
should ‘he hear the report of my pistol.

Awaiting my coming on the beach I found my guide.
But he was not alone.. With him was another native,
whose appearance and manner did not in the least please
me. But, though I was annoyed at, this unexpected addi-
tion to our party, I decided to go on.

I gdve the signal for the natives to lead the way, and
followed, keeping a short distance in the rear.

Thrusting both hands into my coat, I firmly grasped the
pistol that lay in my right pocket, with the full determina-
tion to fire at the slightest indication of treachery.

For the first half mile our road lay through a thick

undergrowth of bushes about waist high. The guides
went steadily and silently on, following a footpath that
had been trodden by the natives.

With my eyes fastened intently upon them I did not
closely observe where we were going, until suddenly we
entered a thick forest of immense trees with an almost im-
penetrable growth of shrubs, through which a footpath
had been cut.

With a stronger hold upon my pistol, I kept on, keeping
my gaze fastened upon them as well as the density of the
foliage would permit. |

We had proceeded in this way for almost a quarter

of an hour when, catching my foot in a small branch that
lay in my path, I stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Upon regaining my feet I looked for my guides. They
had disappeared as completely as if the earth had opened
and swallowed them. -

I shouted.
stillness. I held my breath and listened. All was as silent
as the grave.

The suspicion which had haunted my mind since I first
started from the shore now became a conviction. I realized
that I had been decoyed into the dense forest, to be
slaughtered and deyoured by these hideous cannibals.

I turned to go back. I had proceeded but a few steps
when a shower of arrows, followed by a dozen wooden
spears, came whizzing around me.

The thick growth of the forest served me as a protection,
and none of the missiles struck me. Looking in the di-
rection whence they came I saw but a short distance from
me a hideously painted figure crouching behind a large tree.

I raised. my pistol and fired full at it.

The woods rang with frightful yells as the savage
straightened himself up and then fell backward to oe
ground.

Only the sound of my own voice broke the

From amid the brush and shrubs where they had ai nie

concealed a dozen naked creatures rushed toward me. I
fired one shot after another in quick succession, until my

‘revolver was emptied. With screams of rage and cowardly

fear they fell back, and again concealed themselves in
the brush. - reat

Drawing a second revolver from my belt I pushed my
way as rapidly as the thick undergrowth would permit,

but a short distance when another shower of arrows came
Some of the arrows stuck in n my

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easily. I stopped and discharged two shots in the direc- faded in the distance, a shiver of horror swept over me, 4
tion in which I supposed they lay concealed, for I saw

nothing, and, turning, ran wildly ahead.
As long as my ammunition held,out and I could keep
the savages at a distance, there was a chance of escape.
Their arrows, made of small reeds with a piece of hard
wood sharpened and fastened at one end,

But their clubs and tomahawks were dan-

were compafa-
tively harmless. '
gerous, and my great peril lay in coming to close quar-
ters with them.

All at once my feet became entangled in a bough thrown
across the path, and I fell at full length on my face. I
believed then that I was lost.

_ Tearing myself from the bush I arose on one knee, and
saw, a few- feet in advance of me, the savage who had
decoyed me into this villainous trap—his club held high
above his head, just ready to dash my brains out.

which even in
at his naked

| threw: myself back, raised my pistol,
my fall I had retained, and fired straight
. breast. .He threw up his. hands, staggered, and fell, dead,
to the ground,
The yells of the savages were deafening as they dis-
charged another flight of arrows.
My ‘hat had fallen off, leaving my head and face ex-
posed. I tried to protect them with ‘my hand and arm,
‘when an arrow struck’ me. in the back of my neck, mak-
ing an ugly, painful wound, and remained there. I tore it
away, and ran for my life, with a wild desire to gain
the open ground at least.

Evidently I had killed this one, for the savages ceased

pursuing me, and gathered around their dead companion.

A ray of sunlight, glancing through the trees, fell across
Looking ahead, I saw that I was nearly out of
This gave me hope and courage, and I

_ my path.
the forest.
rushed on.

In a moment or two [had left the woods behind: and

_ soon I heard the dull roaring of the sea breaking on the

shore.

No other sound broke the stillness, and I fancied myself
Just as I was congratulating myself on my  fortu-
nate escape) from out the scrub, into which they had stealth-
ily crept, five or six of the savages sprang up and blocked
my passage. ; ;

It was evident. thai they imagined I had exhausted all
my ammunition, for they came\ boldly toward me. I
backed up against an old stump of a tree, my revolver
concealed in. my coat pocket, and waited for them to ap-
oProach.

When they had ‘come within a few yards of me I

ae quick aim at one who appeared to be the leader, and.

discharged my pistol. He. fell, and I fired in rapid suc-
cession at two others of the party.

