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If not correct you have not been TIER tu. 'h viclback.9 Bwd% Laldwe $1.25 1 COPY TWO YeEATS,.cccescsccvcces 4,00 properly credited, and should let us know at once, No. 54. NEW YORK, August 9, 1913. Price Five Cents. s Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Sportsmanship; Or, TROUBLE IN THE RANKS. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. THE CHARGING BOWLDER. “The trouble with me, Chip,” said Norris Coddington gloomily, “is that I’m fairly good at a lot of things, but nothing extra at anything.” “Why sob about that, Nod?” queried young Merriwell, with a friendly smile. “Wouldn’t you rather be a fairly proficient all-round athlete than merely a one-stunt man?” “On general principles, yes; but, during the contests this afternoon, I’d like to dazzle the crowd with a spe- cialty.” “Why this sudden desire to shine, old man?” Coddington started to answer, then seemed to think better of it, and fell silent. He flushed, jammed his hands deep into his trousers pockets, and twisted around uncomfort- ably on the bowlder on which he had seated himself. It was early Monday morning. Frank and Nod, piling out of their bunks before the rest of the Athletes had opened their eyes, had taken a bag of cold lunch and quietly let themselves out of the private car. At the Com- mercial House corral they.secured two riding horses, and galloped off in the dirction of the misty humps of Old Camelback Mountain. This mountain was really nothing more than a good- sized hill, but nature had dropped it in the midst of a dead level of desert, and not a great distance from the white-walled town. Sunday evening the sun had dropped behind Camelback with a glory that had filled all of Merri- well’s Athletes with delight and wonder. The large hump and the smaller one had seemed plated on their crests with burnished gold. Slowly the glow van- ished while purple shadows crept up the eastern slopes. The rich yellow faded to a line of bright crimson that followed the contour of the rugged hill, and then all gave way to the silver of starshine, and the last beam of sun was gone. It was on Sunday evening that Coddington had sug- ; gested to Merriwell the early-morning ride to Old Camel- back. Incidentally, Cod wanted to see the big hill at close range; mainly, however, he wanted a heart talk with Frank, and the ride would be just the thing for an ex- change of confidences. That Coddington had something on his mind, Merriwell could see with half an eye. It was something new for the big, blond third baseman to be worried about any- thing, and Merry was rather curious to have him unbosom himself. But Nod could not bring his mind to it while they were in their saddles. A near view of Camelback was rather disappointing. The queer-shaped hill was bleak and bare, and wholly un- inviting. “Now, wouldn't that frost you?” grumbled Coddington, as they reined in their horses. “Last night this uplift looked liké aichunk cut bodily out of Fairyland, but now it looks like a scorched and blasted junk heap. That’s what they call disillusionment, eh, Chip?” “Possibly,” Merry answered, with a laugh. “On the other hand, it goes to show how a blighted and -ugly hill can be beautified and transformed by one touch of sun- shine. Strikes me, Nod, there’s a lesson in that. But it’s too glorious a morning to think of lessons! Jove, what air this is to breathe! Let’s hitch to the bowlders of that little ridge and stretch our legs a bit.” . $0 the horses were secured, and the young felldws left them and climbed for a hundred feet up the smooth, steep slope. Just as they had seated themselves on a couple of small bowlders—the ‘only stones in sight for a long distance upward from the ridge—a terrific concussion 2 NEW TIP shook Old Camelback, and a muffled roar came from the opposite side of the mountain. “What the deuce is that?” cried Coddington, startled. “Must be blasting on the other side of the big hill, Cod,” Frank returned easily. Coddingly settled back on his bowlder and looked dream- ily across the desert toward the steeples and white walls of Phoenix, rising out of a solid mat of green foliage. Then, presently, he relieved himself of a cause for his discontent—his mediocrity in all-round athletics. “Well,” he remarked, after a period of uncomfortable silence, “I’d like mighty well to do something spectacular this afternoon, Chip, and I wanted to talk with you and tell you about it.” “But why?” persisted Frank. “Read that,’ said Coddington, and he took a telegram from his pocket and handed it to his companion. “It came yesterday,” he added. The message was from Flagstaff, and ran as follows: “In Phoenix to-morrow for carnival of sports. Ethel and your mother with me. We all expect something fine of you. FATHER.” A light had broken over Merriwell, He saw at once why Coddington wished to distinguish himself. “Bully!” Merriwell exclaimed. “It’s since you saw the home folks, eh, Cod?” “Haven’t seen them since they got back from Europe,” was the moody response, “and you know when that was, Chip. Since’—his voice dropped—‘“since I met you, old man, and made a square about-face in my line of conduct. been some time The governor has been expecting great things of me now. He’s daffy on sports, and he’d be tickled out of his hide to see me excel at something. He sent me a hundred dollars when I wrote him that you had selected me as a member of your team of crack amateurs—I guess he thought I] must have shown myself to be a whale at some- thing or other. I’ll be a picture, won’t I, if I can’t get a chance to show off this afternoon?” “Don’t come down on yourself so hard, Nod,” returned Frank. “You're one of the best amateur third basemen I ever saw.” “Tf there was a ball game on for the afternoon, I might handle myself tolerably well. But the governor likes the big things, won by a chap single-handed./ That’s what takes him into camp. He has no use for a loser, and the fellow that comes in second best never gets a hand from him. It’s the chap in the forefront that makes him get up, throw his hat, and yell himself blue in the face. I'll bet he thinks I’m a phenomenon, just because you saw enough in me to take me on the team. Oh, hang the luck!’ and Nod kicked his toes disgustedly in the gravel. Coddington, senior, was a railway magnate. he was so mighty in railroad circles that his son, for a time, had been in danger of becoming a snob In the re- flected power and glory of millions. But young Coddington was really a fine chap at heart, and it had taken Chip Merriwell to show him the error of his way, and to bring him around to a saner attitude of mind. Already he had redeemed himself in the eyes In fact, of his fellows at Blyfield Academy, and by his good nature, his loyalty to Chip and.the team, his. thoughtful- ness and his generous spirit he had become a prime favorite with the Athletes. TOP WEEKLY. It was a fact, however, that he had not displayed pro- nounced ability in athletics, except in taking care of his own particular corner of the diamond. He could run tolerably well, and he could throw the hammer rather 93 better than the average athlete, and he could go over the ot hurdles promisingly—but in none of the sports of track and field could he be classed as-a really prize performer. “Ethel’s your sister, is she?” queried Frank, breaking the painful silence, f Again the flush ran into Coddington’s cheeks. “T didn’t say so, did 1?” he answered, with a faint smile. a *No, Chip, | have no sister. . of a friend of my mother’s. Ethel Mayberry is a daughter’ Sometimes she takes a trip ‘ with the folks in the governor’s private car. That seems 2) 4 to be what she’s doing now, and—and———” Coddington 4a floundered a bit, only to burst out desperately: “Con- found it, Chip, you might as well know the whole of it, I’m more anxious to do something to please Ethel May= berry than I am to please the governor! Now you know ge) where I get off.” 5 eae Frank laughed. “You ald snoozer!” he exclaimed. “So that’s haw yo stack up, is it? You want to do something that will make the crowd pick you up on their shoulders and trot you around the field, just so the goyernor can throw his hat and whaop, and just so Ethel can wave her handkérchiet and feel mad with joy because she’s a friend of yours! But, mainly, you want to make a hit with Ethel.” Coddington was blushing furiously. He