‘Screaming and howling, they left me, and carrying
with them their dead and wounded disappeared into the
ask

Be ‘Golldered the path. tedeas to the shore, ‘Coming out
at the low bush, I heard the shouts of white men. I dis-
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as the terrible fate that might have been mine rose vividly
before me. C

[ had, learned a lesson in the character of the
natives that stood me in good service for the remaining
fourteen months that I was engaged in the sandal-wood

however,

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WHAT WE WASH WITH.

One of the few inventions that are not ascribed to for-
eign ingenuity 1s that common household article soap.
It is said that the ancient Britons were the first makers
of soap, and that the Romans, when they conquered this i
island, took the invention back with them to Italy. —

Most of what. we wash with is made from fat, but in 4 ¥
foreign lands there are natural soaps. There is the soap
root of Spain, the soap berry of Chili, and the bark of
the Peruvian soap tree. At a little town in Mexico soap ay
actually takes the place of copper coinage! In another ae

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part of the same South American republic the inhabitants ae
eat soap, finding much nourishment therein. ie
The French term for soap, “savon,” by the way, owes ae
its origin to the town: of Savona, in France, where vast qe
quantities of the matérial were formerly manufactured. a3
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THE WHITE BIRCH. ey a
One of our most attractive and useful trees is the white af.
birch. It is a very common thing here in New England ak
to see the white birches stripped of their outer bark, 4 4
with black, unsightly rings where silver coverings should © |
be. Those who strip the bark not only spoil the appear- — ay
ance of the birch trees, but also inflict a seriotis wound |
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upon the tree, sttinting its growth, and in some cases, if
the cutting is deep enough, killing the trees entirely.
[t is often a great temptation for scouts to peel off the
bark, both because it is so éasy to do and because it forms
an attractive souvenir and may be used for some practical
(?) purpose. These temptations should be restricted,
however, and the next time a scout is so tempted, stop.
If you have in mind the making of some article in which | *.
birch bark is necessary, try to get it from some fallen
tree, or, at least, one which is deep in the woods and out —
of sight; also take only the very outermost layer, for if
you feel it necessary to partly destroy the beauty of the
tree it is certainly not necessary to. want to kill, it.

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Dissolved radium salts to an exceptional degree exists
in the mineral springs of the New York State Reservation,
at Saratoga Springs, according to the United States bureau |
of mines, which has submitted to the State reservation —

 
   
     
   
   
   
       
 
    
 
 

 
 

of the wells now owned by the State. It is further stated
that the springs are peculiar in carrying considerably more
than a trace of barium, an element Spek associated with
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Digs Way Out of Jail to Find He is Pardoned.
It may be recalled that following the investigation into
the bomb outrages of 1909, at Cettinje, several ex-cabinet
ministers were implicated. They included the former

premier, M. Andreas Radovics, a cousin of King Nicholas, -

and the former foreign minister, Michalo Juvanovics, who
were sentenced to.i5 years in the terrible fortress of
Youssouvatcha, charged with conspiracy to assassinate the
king.

When Scutari fell into the possession of the Monte-
negrins recently, King Nicholas pardoned the conspirators,
of course including his cousin; Radovics. The news was
taken to the prison, but Radovics did not rejoice with
his liberated companions. An examination of the cell
in which he had been confined revealed the reason.

It seems that for the last eight months Radovics had
been industriously engaged in digging his way out of
prison, and was just on the point of making his escape
when Scutari fell and the pardon came.

Swung Clubs 107 Hours; Slept 28.

After swinging Indian clubs for 107 hours—4%4 days—
witnout a break, at Aldershot, England, Tom Burrows,
the Australian athlete, went to sleep for 28 hours—from
five o’clock one morning until nine a. m. the next day.

Burrows intended to go on swinging for 112 hours, but,

at the tenth hour his difficulty in keeping awake increased
in spite of the diversions that were devised for him, His
friends suggested the administration of oxygen, but to
this he refused to consent. As the preparations proceeded
he swtng the clubs so as to keep his friends away. An
effort to grasp his wrists resulted in the clubs falling from
his hands.

Not knowing what he was doing, Baeraers struck a non-

_ commissioned officer a heavy blow on the forehead and then
hit, out wildly around him. Evertually, falling from the
platform among several officers, he sank to the floor and
fell fast asleep. In a little while he was carried home still

sleeping, and he did not awake until the following morn-
ing. Burrows has established a world’s record. He
has been a club swinger since he was 13, and he is now 44.

Burrows, who looked well, said later: “I knew I had

‘nearly come to the end of my tether shortly after one
- o'clock on Saturday morning, for fatigue fever made its

presence felt by large blisters, which first formed on
the wrists and then all over my body. I did not want to
take oxygen, because I did not think it would be fair to
attain a record by its aid.

“YT feel much better able to stand a strain since I turned

forty. That may be because I have practiced regularly

since. I was fourteen. The medical profession, both in
England and Australia,:say I helped my heart duritg my
exhibitions by working the clubs in unison with the heart-
beats. Doctors tell me that my life has not been short-

ened by club swinging.”

World’s Biggest Crane in Germany.
Germans usually. attribute to Americans a craze for

~ everything that is big, but Germany makes some things
bigger than any other country in the world. When the

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of 230 feet from the center.

Imperator starts on her trial trip she will bé the biggest
steamer on the ocean. Moreover, the final work on the
mammoth vessel has been done with the biggest crane in
the world, which was completed about the beginning of
April.

Hamburg broke the world’s records in cranes 25 years
ago, but it later lost this preéminence. Now a German
firm has built there a crane that can handle loads to a
maximum of 275 short tons within a radius of 113 feet,
and 120 tons within 174 feet. But its working reach is
even greater than this, for the movable arm is itself sur-
motnted by a small crane that can lift ro tons at a distance
Thus, for weights of that
size, the crane has a.total sweep of 460 feet. The machine
is operated by electricity, and only two men are required to
serve it. The chief operator in the central booth is pro-
vided with a searchlight-so as to enable him to work at
night.

German manufacturers of cranes claim that their ma-
chines excel those made in other countries, and that of
140 big cranes in the world, more than half were built
by a single German firm. .

Coaxed Off Capitol Dome.
' Rodman Law, who is known as the “human fly,” because
of his many daring exploits in climbing up the sides
of buildings, attempted to climb to the head of the God-
dess of Liberty on the Capitol’s dome, at Washington, re-
cently, while a moving-picture camera was focused on
him. Law evaded the police, crawled through a window
in the lantern, and got as far as the base of the statue
when a policeman spied him and persuaded him to come

down. Law said he found the metal cornice below the

statue so rusted that he was afraid to put his weight upon
it. If it had broken he would have fallen 217 feet! to
the Capitol roof.

Pawnee Bill Gives Bride Away.

The performance of Buffalo Bills Wild West and Paw-
nee Bill’s Far East shows was halted for a few minutes

tecently in Madison Square Garden, New York, for a

public wedding ceremony.

Mounted on their mustangs, Miss Goldie Griffiths, of
Chicago, and Harry J. Smith, of Los Angeles, were mar-
ried’ in the arena by the Reverend Robert Rein, Chaplain
of the Brooklyn Missionary Society. Major G. W-~ Lillie,
“Pawnee Bill,” gave the bride away and presented a gold
lavalliere to the couple.

Special Rates for Americans.

The habit of English newspapers of dubbitig every
American who, for any reason, worthy or otherwise, is
considered worth headlines, “An American Millionaire,” has
at last aroused a protest from Americans living in England.

The habit was never better exemplified than in a recent

case of the disappearance in London of an American
visitor. Every paper in London and most. of those in the
country came out with big headlines, in every one of —

which the words “American” and “Millionaire” were
conspicuous.

News agencies are constantly sending out

  

  

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“American Milltonaires” who,
name is

stories of the adventures of
upon investigation, prove to be some
not known outside his own home town, and who had in
all probability saved for years the few dollars that enabled
_ him to come over to England.

This habit of the English has its inconveniences for
Americans traveling or living in the country. There are
always two prices at the hotels and other places for the
“rich” American and the touring Englishman, This is
what aroused the protest of an American living in the
country. He prayed the papers to stop it, saying he found
his cost of living yery. much greater than his English
neighbor.

The man who has the greatest grievance, however, is an
Englishman who has married an American “heiress,” so
called, His name got into a list of foreigners who had
married fortunes in America, and was duly published in
England, He now explains in a letter to the papers that
his wife did not bring him a fortune, and that the prevail-
ing belief in her great wealth is causing them great em-
barrassment, not the least of which is found in the con-
stant stream of demands from the needy.

one whose

Blisters Are Worth $200,

Judge Wilson, in the second district court, sustained a
verdict recently of $200 in favor of Max. Hotez, a tailor,
of No. 33 East Houston. Street,’ New York, who sued
the New York Steamship Company because he was forced
to work as a stoker while his hands were blistered.

During the strike of steamship employees several months
ago, Hortez shipped on the New York. He explained that

he was a tailor and offered to take care of the captain’s

_. wardrobe. He, however, was sent to the hold.

“Tt “was hotter than any sweatshop I was ever in,” said
- Hotez, ‘ ‘and my hands became raw, but/they made me
work, Bak tet

eee “wits Cat” Had Quills. |
No sooner had they opened the door of a car of ice at

ri ~ Stapieton, BoE’ recently, than James Nolan and William
: Jackson closed it with a bang and sped to the office of their

i enone Patrick Brady.
8. / There’ sa wild eat in the car,” they shouted.

“Maybe fiat s. what Slike bith wild,” reptled Brady, who

a cool, being a wholesale iceman. x
“i re he and the others Bt: axes cand went to

-and a writer of considerable force.

“We saw

race meeting in 80 years, and for 4o years he (lodged during’
his visits with a cowkeeper in Sheffield Lane. He was
generous and popular, but was known to his friends as a
little eccentric.