was a big, blond, handsome chap, and Frank couldn’t see how it was neces= “2 a ” body’s admiration. ‘But the third baseman was taking this) pretty seriously. ; i “Don’t laugh, old man,” he begged. “It’s been hard fore me to put you wise to all this, but I need your advice: How am I going to make good when I hayen’t the ability” to do it? Please crack that nut for me. [-——” . I He broke off suddenly. Another explosion had o€curred™ # on the other side of the big hill, Old Camelback had ry trembled uneasily; and then the dying echoes of the. Be be ch ipa = BS Foe S ie eae blast were caught up in a grinding, continuous crash, It 79 uit was a terrifying sound, and was growing louder and ™ oe - r Sills louder. MN, ws Both boys leaped erect and shot frightened glances up ™ the slope behind them. .A cloud of dust could be seen, traveling rapidly downward. Bounding in front of the cloud could be seen an immense bowlder, charging directly toward the spot where the youngsters were standing, ~ The peril was great, The huge rock had, no doubt, been jarred from its support by the blasting, and as i raced down the hillside it loosened a small avalanche of: other débris. ae =e “A landslide!” shouted Coddington, in a panic; “we're / caught!” : “The ridge!” yelled Merriwell, starting to run, “Get aver that ridge, down there!” This ridge was low, and looked like a stone fence crossing the face of the slope; but it was solid and would block the charging bowlder and the rest of the débrig it brought in its train, oe Merry and Cod let themselves ont on that downhill run, 4 tacing with the landslide for dear life. The roar “of 9) je the pursuing mass of earth and rock dinned in their ¢ars, — and lent wings to their feet. At a low point in the ridge Frank executed a wild leap and cleared the crest. Simi © ; | i! | ¥ NEW taneously with his jump, Nod likewise arose in the air. Both lads dropped to safety behind a buttress of granite. With a grinding smash the big bowlder collided with the natural wall, and was stayed. The rest of the sliding earth and gravel likewise banked itself up against the farther side of the ridge. A pall of dust swirled around the boys, and their horses, hitched at a little distance, snorted and plunged in a frenzy of fright. Then, by degrees, the dust settled. The danger was past, but something else that was quite remarkable had happened. CHAPTER II. A CHANCE FOR NOD. “Gee, but that was close!” said Coddington, panting from his efforts and climbing up to look at the mass of rock and earth which had been jammed against the. uphill side of the barrier, “If it hadn’t been for this ridge, Chip, you and I would have been smashed and buried all at ome operation. Whew! It makes my skin get up and walk all over me with cold feet, just to think of it.” Merriwell, climbing up on top of the ridge, was staring in an odd sort of way first at Coddington and then at the wall where he had made his leap. Coddington grew uncomfortable under the scrutiny. “What's biting you, Merry?” he demanded. “The way you're piping me off makes me nervous.” “You crazy old lobster!” exclaimed Frank. “T'll even agree yith you, and let it go at that,” said the mystified Coddington, “but kindly tell me why?” “Why, you've got an athletic specialty and never knew it!” “No!” returned the other, showing symptoms of ex- citemertt. *Tt’s a fact, all the same. something which he can do a whole lot better than he can do anything else. It’s just like fitting yourself for a Career in life, Nod. If you make a mistake about that, you re liable to prove a failure, but get on the right track, and you'll go steaming along to success as prettily as you, please.” “You mean to say,” said Coddington slowly, “that you have discovered an athletic stunt which I can pull off this afternoon with credit to myself and honor to the family?” , *Yes, and with admiration from Miss Mayberry! I’m sorry as the deuce I didn’t know about this a long time ago, so I could have had. you at work on your specialty at odd times. You'll have to go into that contest without any preliminary practice whatever, but there’s a good chance for you, Nod, a mighty good chance. Of course, you may not win, but with all the inspiration you'll have from the grand stand, I can’t see many reasons why, you shouldn’t.” “Oh,” murmured Nod, with waning enthusiasm, “then it isn’t a cinch. I thought, from the way you acted and talked, I had this specialty all sewed up. But what is it—if you don’t mind?” © “Show me the exact place where you went over that wall,” said Frank. “Right here,” and Nod brought a heel down on the top of the ridge. “I remember, while I was steaming dowfi the hill, the place looked a little bit high to me, but there wasn’t any time to hunt for an easier place to go over.” “And you cleared it, Coddington!” Merry exclaimed en- Nearly every fellow has La OLAS E = VY ShLOISE, Ye 3 3 “Tt’s well over five feet, a bad obstacle, and Say, didn’t you ever know thusiastically. you. had:a poor take-off. you could jump before?” “How could I know?” answered Nod. “This is the first time I was ever chased by a landslide.” “Jupiter!” muttered Frank, staring at the blond fellow with doting eyes, “if we had a month or so to put you through a course of sprouts you'd be clearing more than six feet. That sounds like a dream, eh? Well, just chew this over in your mind for a minute, Nod. You made that leap with all your street clothes on! You ought to do a whole lot better stripped for the work.” “Not unless a bowlder as big as a house was trying to tun me down, Chip,” said Coddington, shaking his head. “Say,” and he laughed, “do you remember the sort of a noise that long-eared little mule of Hop’s makes when he throws back his head and opens his mouth?” “What’s that got to do with it?” ° “Nothing, Chip, only the noise made by that landslide sounded like the bray of that little mule Bs Frank cut in with a laugh. “Anyway,” persisted Nod, “it sounded like that to me. Handsome Dan has sure got a voice like a landslide. I didn’t have time to do much thinking, as I rushed down the hill at the ridge, but that’s one of the things I thought of. Foolish, eh? Well, maybe; but, all the same, that’s how my mind worked.” “I’ve been bothered to pick somebody for the running high. jump,” proceeded Frank. “All the other events have been taken care of, and the high jump was worrying me. And right here, almost at the last minute, I get next to your abilities as a jumper! Luck, I call it.” “I’m glad you’ve found something I can do, Chip. Of course, a jump isn’t a mile run. There’s not the same chance to arouse excitement and pull the nerves of the spectators out by the roots, but if I can win that jump - it ought to satisfy the folks, and—and everybody else, don’t you think?” “Surest thing you know, old tdp)!” cried Merriwell heart- ily, slapping the third baseman on the shoulder. “The P. A, A. man for that event is a Pima Indian, Pedro Bite the Grass, and they say he’s a wonder. As an amateur he’s known all over the Southwest. Beat him, and you'll have more glory than you will know what to do with.” “Tf he’s so good as ail that,” said Coddington doubt- fully, “maybe I can’t beat him. What’s his mark?” “Hanged if I know—or care. You're the one I’m think- ing about. Sure you'll beat him, Nod; you’ve got to. Get that? Got to. When you're ready to go over the bar, just: remember who’s in the grand stand.” “If I think of that,” was the troubled response, “I’m liable to go all to pieces. I'll be so anxious to do well that I’ll probably bite the grass, or the dust, or something, instead of this Pedro person. Where did the Indian come from, anyhow ?” “I understand that he used to be a cowboy.” “He’s probably as hard as nails and a regular bird. Oh, I’m up against it, for fair! If I could have a landslide run after me, across the field and right up to the take-off, I might surprise Mr. Bite the Grass, but I guess that’s out of the question. I hope the Coddington name will shine in the lis.s,, but I have my doubts. Let’s get back to the car, Chip. I want to put on my jumping clothes, and make sure whether I’m a fair shake or a false alarm.” The lads unhitched their horses, climbed into thei? ‘ NEW saddles, and started back to town. Nod, in his eagerness to get back to the Cleansport, set a swift pace. But the pace was not so swift as to interfere with Frank’s reflec- tions. The young captain