Speaking of his church building, it is known that he
restored 20 or 30 old church edifices, and spent on them ©
some $1,500,000. In regard to his eccentricities, he often
wore half a dozen coats, which he shed singly as he got
too warm, and:dropped them by the roadside. He caused
a sensation some nine years ago by making a charge of
forgery against Lady Sykes, The latter’s eccentricities
also caused some comment. She was a brilliant woman,

The heir of Sir Tatton Sykes is his son, Lieutenant
Colonel Mark Sykes. 1p

Pirates Came as Passengets.
A remarkable story of piracy on the high seas has

been given by Captain Sandeman, the Hongkong agent af.

the Imperial Merchant Service Guild of Liverpool. Ac- a

cording to Captain Sandeman’s statement some 60 Chi- —

nese pirates under the guise of passengers, but armed
to the teeth, boarded the Tai On, owned by a. Hongkong —
firm of merchants, registered under the British flag, and
under the command of Captain Holmes. The vessel was
bound for West River. At Capsimum Pass the pirates on
a prearranged signal secured the captain, chief officers, —
and engineer, One sailor who offered resistance was shot
dead, and the man at the wheel,
the ship’s head to the shore, was also killed.
Mr. Cornwall,
time of the attack, and,

volyers leveled at him. Seeing that resistance was futile, oe

Mr. Cornwall surrendered to the Chinese, many of whom —

wore European clothing and spoke perfect English. After —

looting thé vessel of £13,000 worth of goods the pirates. pa

ran the ship ashore on Kongshut Bank, disabled the engines, ut

and made off inland. The Imperial Service Guild intend:

to raise the matter in the House of Commons.

‘ Weay of

Saw Capital in Eight Hours, Uy

Two English knights went to Washington recently, ceallh ;

on President Wilson and other public men, visited seve

of the show places of the city without the aid of

ber-neck eeee "and gent to New York that aftern

that aad hardly. be extesiled: by the most rapid ugh
seeing American, They were in Washington eight hours.
The visitors were Sir William Treloar, who was lord _

“mayor of London in 1907, and Colonel Sir William

is he celebration: of one Sole years: of. peace aes i
© Beals “sc aaing nations, and Felt, ies would be oe

“ate | States. .

Vice

Arriving early in alee

dah after breakfast and

White | House, Capitol,
ington Monument, and_ were 1 ce ri
residen sh i, pe Clar

 

who refused to turn

chief officer, was in his cabin at the ; : eS
rushing out on hearing. ‘the hae
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tinguished men. It surprised them to find such real democ-
racy in Washington, even after al] they had heard. They
expressed the opinion that it would take four months to
atrange for seeing in London persons of rank equal to
those upon whom they had called. The visitors were im-
pressed particularly with President Wilson, Secretary
Bryan, and Speaker Clark, and said they thought General
Wood was “a fine man.”

Their conversation with the president lasted only a few
minutes. Mr. Wilson asked them about their visit to Amer-
ica, and told them he had always been a close student of
English affairs.

Hatpin Under Austrian Ban,

The ministry of railways in Austria have issued an order

that women wearing such unprotected hatpins shall not be
permitted to tide on the Austrian state railways until
they have removed the perilous pin. The management of
the Vienna municipal tramways have gone eyen further
in directing tramcar conductors to compel such offenders
to leave the car immediately. If they refuse, the conduc-
tor will call in the police to remove them by force.
. Some months ago an order was issued that conductors
should request women to remove their hatpins when
these threatened to prove dangerous to the other passen-
gers. But the conductors apparently were unwilling to
engage in acrimonious dissensions with women passengers
over the length of their hatpins, and the order produced
no effect. And so to make it easier for the conductors,
they are now directed simply to turn out the wearers of
long hatpins the moment they step on the car.

Whether the conductors will prove equal to their new
police duties is another question. Probably the fair Vien-
nese will continue to ride on the municipal tramways
whether their hatpins be long or short, and protected or not.

Frog Skin to Heal Wound,

W. A. Speck, a farmer, living near Ames, laws, had a
growth that extended almost across his back a year ago,
and it was thought he had only a short time to live. He
is well to-day, but the place where the growth was is
covered with the greenish skin of frogs.

When the growth was removed in a Des Moines hospital °

‘it left a large wound. Doctor J. E. Adamson, of Ames,
- grafted the skins of several frogs over ‘the wound. The
amphibian epidermis seems to be a success.

Hawaiian’ School System Improves,

Japanese pupils form the nost numerous element in the —

Hawaiian schools, and they are increasing at .a more rapid
rate than any other race, according to a statement by Gov-
-ernor Walter F. Frear receiyed at the United States bu-
reau of education. The Japanese now have a considerable
‘Yea ad in the school population, with over 31 per cent of the
total ; the Portuguese follow with a little less; than 17 per
‘cent; the Hawaiians come next with 14 per cent;
‘Hawaiians comprise 14 per cent; Chinese 11 per cent, and

call other nations or races 12 per cent.
Governor Frear gives other interesting in formation about
> "Hawaii's schools. He shows how, after the establishment _
»f the territorial government in 1900, the public schools
ared badly until 1907, when, with increasing prosperity
islands, more ample provision was made for edu-

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in the number of teachers, in salaries, and
efficiency.

Industrial schools that are partially self-supporting
a feature of the Hawaiian system.
institutions, and, in addition, the Normal School, the
College of Agriculture and Mechanical Arts, two high
schools, and 15 schools of elementary grade. A number
of these maintain city or county governments condueted
by the pupils for practice in citizenship, and patriotic exer-
cises are emphasized.

There are now nearly 30,000 children in the Hawaiian
schools; about twice as many as there were at the time
the territorial government was established, twelye years
ago. The territory last year spent $582,536 for education,
and the counties themselves $47,709 additionally. These
figures are excltsive of expenditures for the College of
Hawaii, which now occupies a permanent site in the sub-
urbs of Honolulu and has graduated its first class.

The Hawatlian schools are up to the American practice
in length of term; their school year is thirty-eight weeks.
Attendance is compulsory from 6 to 17 years of age, the
limit having been raised a year ago, the average last year
being 86 per cent of the enrollment. In this and other
respects the schools of Hawaii compare fayorably with the
best in the United States.

in general

are
There are three such

United States Army Aviator is Killed by Fifteen-foot Fall.

Lieutenant J. D. Park, of the Fourteenth Cavalry, a mili-
tary aviator, was killed by a fall at Olive, nine miles north
of Santa Ana, Cal., recently.

Lieutenant Park was making a flight from San Diego
to Los Angeles, and landed at Olive because of the heavy
mist. After sending
tin in Los Angeles, he resumed his flight, and in ascending
dashed into a tree. He fell only fifteen feet, The radiator
of his motor crushed his head. Death was instantaneous.

Lieutenant Park is the seventh commissioned officer
to be killed in this country. He entered the military acad-
emy from Rhode Island and saw service in the Philippines.
He has a brother in charge of the fortifications at Corregi-
dor.

Man a Mystery After Six Yeats in Asylum,

Officials of the Rochester, Minn., State Hospital for the
Insane haye interested the navy desartment at Washington
in an endeavor to ascertain the identity of a man who has
been a patient in the institution for six years. The man,
unconscious and nearly dead, was ‘picked up on the rail-
road tracks near Waseca, and | in the following April was
committed to the asylum.

can recall his life in the United States navy. ;
From gestures and signs that he makes with his left
hand, his right side being paralyzed, he has indicated that
he was an officer in the navy. As he has been laboriously |
writing the initials Ey. C, R.,” it is believed that those are
the initials of his name, but he is unable to give any idea
of what the letters stand for. He has also made it plain
to the asylum | officials that he entered the United States -
Naval Academy at Annapolis when a, boy, and served i in. A the sf
_nayy for many years. e
Also that he had been commissioned to carry Seta
documents from Washington to San Francisco, and that
it was while on hig return trip, and after, leaving Minne-
apalis, wa, he was Reiter: Hiren | or. : fell. em. the ‘train

 

a telephone message to Glenn Mar- ~

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near Waseca. His continued declaration that he has been
in the navy has led Doctor A, F. Killbourn, of the State
hospital to take up the matter with the navy department.
Every description possible, Doctor Killbourn says, including
finger prints, has been sent to the department.

| Vainly Throws His Child to the Wolves.

A terrible story of a father’s desperate act in throwing

his child to the wolves is related in St. Petersburg, Russia.

A peasant named Grusneijoff, accompanied by his wife
and four-year-old child, it is stated, was traveling by sleigh
to Volchuni. Toward dusk, when only a few miles from
the town, he suddenly came on a pack of wolves.

Grusneijoff’s wife, in her terror, suggested that he should
appease the famished beasts by flinging them the child.
This, however, the man at first refused to do, continuing to
belabor his horses.

At length, however, seeing that the wolves were gaining
on the sleigh, he flung the child into the road. His sacri-
fice was in vain, for the wolves discarding the living bundle,
flew to the attack with renewed fury, and at length dragged
the peasant from the sleigh.

“When the horses arrived\in the town the woman was
found lying unconscious in the sleigh.

The child, which had not suffered the slightest injury,
was found lying peacefully sleeping on the road.

Shot in Amateur Drama.

In the presentation of a drama at Sharon, Pa., recently,
given by amateurs under the auspices of a local lodge,
the heroine, Miss Nina Shaffer, when heaping invectives
on the head of the villain, lost consciousness. In the ex-
citement, Frederick McIntyre, who played the villain, ac-
cidentally shot himself in the left hand with a revolver.
The show ended abruptly.

Reptieved to Aid Family.

Earl Lindsey, an aviator flying under the name of Earl
Warmouth, sentenced to life imprisonment for attacking a
little girl in Colfax, obtained three months recently in
which to provide for his family. i

The supreme court postponed a rehearing of the case
until fall, with the consent of Attorney General Cosson,
upon the representations of Lindsey’s attorney that he had
several aviation contracts for the summer, the proceeds of

_ which would be turned over to his family.