of the Athletes was vastly pleased with the discovery he had made that morning. In the ‘contests that afternoon, there had seemed no one whom the visitors could put forward for the high jump. And now the landslide had brought out leaping abilities in Coddington which were little short of remarkable. The Athletes had arrived in Phoenix very early on the preceding Saturday, They had arranged to play the Hassa- yampers, a local nine, on Saturday afternoon, but many of thé Hassayampers had been unexpectedly called away by sickness, or important matters of business, and it: had been necessary to cancel the game. athletes from the Cleansport, having disposal, had gone sight-seeing; and The the day at their the morning’s "wanderings had been the cause of plunging Merriwell and John Glory into a series of exciting events at a ranch as Bonita Place. Because of the successful outcome of those adventures, the amateurs were now in danger of losing John Glory from their young known tanks: ; a long-standing quarrel in the Glory family, started by a difference of opinion between two brothers during the Civil War. ~Merriwell and John Glory, assuming the role of peacemakers, had settled those ancient differences, and had undergone some rather thrilling ex- There had been periences while doing so. Tolliver Glory, the aged veteran and granduncle of John, had fallen into the clutches of a smooth swindler known as Doc Bixler, Bixler professed to be a “spook” doctor, with an Indian “control” known as Red Feather. This was all a lot of buncombe, of course, designed to work upon the superstitious side of Tolliver and wring from him a tribute of dollars. The scheming proved suc- cessful up to the time Merriwell and young Glory took game. Through their efforts, Bixler was arrant trickster, and had been sent to jail, trial and punishment. a hand in the revealed as an preparatory to John Glory, at the earnest request of Tolliver, had remained at Bonita Place. Tolliver was wealthy, and so old that he needed a young fellow like John on whom to lean in his declining years. So it was doubtful whether young Glory would ever return to the Athletes; and his loss was coming at a time when the team could but ill afford to spare him. Still, there was no reasonable argu- ment which Captain Merriwell or Manager Horton could put forth against the needs of the wealthy and feeble old ranchman. With Glory out of the afternoon contests, Merry was especially pleased in finding a place on the program where Coddington could fill in with a prospect of being success- ful. There would be something for all the Athletes to do in the clash with their athletic rivals, and Frank, if he could possibly avoid it, did not want to use any of his men in more than one event of the list scheduled. The opponents of the rovers, for the afternoon, had been recruited from the ranks of the Phoenix Amateur Athletes, a young and promising organization lately formed in the town. The afternoon was to be given over to what had been widely advertised as a “Carnival of Sports.” Both Merriwell and Horton were anxious for their squad to TEE TTT . tae TIP TOP WEEKLY. make a good showing in the games, thus proving that they were good, all-round athletes, as well as an exceptionally fine team of ball players, Merriwell felt positive that his squad would make such a showing, and he was more than delighted to think that the outlook was now so unexpectedly good for the Ath- letes in the matter of the running high jump. Leaving their horses at the.corral, Frank and Nod re- turned to the railroad yards on: foot. As they drew close to the yards, they saw the Athletes running, practicing, starts, throwing the hammer, taking flights over the hur- dies, pole and broad and high jumping in a vacant lot owned by the railroad company. The field equipment had been brought from the private car, and around the lot was a ring of townspeople watching vaulting, the practice. . H , “Pennyworth is going over the bar,” remarked Nod to ° Frank, “and seems to be monopolizing my specialty, Chip.” - S r This appeared to be the case, and Frank frowned. He-~ had scheduled Penn for the hammer throw, and little Billy i. Dill was in the six-foot circle, jumping around like 2 pea > on a hot griddle. “Hello, Chip!” called Rufus Horton. “Where have yous and Coddington been? All of us have been wondering.” “We just took a little canter over to Old Camelback,” Rufus,” Frank answered. ' (a “Fine morning for a ride. John Glory was here to see Penn, also, has something on his mind, and—— There, he’s got his eye on you, and The boys are showing up in great you, but said he’d be back. is coming this way. shape, Chip.” ’ af “Go to the car and get into your jumping togs, Ned?) aa. said Merriwell, and turned to meet Penn as the big, blond fellow hurried away. 3 CHAPTER ITI, MERRIWELL’S DILEMMA, Arlo Pennyworth was catcher for the nine. Neil Rodno, | the Juneau lad, was a second-string catcher, and very good, but Penn was better and .had held the position of back-' stop in all the ball games since he had been with the team. He was a cowboy, and a fine chap, but he was prone to have his own ideas about certain things, and quite apt to insist on having his way. He had recently had an expeki- ence with an old range friend, named Peck, and the result had been a “peck” of trouble for Merriwell and an ex-. tremely salutary lesson for Pennyworth. But, somehow, the lesson had left Penn a trifle grouchy, “Thought P’d find you doing some good work with the hammer, Penn,” remarked Frank, as the cowboy ‘came close, flushed with his exertions and wriggling into his sweater, “Changed my mind about that, Chip,” answered Penn, in his easy, independent way, just as though the captain of the team came in for no more than secondary con- sideration. “I'll tell you why, old man,” he went on, no- ticing the look of disapproval on Frank’s face. “Come over this way,so the crowd won’t hear us, will you?” Frank stepped to one side with the cowboy. The latter, laying a hand on Frank’s shoulder, dropped his voice as he went on: : “[ just found out, this morning, that Pedro, the Pima, high jumper, is an’ old cowboy comrade of mine when I’ ie ae y ba ae NEW TIP ‘TOP’ WEEKLY, 5 Picketwire. He was with the Fid- time the edro and L were the only two was ranching on the dieback outfit about the same two Peck boys riding that range. P Fiddleback bunch, were athletes in the whole ways trying our skill out against surprise to find him here—as big a as it was to John Glory to find his Uncle ’ve just got to beat the Pima and we were al- each other. It was a surprise, I reckon, Tolliver.. No two ways about it, Chip in the high jump. I don’t think he’s so blamed much, and reckon I can get him.” But I’ve already arranged for the high jump, Penn,” answered Frank. Penn’s hand dropped from Merry’s stepped back, an incredulous shoulder, and he look on his face. “Didn't night that you hadn’t a notion against the red?” “Last he answered, “J and so I was early found the fellow Penn, reckon, *J thought that event was open!” he exclaimed. 1 hear you tell who you'd send in Frank nodded. at sea about that, about an hour ago | “Hang it!” muttered ean strain a point, |] like to settle some old chance. Rufus last night was all this morning, but for the job greatly disappointed, this to me. I'd scores Pedro, the Don’t take it away trom me,’ gut I’ve already promised.” “Who gets the high jump?” “Coddington.” “Coddington!” A face. “There’s just and you know it. He can play third. shine at anything else. but he might throw the hammer, and—— ” ce you and give against Pinta, and here’s my skeptical look crossed the cowboy’s Chip, I’ve never seen him one thing Coddington can do, He’s too beefy for a high jumper, 39 “ve known Cod for a long time, Penn, and I’ve got a There are reasons for his accomplishing something this afternoon, and if he pretty good idea of what he can do. doesn’t beat the Indian, he’ll have to stay on the benches. And, as I have said, test the running high man, but I can’t see any way out of it.” “Maybe you could if you wanted to,” snapped the cow- boy, suddenly angered. “This Coddington is a pet of yours. I hear they used to call him ‘Moneybags, junior,’ at the Blyfield and that he didn’t amount to — = ° Bs 3 ew “He’s a human grasshopper, Chip,” murmured Clancy, “and I'll bet he knows how to use those long shanks.” ' “Don't you care, Red,” answered Frank cheeringly. “This if is your race by a stride.” 