Bad Year for Sugat Trust.

Net earnings of the American Beet Sugar Company for
the year ended March 31, 1913, amounted to only 37% per
cent on the $15,000,000 common stock, | as compared with

;

net was only $881,055, as against $2,325,573. Nothing was

allowed for depreciation, whereas $756,972 was marked off.

_ for that purpose the previous year. — iz

Suspect Monkey Burglar.
_ Some hard-pressed organ-grinder has turned burglar and

is using his trained monkey as an accomplice, according

- to the theory advanced by the police. of Chicago to ac-
count for certain mysterious robberies committed recently
in the northern part of that city and in Evanston.

_ The burglarious monkey—if it was a monkey—recently
eee the home ‘of H. B. ‘Wheelock, of Evanston. shee

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footprints were discovered on a window sill and the heavy
shoe marks of a man on the ground below.

“Tt. was about midnight when I heard ‘a! voice at the
open window,” said Mrs. Wheelock. “Then I heard a
squeal and a soft thud as the animal leaped to the top of
the bureau. This was followed by angry squealing. My |
husband was awakened. I heard a tray in which I keep’
a few trinkets being slid across the bureau. My husband
leaped from bed and groped toward the electric-light
switch. As he reached the switch the animal gave a shriek
and scrambled out of the window.”

The police theory is that the owner figured that the
monkey would grasp any glittering object it might come
upon. The squeals were accounted for on the theory that
the rope was jerked so violently as to anger the simian
burglar.

Astor House Will Pass into History.

The Astor House, in New York, for years the ‘most
famous hotel in the United States, and whose guests in-
clude the fashionables, diplomats, and statesmen of two
continents, closed its doors on May 29,-and will probably
be razed to make way for the new Broadway subway.

The hotel and property which it occupies is owned jointly |
by Vincent Astor and William Waldorf Astor. Vincent
Astor has asked $1,000,000 for his half of the property. It
has been suggested that the city buy the entire property,
using as much as is needed for the subway, and the re-
mainder for the new post office.

In 1742 Adam Vanderburg owned a race course on the
site now occupied by the Astor House and the adjoining
Woolworth Building, the world’s tallest building. The first
John Jacob Astor later acquired the property, partly for
residential and partly for speculative purposes. At that
time it was considered almost the outpost of civilization in
the western world Several years later Astor erected the
hotel on what is now Broadway, Vesey, and Barclay
The new hostelry was so far uptown at that time
that failure was considered certain, especially when the
rates of $3 a day were announced. But the investment
proved lucrative and the house soon became the rendez-
vous of society and prominent politicians.

“Tuckey Trotting” Held Criminal.

“Bunny-huggers” and “turkey-trotters” are faced with
jail in Germany, just like the more dangerous “criminals”.
who wear projecting hatpins in Berlin. A workman in.
Bernburg and the wife ofa comrade with whom he in-
dulged in the forbidden German equivalent, the “Schiebe-
were arrested for the offense. The man was sen-
tenced to six months in jail and the woman to a a fine of |
50 marks or six days’ imprisonment.

siuatle for Saving Boy. :
_ Many boys were at play in East River Park, at the foot
of East Eighty-ninth Street, New York, recently, when _
shouts that a boy had fallen into the river was heard.
Gardeners with rakes and other park attendants with ropes

ran to the river front. The wails of the boy in the water

could be heard above the shouts of the children on shore.

A thirteen-year-old lad, William Erlich, of 410 East |

‘Eighty-eighth Street, got to the river front before any of

the park attendants. He saw a boy some four years old
struggling-with the waves of a passing ferryboat. Yo oung

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how he did it he could not tell, but within a minute he had
the boy by the both were clinging to “ pier.
Park attendants then pulled both the boys out.

“Nowyrun home,” said one of the attendants to the
Erlich boy. “You're a brave lad. If you hadn’t jumped

, that little boy would have drowned.”

The boy ran to his mother.
fallen into the river, for his mother
that she had not bélieved his story.

That night a reporter called at the Erlich apartment
and testified to the boy’s,heroism. That changed the at-
mosphere around the Erlich home, and thirteen-year-old
William was immediately brought from his bed and made
much of.

coat, and

He was spanked for having
admitted afterward

Saved from Taxes by Seventh Child.

An addition to his family has just saved M. Jean Navettt,
of Toulon, France, from prosecution and perhaps the work-
house.

He had so many mouths to fill that he was unable to
pay his taxes. When the tax collector called with a final
demand, Navetti met him with a helpless repetition of his
inability to pay.,

“T have six children,” he said,
so high.”

“Now, 1f. you had seven,”

“and the cost of living is

said the collector, “you would

be exempt from payment.”

As he said the words, one of the children ran into the
room. “Daddy, there is a new baby,” he said. The news
proved to be true, and the new ; arrival had paid the taxes.