3 “Thanks, old man, but we'll have to run it before they é give it to me.” 4 The usual warning was given as to -false starts, and so | on, and then, at the command of “On your mark!” the i two sprinters went to their places and assumed the v2 ouch.” Even-here Frank could see that Clancy had a ° uh shade the best of Orn, for the red-headed chap had taken i an easy posture while his rival’s attitude was somewhat strained. A small matter, this, but small matters tell big stories—sometimes. “Set!” i The lithe young bodies were poised well over the line, | st and Frank could hear the quick intake of breath. The starter’s nickel-plated pistol was flashing in the sun. } Jang! Both sprinters got away in good style, but Clancy’s form was the more perfect. He was in his stride right ' from the signal. Orn was running too erect for the best is results, and his arm motion was not calculated to help him Ie as it should. Clancy, on the contrary, was inclined slightly forward, and his arms had the diagonal swing which, is such a great help in retaining the “bound.” As soon as the ball of his foot touched the cinders, Clancy rebounded in masterful fashion, and he covered the course like a bullet oe ..ftom a gun. Orn, with proper training, might have given Clancy a pretty good handful, but his lack of form proved his undo- ing. His long, wiry legs worked steadily and swiftly, and yet the poor arm motion and the way he carried himself never for one moment left the result of that first race in doubt. The champion for Merriwell’s Athletes breasted the tape a full yard in the lead, and the timers snapped their stop- watches and stared hard at the dials to make sure there was no mistake. The pace was well under eleven seconds, and the mark had been set for the hundred yards on that field which would stand as the record for a long time. oe if The cheering broke loose, after the local rooters had nt conquered their disappointment, and the band struck into a a rollicking air that was calculated to make everybody feel good. Clancy, breaking away from his admiring teammates, Orn smiled a bit = * went over and took Orn by the hand. ; gruesomely, but he praised his rival warmly, and showed that he knew how to be a good loser—which is vastly more important than being a bad winner. CHAPTER VIII. “WINNING FORM.” Dart Keenan and his antagonist in the two-hundred-and- twenty-yard event were at the starting line almost before the other sprinters had finished with the shorter course. @he: P; A.A. Rattleton. He with a jolly smile that seemed perennial. “I’ve heard of you, Keenan,” said he, “and I, know I’ve f I take this two-twenty into camp. man for this contest was a chap named was a fine, up-standing sort of a fellow; ‘got to swing myself i { wish this was the best two out of three instead of a single-heat race. | usually have to go over a course once in order to get into winning form.” NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. 13 “I don’t care whether it’s two out of three or three out of five, Rattleton,” returned Keenan. “Your club fixed up that end of it.” “Weather’s too hot to drag the thing out. Besides, all we want to do is to give the sports a taste of a good thing this afternoon, so as to leave them hungry for more.” He laughed softly. “Well, old man,” hé finished, “if I’m to lose, I’m glad it’s to you.” They were sent off in fine style while the crowd -was still cheering Clancy. The hubbub from grand stand and bleachers ceased abruptly as the two figures rushed over the cinders. It was evident from the very start that the race was to be close. At fifty ‘yards the two sprinters were neck and neck; at a hundred Keenan was a little behind, and at a hundred and fifty-he was still lagging. The local rooters were filling the air with cries of encouragement, for it seemed to them as though Rattleton had a shade the better of it, But the hopes of the home rooters were short-lived. At two hundred yards Keenan was once more at Rattleton’s side, steaming along steadily and comfortably. The P. A. A. runner still wore his smile, but it was set in the anguish of a heartbreaking struggle. With a mag- nificent effort he clung to Keenan’s side. It looked like a dead heat, for neck and neck the racers were nearing the finish line, but a leap at the end carried Keenan to victory by half a stride. Rodno was there to throw Keenan’s bath robe about his shoulders, and to support him as he staggered from the track. Rattleton crumpled to his knees, weak and faint from the strain, but ready hands lifted him and bore him away. “Great work, Dart!” cried Frank. events, hand running. Wonder if we can make it three “Sure!” gasped Keenan. “Let me tell you, though, that chap Rattleton can go like a scared coyote. He gave me a troublesome half minute.” “Half minute?” echoed Rod. seven or eight seconds.” “Well,” went on Keenan, “let’s find that nervy Arizona boy. I want him to know just how hard a rub he gave me.” Coddington went with Keenan, while Frank'sent Rod to the track house for a little rubbing before he tackled the low hurdles. The two contestants for the one-twenty hurdles: were being called for, and Hop Wah gave a final anxious glance at his pet burro before he answered the call. “We've captured two >) “You're stretching that The Chinaman’s rival in the flight was one McGurk, a swaggering lad whose manner made it clear to all that he had no lack of confidence in himself. “If I can’t run away from that chink,” Merriwell heard him say to some of his teammates, “you chaps can tie a tin can to me and I'll take to the tall timber. A chink! Pah! Rausmittum!” Frank smiled as the words came to him. For Hop Wah was on his mettle. The last hurdle race he had run for the Athletes he had lost, much to his chagrin. But that had been in Blyfield, weeks before. Ever since that fate- ful event the Chinaman had been waiting patiently for a chance to retrieve himself. Now he was ready, and not only ready, but coolly confident. At the report of the pistol the hurdlers got away pret- tily and went tearing down on the first obstacle. The way Hop took that initial hurdle must have been a revelation to those of his teammates who had witnessed his fiasco in 14 . NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. on : Blyfield. Then it was the Chinaman’s form that had proved his Waterloo, but Merry had since given him lessons, and this failing had been rectified. Springing off the right foot and twisting his body slightly, he cleared the hurdle low and gracefully. The rise seemed hardly more than a part of his stride, and he was again on the ground and taking the three long steps to the next barrier. Over he went without losing his stride, just clear- ing the bar with his rear foot, then down again, and’ con- tinuing on with hardly an effort. McGurk was not nearly so proficient in the telling and graceful performance. He cleared the bar too high, thus spending time in the air when he should have been putting it into his strides between the hurdles. Yet, for all that, he did well, and it was not until they reached the last hurdle that wasted effort began to cut down his distance. He had not sufficient energy left for the finish, while Hop Wah crossed the line strong—a winner by a good two yards. “Blast the luck!” gulped McGurk, staggering and almost falling. “Knocked out by a heathen Chinee, by thunder!” Hop put out his hand, with a bland smile, but McGurk turned from him with a black scowl. “What’s the matter with you, Sorehead?” demanded one of his own teammates indignantly. “White, black, or yel- low, he has proved himself the better man. Is that your notion of sportsmanship ?” “Oh, shut off your yaup!” answered McGurk, and flung himself wearily down on the grass. “Never mind him, Hop,” said Frank, “he isn’t worth a handshake. You've made this three straight for the Ath- letes, and you have proved that you're as good a hurdler as you are an all-around ball player.” — “Li? mule, him plenty fine mascot,” remarked the China- man. “You think the mule helped you do that?” “Allee same,” was the serious answer, as Hop’s fond eyes wandered toward the long-eared animal. Frank laughed. “Nonsense,” said_ he. filled the bill for you. do with it.” By ‘winning the first three events handily, the dismal im- pression was created in the minds of the local partisans that Merriwell’s Athletes were to have a “walk-away.”’ Mose had forgotten his direful predictions. Through his battered old megaphone he was howling messages across the field that were calculated to press home the fact that industrious ‘“‘mascotting” by the old-reliable Mose was the one thing that was stemming the tide of disaster. He began to sing, as the band suddenly fell into silence: “It was practice and form that Handsome Dan hadn’t a thing to “Oh, dis Merriwell crowd, oh-oh! Dis Merriwell crowd dey makes me mighty proud, And to take a race away from dem it ain’t ’a’ been al- lowed——” Then a burst of band music smothered the words. A laugh ran through the crowd of spectators, and Mose stood up in his seat and\waved the old silk hat. Horton came on the field and hunted up Merriwell. The tace over the low hurdles was about to be run, and Frank was watching in the direction of the track house for Rod to put in an appearance. “How do you like it, Rufus?” Frank asked. “Tf I felt any better, Chip,” replied the smiling Yale man, \ “I’d have to take something for it. We’re in winning form % to-day, my boy.” “Believe me! But we’ve got’/to expect a little hard hick” 7 1 before long. I don’t see how this streak of wins can ’ i} keep up: These P. A. A. fellows are a fast bunch.” i j “Tell me, Chip, have you seen a chap called Weatherby ?” - : Frank stared. “Has he been at you with that cock-and- ae story?” he at demanded. “I told hitn to keep it under cover.” alt “That’s what he said, but he declared he just had to 4 blow the thing to me, although he was keeping it from if everybody else: I’ll not stand for anything crooked in that 1k wrestling match, and I know the P. A. A. fellows wouldn't, i either, if they knew about it.” Frank could see with half an eye that the Yale man a credited Weatherby’s story, and that it had made a dis- sp agreeable impression on him. 9) “Rufus,” said Frank, “have you got any idea that I can’t al take care of myself?” + aa “Why, no, Chip; but this Sonora Sart is a rough-neck, and they say he gets crazy mad if He loses a fall.” “If he gets mad then he'll lose his head, and if that hap- pens he’ll lose another fall. I only need two, Rufus, in order to beat him.” ; Horton was somewhat reassured by Merriwell’s confident, manner. “Have you seen the Mexican, Chip?” the Yale man aské “Not yet.” oy I have, kate he ore like a terror.” an easy smile. “TI th care how big a terror he is, Rule > you can bet I'll look out for myself. I don’t care to enter a protest on any such grounds as Weatherby i§ batting) up. Things are running smoothly, and we'll let’ well a enough alone.” “Oh, of course, Chip, if that’s the way you feel about i a How do you think Rodno is going to pan out?” he asked, shifting the subject. ; “The two-twenty hurdles aren’t a specialty de Rod’s, but we had to have somebody for that event, and he of- fered himself. He’ll do his best, just as he always. does, © and that’s the most we can ask of him.” Horton nodded. “The high jump and not the wrestling match is to be the last thing on the program,” said he. “Have you heard about that?” “No,” was the answer. “Why the change?” “A delegation from out of town has to leave to catch a train, and they want to see a Merriwell in action,” said Horton, with a laugh. “At least, that is what some one told me.” “Well,” said Frank, “I'll be ready whenever they want me.” Just here Rodno came trotting across the field. “How are you feeling, old chap?” Merry asked. “Fit as a fiddle,” was the reply. “Where’s this T. Jef- ferson Backus that’s to go over the course with yours truly ?” “This way,” said Frank, and walked with the Juneau lad in the direction of the low hurdles. T. Jefferson Backus was there, wearing a long, fed bath robe. He was small, pinch-faced, and had straw-colored eyes. “Unless he’s a lot better than he looks, Chip,” Rod, “we’re going to make it four straight.” whispered en 3 —— = eee pees & s a NEW CHAPTER IX, HITTING THE BUMPS, It is an old saying, and a very true one, that you never can tell by the looks of a frog how far it can jump. And it happened that T. Jefferson Backus had more power and speed than his appearance indicated. Losing Glory from the team had made necessary a few changes in the Athletes’ that which ‘seemed likely to spell disaster. Had Glory been with the squad, then he and not Rod would have contested the low hurdles with Backus, Rodno did his best, and he made a good showing, but line-up afternoon his feeble-looking opponent reached the finish line ahead of him. Backus was not far ahead, but far enough to give him the race. At last, after waiting in vain for some time, the local rooters had a chance to exult. They went at it with vim, anid grand stand and bleachers fairly boiled with excite- ment for several minutes. “It’s awful, Chip,” said Rod, as he started to walk away, “that I had to be the one-to break our winning streak.” “You're not to blame, old man,” returned Frank com- fortingly; Glory, who should have gone against: Backus and left you to’ handle something else, had to quit at the last moment. sacrifice, Rod,” he finished smilingly. “I could have given a good account of myself in the pole vault,’ murmured the Juneau boy, “but I never made much of a hit with the hurdles/’ “Well, don’t fret about it. lead. the field, and they’re calling the two-milers. be off and see how Billy is making it.” “no one’s to blame, You made a good Werre still pretty well in the They’ve started throwing the hammer farther down Pit have to “Billy will lose the hammer throw, Chip. Petin could have won it, ’'m sure, but Pickles is a poor substitute for the cowboy at that game.” Merry had been thinking this himself, but had kept quiet about it. Billy was whirling around in the little fing, stubbing his toe against the bit of board and letting the hammer fly. He was working valiantly, but he was con- testing with a fellow who: was about twice his size, The judges of that particular event seemed more inter- ested in the mile run than they were in the amount of ground covered by the flying hammer. Occasionally, be- tween trials, both judges and contestants would halt pro- céedings to watch what was going on in other parts of the field. “Chip,” said Billy, nodding to his opponent, “shake hands with Jake Truman. Congratulate him, too, for he’s skin- ning me.’ “Oh, I don’t know,” drawled Truman. “Here’s another try for you,” chanted Dill, “but this event is pie for you.”- “You're a funny little squirt,” chuckled Truman, tight- ening a leather band about his wrist. The hammer left Billy’s hands. “You're still a foot and two inthes behind Truman, Dill,” called one of the judges. : “Police!” exclaimed Billy, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. “Too bad about the two-twenty hurdles, Chip,” he added, in a low tone, stepping to Frank’s side. “T'll bet Rod’s all broken up. The Juneau members of your team are double-crassing the luck this afternoon.” stride, and staggered. TIP TOP WEEKLY. is “We were up against it, in a way, right from the start- off,’ Frank answered. “But what’s the use of sobbing, Billy? Let’s be good sports, no matter what happens.” Old youf sportstnanship is something for the rest of us to use “Don’t be pouting—now you're shouting! scout, as a pattern. We'll win the mile. Villum will bring home the bacon from that event, sure thing; and there’s never a doubt about the wrestling match. Suppose we do ‘lose two events out of the nine? I guess we can stand it,” “I guess we can,” answered Frank, with a smile. “Do your best, Billy, and that’s all any one can,ask of you.” Villum and his competitor in the mile had already got away. The two runners had to circle the track four times, and Villum had begun his. steady plugging, not at all rattled because the other runner was leaving him be- hind. Sptoul was the name of Villum’s opponent. Sproul thought he had the event cinched, and he cut some fancy capers as he passed the grand stand on the first round. The Dutch boy was far behind, and as Sproul was cheeted Villum was jeered. “Slow up, Sproul!” cried a voice. “You'll do the four Japs before the Dutchman gets around once.” “Sit down and rest, Dutchy!” hooted anothef voice. “What kind of a race do you think this is; anyhow?” asked some one else, Villum turned and made a face at the people in the grand stand. This brought another laugh. During the second round, Villum apparently had held his own. This was rather puzzling to the onlookers. And. something else was puzzling: Villum, in spite of his size, was as cool as could be, and Was slamming along with scarcely an effort. Sproul, on the other hand, was work- He was cutting no more capers, and his face was beginning to reflect the strain on his nerves and muscles. The third time the runriets passed the grand stand the astofiishing discovery was made that Villutn had cut down Sproul’s lead by half. How the dickens had the Dutch- mafi been able to do it? And Villum had not tufned a hair, while Sproul was puffing like a steam engine. There was something mysterious, almost uhcanny, in the per- formance, ing hard. “Villum has that event thrown and hogtied, Rufus,” remarked Frank to the Yale man, who was standing near him, “The Dutch boy’s a wonder, all tight,” atswered Hor- ton. “He’s so big and awkward you wouldn’t think he had it in him.” Steadily but surely on that last lap Villum was over- hauling Sproul. It was plain that he must overtake him before they had gone halfway around the track and- But the unexpected happened, Villum suddetily lost his He recovered. himself with a wild effort, but he could not get back his speed. He seemed, all at once, to go to pieces.” “Thunder!” gasped Horton, staring. “What the mischief do you suppose has’ happened 2” gulped Frank. There was an uproar among the spectators. It seemed incredible that the Dutch boy should make so good a show- ing during the second and third laps and then fall off in that peculiar manner. Sproul, breathing in jerky gasps, tottered across the finish 16 line about thirty feet in the lead. He crumpled and went down as soon as he found hirnself across the line safely. Villum, not trying to finish, turned from the track. and pushed across the field toward Clancy, who was holding the long robe which the Dutch boy had brought with him from the track house. The local rooters went wild. By winning the mile, the P. A. A. men had taken three straight events to offset the three captured at the beginning by Merriwell’s Athletes. Frank and Rufus hurried to Villum and Clancy. Vil- lum, a savage look on his usually good-natured face, was sitting on the ground with his robe tucked in tightly around his legs. * “What in blazes happened to you, Villum?” demanded Merry. “I got me a Charley horse mit my leg,” growled Villum. “What did you go into the race for if there was any- thing the matter with you?” “Dere don’d vas someding der madder, Chip, ven I vent in,’ was the morose reply; “it all habbened vile I go me der lasdt roundt.” “Well, you made a good showing for the biggest part of the race, and I was sure you had it cinched.” “So vas I, you bet you. It vas some tough luck, hey?” “Go over to the track house, old man, and take care of yourself. We're to play ball to-morrow, and I want your eg to be in apple-pie order.” Merry bent down and jerked aside the bottom of Vil- lum’s bath robe. He started back in amazement. On the inside of Villum’s right knee wag a bruise and a cut from which trickled a thin line of red. \ “How did that happen?” demanded Horton sharply. “A shtone hit me der knee on ofer by der odder site oof der track,” answered Villum. “Mighty queer,” said Merry. “Take him over to the track house, Clancy,” he added, “and do what you can for him. I don’t like the looks of that. knee.” “No more as J like der feel oof it, hey?” queried Villum. “Hanged if I can understand it at all,” muttered Clancy, his freckled face ominous ard forbidding. “Come on, Vil- lum,” he added, “while I do a little first-aid work on you.” Villum got up and limped from the field at Clancy’s side. Already the pole vaulting had begun. Baltimore Joe, how* ever, was no star at that branch of athletics. To-day, for some reason, he couldn’t seem to get up. Before Merry had a chance either to cheer the hobo or to condole with him, the wrestlers were called for. The announcer had already given the result in the ham- mer throw and the mile run, and the “three straight” had been clinched for the rival team. “Gee, but things are getting blue, Chip!” mourned Cod- dington, walking with Frank toward the strip of sod in front of the grand stand, where the wrestling bout was to take place. “Behind the clouds the sun’s still shining, Cod,” Merry answered, laughing. “It’s up to me, I suppose, to give things a turn for the better.” “You will, no doubt about that. With Glory and Penn out of it, we’re having uphill work. Rotten luck, I must say. Thought I was to come in here?” “So did I, but the judges seem to be saving the high jump for the last. Never mind, it’s as broad as it is long. I suppose the Phoenix sports are hungry for a set-to.” NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. “Wish I could get the agony over with,’ murmured Coddington. “Don’t get nervous, whatever you do.” Cod looked up into the grand stand and two handker- chiefs fluttered. at him and a Panama hat. was. wildly waved. “How can I help it?” he asked. Just here the referee in the wrestling bout came toward Merry, Sonora Sam moving along at his side. “Tf you’re ready, Merriwell,” said the P. A. A. official, “we'll start this.” “[’m ready,” Frank answered, and threw off his robe. While the preliminary instructions regarding strangle- holds and fouls were being given, Frank watched his rival husk himself clear of his covering. When fully revealed, Sonora Sam showed himself to be a wonderfully well-de- veloped youth, with swelling chest muscles and biceps and sturdy legs. And he had a “bad” eye—an eye which, at that moment, flashed evilly as he met the look of his ad- . versary. CHAPTER X. A GRUELING BOUT. It was rather an odd program which the P. A. A fellows had scheduled for thé afternoon, but Horton and Mérfi- well had agreed to it readily. It was the desire of the manager and captain of the rovers to meet any amateur athletic organization in every branch of clean sport. The excitement in the grand stand and on the bleachers had mounted slowly until it was now at highest pitch, The superb physical development of Sonora Sam called forth an uproar of wild plaudits, but a silence fell as’ Mer- riwell cast aside his robe and stood forth for the trial ' His white skin gleamed in the sunlight. At first glance he seemed rather slender, but as the eye dwelt upon the wonderful lines of his form, the conviction grew in the beholder that, young though he was, he had attained rare heights of physical perfection. Grace and showed in every curve of trunk and limbs, and all in all the suggestion of skill and power was little ‘short of startling. A murmur of admiration passed through the ranks of the spectators. It swelled by degrees into a rdusing cheer. Mr. Coddington, up in the grand stand, had entered with heart and soul into the spirit of the afternoon’s events. He had found himself taking sides with Merriwell’s Ath- letes in a manner at once violent and excited. He and his wife and Ethel Mayberry were entirely surrounded by P, A. A. enthusiasts, and there were some pert exchanges of sentiment between the railway magnate and the local rooters. The big man of the railroad world had wilted his collar, and his necktie had worked around under one of his ears. He had hammered the man in front of him with his Pan- ama hat until the hat and the feelings of the P. A. A. rooter in front were badly disorganized. But through it all Coddington was enjoying himself. He had not had such a treat in years. Miss Mayberry, too, had yielded to the spell. Her shrill cries of encouragement joined often with the husky whoops of the railway magnate. Mrs. Coddington found it difficult to keep from letting herself drift into the noisy riot, but she managed to pre- symmetry | 4 . ; #5 erve a dignified bearing and to speak a word of ‘good unsel to her husband and to Ethel. Coddington compressed his lips tightly when the result of the two-twenty hurdle race was announced; he stifled a groan when he learned how the hammer throw had out; and he had fallen back in his seat, limp and dazed, when Sproul took the mile away from the Dutch- turned nan. w, with Merriwell facing Sonora Sam, he revived a He turned to look at his wife. “Gad,” said he, “what a youngster that young Merriwell “THe seems like a very nice boy,” said Mrs, Coddington mildly “Nice boy?” grunted the other. little thunderbolt. Eh,. Ethel?” “He's fine!” breathed