“Mary Ann” Who Denied Athletes Pie, Passes Away.

Mrs. Mary Ann Ingham, said to have been the’ creator
of the ham-and-egg sandwich, and known to students at
the University of Chicago merely as “Mary Ann,” died
Twenty years ago she had a small restaurant in
one corner of the university athletic field and soon ac-
quired a large patronage among the students on account
of ‘the excellence of her sandwiches and pastry.

“She knew every athlete who was in training, and al-
ways refused to sell pies to those who were trying to make
said Dean James Weber Linn, of the
“I remember ‘that she
once ‘called down’ Fred Hall, the old two-miler, when he
asked for pie while in training and refused to sell him

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any pastry.”

Well, Why Don’t They Move the Grand Stand? |
President Barrow, of the International League, recently

_ awarded the protested Buffalo-Baltimore game, played at
Baltimore April 28, to Buffalo by a score of 8 to 7, The

Buffalo Club had protested the game because of the
umpire’s refusal to allow a run to score in the tenth inning
_ when, with the bases full, a wild throw by Pitcher Roth
_ihit the grand stand.

_ Upon investigation after the game, says President Rik.
TOW, it was shown that the grand stand in Baltimore is

- considerably less than 90 feet from the home plate, in
which case the playing rules proyide that a runner may
"score from third base, without being ‘ ‘put out.”

Wooden Leg Makes Him King of Brazil Tribe.
Away down on, the Rio Madero River, in Brazil, Cari-

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. pos in that part of the® world. William Culkin, engineer

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of the Madero-Momare Railroad, made it. Culkin has ar-
York after an absence of fourteen years.

“Caripuna Pete lost a leg through the bite of a snake,”
Culkin explained. “I made the artificial leg of two blocks
of cedar with a rawhide kneecap.

Pete was made chief of his tribe because he had a
totem pole attached permanently to him.

“Before I left I heard he had lost another leg, and was
wearing two artificial limbs. I can hardly imagine the ar-
rogance Peter is displaying now.”

rived in New

Bats and Mosquitoes,

Doctor C. A. Campbell has proved, to the satisfaction of
himself and others, that bats may be used to clear a com-
munity or locality of mosquitoes.

Doctor Campbell erected bat roosts at places infested
with mosquitoes and so thoroughly did the bats do their
work that the pests were completely eradicated. The main
bat roost is on the shore of Mitchell’s Lake, near San
Antonio. It accommodates countless thousands of bats,
and they are increasing in great numbers eyery year. The
walls are slatted, so as to permit free entrance and exit
of the bats. The interior is fitted with wire netting, in
which the, bats hang.

One bat, according to Doctor Campbell, eats 260 mos-
quitoes a night, The roosts were stocked with bats ob-
tained from caves and old dwellings near San Antonio,

Tooth Causes Brain Disease, Killing Man.
Physicians are puzzled by the strange death of Edward
Beverly Slater, of Maryland and Virginia, who died at
Washington, D. C., of an infection of the brain, due to an
ulcerated tooth.

Slater, who was fifty years old,

entered a hospital
three months. ago suffering from what appeared to be a
minor ailment and one which, it was expected, would yield

readily to medical and dental treatment. Despite all that
could be done by practitioners of such branches of medi-
cine, the infection spread from the jaw to -the - brain.
Death resulted.

Three Bombs Set by Suffragettes,

The defeat of the female suffrage bill in the House of
Commons, in England, has aroused the militant suffragists
to a pitch of frenzy heretofore not seen in their cam-
paign for votes. As a result, three attempts were made by
the suffragist dynamite squad to blow up big buildings.

St. Paul’s Cathedral, the largest and most magnificent
Protestant church in the world,
tion by a policeman, who extinguished a rapidly burning
fuse attached to a bomb at the foot of the altar.

_A few minutes later another bomb was discovered near
the building occupied by the Star, a Liberal newspaper.
A third bomb was discovered in the business district, —
near a building occupied by a firm of wholesale chemists. —

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| Black Stallion Leads Herd of Wild Horses,

A herd of wild horses, led by a black stallion, has been ‘
seen frequently this spring in the foothills, near Stanford, —

Mont. There are about thirty horses in the herd, and,

oe aside from the leader, none is attractive in appearance.

This is believed to be the same herd that aa

; the foothills several years ago and which cowboys tried 3

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stand on hills as guards, Old settlers say that formerly
there were nearly 100 horses in the herd, which’ they be-
lieve has been divided. I

Hungry Bill’s Orders.

At twelve o’clock oné night recently, William i. Reinke
climbed out from under a panting taxicab in a garage on
West Fifty-seventh Street, New York, and remdtked he
was going to have only a light supper, for he had planned
to eat breakfast later on.

So for midnight supper he had only eight “ham-and-
egg” safidwiches, two slabs of indestructible pie, and two
quarts of coffee. This frugal repast left him in splendid
shape for his breakfast.

Just eight hours later,
walked into a restaurant and
waitress shrieked for help.
Reinke ordered:

Fifteen scrambled eggs, fifteen soft-boiled eggs, fifteen
fried eggs, fifteen hard-boiled eggs, and half a dozen
glasses of water.

Don’t laugh. That’s eggs- -actly what he ordered and
that is what he got.

Then, fourteen minutes later, he ‘called for his check.
It came to $4, but Reinke paid without a murmur.

“Now I'll go home,” he said “and get some sleep. To-
night, when I get up, I’ll be hungry again.

“I don’t drink, chew, or smoke,” he continued. “My only
dissipation is eating eggs; when I want to, go out on a
spree I eat four or five dozen.”

“hungry as a bear,” he said,
ordered breakfast. a

_ Brush Hits so Hatd He Loses the Game.

Tom Brush, captain of the Erasmus Hall High School
‘baseball team, of Brooklyn, hit ‘the ball so hard in a recent
game against Stuyvesant High School that he lost the
game. After pounding out two two-baggers that put his
team in the lead, he drove one of Kranchfeld’s curves over
the ‘right-field finiee:

It was a foul ball, but it broke up the game. It was the
only ball left, and the Stuyvesant boys refused to climb
over the fence for it. So did the Erasmians, and the

Stuyvesant lads claimed the victory under the rule that.

the home team must provide sufficient balls to. last or.
out a game, or forfeit.
When this rule was pointed out to Mr’
umpire, he gave Stuyvesant a 9 to 0 victory.
.Up to the time Brush made his long wallop the score
pane 8 to 5 in favor of Erasmus.

Wilson, she

Maimed by Exploding Tite.

John Dorfer, twenty-three years’ old, a chauffeur, had
his upper jaw broken, his nose torn from his face, and
his skull fractured by the explosion of an. automobile tire
he was inflating by means of an automatic air supply at
a garage at 954 Steinway Avenue, ei Island City, N. Y.,
recently.

There was a terrific report when the tire exploded, and .

Dorfer was hurled a short distance from the machine. He
- was taken to St. John’s Hospital, where his condition is

Ra critical.

Gitl’s Long Trip to Wed. aes
Miss Martha D. Schmick, a wealthy. eighteen-year-old
New Jersey girl, sailed from Mobile, Ala., recently for

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marry. She was accompanied by her brother, Jack
Schmick, sixteen years old, who came with her from East
Orange, N. J. %

Previous to her departure Miss Schmick admitted that
she had contemplated giving up the trip.

“It was a feeling of lonesomeness, I guess,” she said,
“although I ,can’t understand it, because I have traveled
in’ Colorado and the West and never felt that way before.”

After the ceremony the bride and groom will make a
two years’ tour of the world.

Say Home is Haunted by Ghost of Murdered Girl.

Jane Adams, an eighteen-year-old girl, was murdered
five years ago by being thrown from the Million-dollar
Pier, at Atlantic City.

The murderer was never found, nor was the reason for
his act learned, thereby affording a mystery that, was ac-
centuated to-day by the girl’s family appealing to the
police to help them solve the appearances at their home
of a ghost which, they assert, bears a strong resemblance
to the murdered girl.

The Adams home is at 1915 Caspian Avenue, and on

several occasions lately the family have startled the neigh-/

borhood by leaving their home and seeking protection with
their neighbors, declaring the “ghost” or “spirit” was steal-
ing about the house.

Mary, a sister of Jane, declares she has frequently seen
a hand protrude from.closet doors, has heard queer noises
at night, and has even observed the ghost’s flight from a
closet through the room. The whole neighborhood is May:
ing an attack of fidgets.

Novel Students’ Memorial.

As a memorial of their class and for the benefit of future
students, 600 seniors in the University of Wisconsin have
decided to take life insurance policies of $100 each in the
State’s new life fund, the payments to run twenty years.

At the end of that time the amounts shall be turned into
a fund for the support of needy students.

revert to the fund.

It is expected that, with the interest accruing, about $40,-

000 will be available for worthy students at the end of
the twenty years. The ‘annual premiums are nominal.

A Frasice to Honor Peary.
The Matin, a French paper, announces that the nach

Geographical Society has decided to arrange a reception —
to Admiral Peary at the Sorbonne on June 6. It has been

a subject of much adverse comment in Paris that the

society has hitherto not seen fit to recognize Peary’s north-

pole triumph.

Cow Outruns Horse on Half-mile Track.
To settle a controversy of long standing as to their rac-

ing a bility, a contest between a cow and a pacing mare , z*.

owned by rival hotel keepers drew a big crowd to the fair
grounds, at New Richmond, Wis.

The cow is the property of Anthony Meath, proprietor _

of the Commercial, and the horse is owned by George
Cranston, of the National.
or pace, the cow to go as she pleased. It; was to be once
around the half-mile track, standing start.

The cow was a safe winner.

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4—F rank Merriwell, Jr.'s, Skill.
5—Frank Merriwell, Jr., in Idaho.
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