Miss Mayberry, who was ready to lionize the young warriors of track, or field, or ring. “"} fiope Nod has developed muscles like that!” *“T wouldn’t have missed this for a thousand dollars,” de- clared Coddington, slipping into a comfortable position and fixing his eyes on the patch of sward below. "it seems cruel to send such a monster against a young fellowslike Merriwell,” remarked the tender-hearted Mrs. Coddington. Her husband chuckled, and kept his eyes on the wrestlers. “Now they’re coming together,’ he muttered, more to himself than to anybody else. “Watch ’em, watch ’em!” Merriwell and Sonora, Sam stepped: nimbly toward each other and shook hands. The next moment they leaped backward, crouched slightly, and began moving about cau- tiously. Like _two cats they eyed each other, putting, out their hands warily and withdrawing them quickly, shift- ing here, side-stepping there, and watching for an open- ing. “Ah-h-h!’ moaned Mrs. Coddington. The Mexican had made a bull-liké rush. “T’ll bet my hat he’s a Frank slipped “out of bis grip like a flash, but four reddish streaks showed 6n his white skin where the clawing fingers of Sonora Sam had gripped in vain. Sam’s next charge was more successful, for he got un- der Merry and snapped him over like lightning. Frank, however, broke the hold as he went down and managed to alight on hands and knees. “Turn him over, Sonora!” whooped the home rooters. “Spill him, now’s your chance!” "You're the boy, Sonora, you’re the boy “Take it easy, Chip!” yelled Coddington. Mobster the way your father would do it!” \” “Handle the ees killing him!’ whispered Mrs. Coddingtin, staring in Horror. The Mexican had flattened himself out on Merriwell’s baek, forcing him to the sward. At the same time, the trieky Sam laid hold of Merry’s left hand at the wrist, e bending it back, the elbow against his own right forearm. It was an ugly piece of work, and might very easily snap a bone. Clancy and -Horton began‘to yell a fierce protest-—but their interference was not necessary. With a fillip of the legs and a heave of his whole body that was beautiful to see, Merriwell came out from under his heavy antagonist, freeing the threatened arm and get- *ting a neck hold with the other. Sonora Sam’s heels thrashed the air as he tried to break his rival’s hold. In this the Mexican failed. Slowly, resistlessly Frank NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. In- Sam gave a cry as of pain. stinctively Merry’s muscles went limp; and then, with a hoarse exclamation of triumph, Sonora Sam jerked out of jeopardy and had Frank on his back in the twinkle of began bearing ‘him over. an eye. The referee went down on his knees to make sure of the situation. Then he got up and signaled to the wrestlers to rise. “First fall for Sonora Sam,” thé referee called; “three minutes and twenty seconds.” Instantly hilarious shouts broke from the grand stand. Ethel Mayberry drew a disappointed sigh, but Mr. Cod- dington was not at all discouraged. “The greaser did that by a trick,’ said he. “He made Merriwell think he was being hurt, and Merry let up on him for just the fraction of a second that resulted in the fall. It was a contemptible thing for the greaser to do. Chip will be wiser next time.” In the next round, Merry seemed to be acting the part of a novice. His legs were close together and this, appar- ently, afforded Sam an opening. . The latter, like lightning, bent and clasped his arms around Frank’s knees. His move then was to straighten, throw Frank over his shoulder, fall on him, and force both points down. Coddington clicked his teeth together as he saw, what he believed, was a most amateurish error on the part of Merriwell; but, the next moment, the railway man was cheering fren- ziedly. While Sonora Sam was bowed in front of him, Merry dropped both hands on the back of his head, threw his weight forward, and played havoc with Sonora Sam .and his plans. It was a beautiful break for the legs’ hold, for the Mexican was flattened on the grass with Frank on top. Sam slipped backward and tried to get to his knees. Like a flash, Merry caught his foot, reached an arm under his neck, and before the spectators fairly realized what was happening, had rolled him over. “Second fall for Merriwell,”’ came the announcement, “one minute and thirty seconds !” The visiting Athletes began to yell delightedly, and their cries were taken up by Mr. Coddington and Ethel, and finally by neasly all the spectators. Frank’s work had been quick and splendid. “Gad, that boy’s a peach!” exclaimed the railway man. “T’d give a thousand if Nod could do a thing like that!” “T wouldn’t allow Nod to put himself in such terrible danger,” asserted Mrs. Coddington. “This is positively brutal!” “It’s science and skill, my dear,’ demurred her husband, “science and skill at their best. Oh, but this ‘go’ is a beaut !” There seemed, then, to be some foundation for what Horton had said about Sonora Sam going crazy mad after losing a fall. The Mexican showed his anger, and flung himself at. Merriwell and struck with one hamlike fist. In a second the referee was in between the wrestlers and speaking sharply to Sam. There was a little seesawing before the two came to- gether for the third time. Sam, playing in luck in spite of his fury, managed to get a half strangle and crotch hold. For possibly three seconds the prospect was squally for Frank. The latter executed a brilliant stop, however, and as the bulky forearm crept across his neck he gripped 18 NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. the wrist and elbow and applied the shoulder twist. Then, as the Mexican yielded to this heroic treatment, Frank tried for a locked half nelson from behind. In this Frank failed, and found himself in imminent dan- ger, for his burly antagonist turned the tables, secured the half nelson, reached under with his free hand, locked the fingers of both hands, forced Frank down, pulled his head under, and tried to roll him over. Sam’s eyes were glittering murderously, and it seemed as though he would shap Frank’s neck if he did not yield. Frank, however, knew of a way out. He tossed his feet into the air, stood on his head for an. instant, then spun around to the other side. The dangerous hold was broken, and ‘there was more than one onlooker who heaved a sigh of relief. Sain was on his feet as quickly as Frank, there was a skirmishing for holds, and luck was with the rover cap- tain. He secured another half nelson, reached behind for a crotch hold, lifted Sam bodily, rolled over, and fell with him. The Mexitan was stunned. “It’s your fall, Mertiwell said the referee, and, as Frank got up, announced the fact to the crowd. Sat, as soon as he realized that he had lost, leaped furiously to his feet and started for Frank. Sotne of his teammates grabbed him roughly and jerked hitn back, Cheer upon cheer greeted Merriwell’s success, and. many were the admiring comments that ran through the ratiks of the crowd. Young Merriwell had been seen in action, and: his work, so far fromm being a disappointment, had proved a revelation. : Coddington stood up atid yelled. Frank, froin among his delighted comrades below, saw the railroad waved his hand. The outlook was very dark at that moment. 29 , man; ahd “He’s a boy to be proud of,” declared Coddington, as: he dropped back into. his seat. “I hope Nod can distinguish himself like that. Gad, if he could I’d be the happiest man in the Southwest. How about you, Ethel?” he added jokingly. The girl said nothing in reply, but looked at Mr. Cod- dington with glowing eyes. CHAPTER XI. THE RUNNING HIGH JUMP. Mettiwell, right from the start, had seen that Sonora Sam was disposed to rough things to the limit, and he had taken no chances with him. ceeded beyond Frank’s expectations, and he was glad that he was safely and successfully out of the bout. The final clash had sue- Joe had lost the pole vault. The Athletes now had to their credit the hundred yards, the high hurdles, the two- twenty run, and the wrestling bout, while the P. A. A. fel- lows had captured the low hurdles, the mile run, the ham- mer throw and the pole vault. Each side was credited with four events, and the fate. of the afternoon hung upon the showing Coddington was to make against the Pima. The excitement everywhere was intense as Cod and the Indian went to the standards and prepared to do their best. Coddington was nervous. Mertiwell could see that plainly. “Buck up, old chap,” said he. “Just forget the crowd and the railway magnate and the git! in the grand stand. . jeered. Try and think we’re on the side of Old Camelback, and that the bar is the stone tidge. Do that, and you're bound to win.” “Turn a landslide loose at me, Chip,” begged Cod, “just when I’m at the pinch. That’s the thing that will make me win. : “I wish I had a landslide handy,’ Frank laughed, “but I’m sorry to say I haven’t. Just imagine the big bowlder is after you.” “My imagination is no good, that’s the deuce! of it.” The Pima was a slender, muscular chap, and he looked like a prodigious jumper. He walked slowly back, raced up to the bar, and went over it like a bird. Coddington followed him, and aroused a laugh by his contortions and his seemingly awkward twist. He almost touched the bar, low as it was. Notch by notch the bar crept up the standards; oddly ehotigh, as the height increased, Nod seemed to get and, better control of his nerves. Pedro was still making clean jumps with apparent ease, although it was plain he was getting toward his limit. At last he failed, knocking the bar from the pegs: He tried again, and, this time, scraped Nod, on his trial, cleared the bar the first time by a narrow margin. The bar was again lifted, and at the new height the yaliant Pima succuthbed. The leap was more than he could take caré of, and he backed away, shaking his head over, gloomily. “Takee plenty time, Nod,” called Hop Wah. The Chinaman had mounted the little mule looking at Nod between the animal’s big ears. “T guess this will be a tie, Chip,” murmured Coddington. “That bar looks about as high as a skyscraper.” Your father’s standing up in the grand stand, and so is Miss Mayberry. Now’s your chance to get solid with the family, and to fill a pair of big black eyes with all kinds of admira- , You’ve got to go over the bat—no two ways about and Was “Bosh!” said Frank; “you can do it. tion. that!” Nod started his run, but grew fairit-hearted, and returned to begin over again. Some one laughed, somé one else Miss Mayberry looked around indignantly. The railway magnate jammed a hand into his trousers pocket and jerked out a roll of yellowbacks. “A thousand to five hundred hé goés over the bat!” he cried belligerently. “Any takers?” His wife caught his coat tails and pulled him down be- side her. “T won’t let you bet!” she declared, scandalized. Fortunately for Mr. Coddington, his offer found no takers. He got to his feet again, thrusting his money back into his pocket. “Oh, if Nod will only get over!” he muttered. Once more Coddington was fluttering along the run to the bar. pened. Then, on that second attempt, something hap- It was the best thing in the world for, Nod, Handsome Dan threw up his head and let go with one of his rumbling remarks. Theré was no particuf&ar reason for the mule to express himself in that way at that, time —unless, indeed, he really considered himself a mascot, and was seeking to help the jumper. Nod was trying to imagine himself on the slopes of Old Camelback, He was trying to bélieve that the bar was the top of that stone wall, and that the landslide was rush- f ing down on him from behind. That hoarse, long-drawn- out sound emitted by Handsome Dan was the one thing needed to give point to Nod’s imaginative effort. i He went into the air with the husky “hee-haw” rumbling “ in his ears. His contortions were wilder than usual, and . the peculiar twist more pronounced. And he cleared the bar beautifully, coming down on the other side like a thousand of brick. A tidal wave of cheers broke from the onlookers. A big man in gray, with a battered Panama hat, could be seen forcing his way through the throng and climbing the grand-stand railing. Nod, with-a blank expression on his face, continued to stand under the bar. It was hard for him to realize that he had been successful. “Bully for you, Nod!” cried Merriwell enthusiastically. “You win the day for the Athletes. Stop your gawping, Smile, you old lobster! Here, Clancy! Up Patani itt tga and smile! ith him!” " Clancy rushed to Frank’s side, and from other direc- tions came Keenan, Rodno, Dill, and Baltimore Joe. Ina twinkling Coddington was hoisted to their shoulders and Started around the field. “Oh, dis Merriwell crowd, oh-oh! Dis Merriwell crowd, of dem we're mighty proud——” ' The song rang out, and sent its wild strains echoing over | grand stand and bleachers. As the Athletes paraded, Hop ©) Wah and Handsome Dan dropped in behind. Old Mose, “not to be outdone, jumped the railing and placed himself Seat the head of the procession. Sdivide honors with the mule )darky was thinking of nothing aim all the credit later on. Nod was red to the roots of his blond hair. As he was Berne past the grand stand, he saw Miss Mayberry lean- me far out, her eyes bright, and one hand frantically wav- @ a handkerchief. She called something, What was it? » “I’m proud of you, Nod!” m Yes, that was it. Beyond doubt that was exactly what "Ethel Mayberry said. Nod, at the moment, felt as though he would like to give Hop a million dollars for the little mule, and then keep the animal in a gold stable and feed fim on silver oats for the rest of his life. “Here, stop that for a minute!” shouted the railway y magnate, fighting hard to get close to his son. “Put him ‘down, can’t you?” Ee As a mascot he had to that day, but the jealous but the victory. He could Nod was dropped from the shoulders of his teammates, and his father grabbed him in his arms. “This is great, son!” cried Mr. Coddington. “I really te believe you could have jumped over the grand stand if , they had put you at it. Anything you want? If there is, Uh i. just tell me.” : [et ' “Governor,” whispered Nod, “the only thing I want is to please you. If I’ve done that, that’s enough.” “Go on!” answered the nabob fondly. “There’s some- body else you wanted to please, my boy, and you’ve done it. Oh, this is a great day for the Coddington family !” Bee It must be remembered that the railway magnate had put in an afternoon of great excitement. He had “turned him- self’ loose,” and his delight over the success of his son Was intense. He had enjoyed himself, and the cap sheaf of the pleasant experience was to have his son and heir win the high jump and save the day for the Athletes. NEW hiP LOOP ~WEEKICY. 19 Nod was dragged over to the ;:rand stand, where he re- ceived the congratulations of his mother and Ethel. Just what Ethel said does not matter. “Suffice to state, when Nod started for the track house to get a shower and a rubdown and to put on his street clothes, he was about as happy a youngster as could have been ‘found in the whole of Arizona, “Oh, well, Chip,” laughed Rufus Horton, walking with Frank toward the track house, “we came out of that pretty well, after all.” “I wonder if Penn was looking on?” Frank asked. “If he was,” returned Horton, “I guess he understands by now, that he isn’t so confounded important.” “All the same, Rufus,” said Frank, “I wish he was back.” : CHAPTER XII. GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP. Back at the car that afternoon, while Mose was rattling around in the kitchen and getting supper, somebody made a startling revelation. That somebody was Villum and his revelation concerned the injury to his knee had lost him the mile run. “Say,” remarked Villum, “how you tink I got me dot hurt der knee on, hey?” “You kicked yourself,” answered Rodno gravely. “From Kess, which now on, Villum, when you go out to do a mile we'll have to put interfering pads om you.” “Don’d you inderfere mit dose pads!” barked Villum. “You don’d know someding aboudt it.” “What’s the mystery, Villum?” asked Clancy. there’s something back of it.” “Der mystery iss dot I been a goot sportsman, by shinks!” declared Villum. “Chip iss a goot sportsman, und I been anodder, so hellup me. Oof you fellers vill take some examples by Chip und me, den you vill be all righdt. Penn vould do vell to pattern by Villum Kess, I bet you.” “Tell us why you’re such a darned good sportsman, Dutch,” said Keenan. “Dere vas a patch oof, pushes by der blace ver I go lame,” went on Villum. “You see dot patch oof pushes, maybe?” “i don’t remember,” said Frank. “What have the bushes to do with that injury to your knee?” “A feller t’rew a rock as I vent by, und he hit me der knee on. It vas dot feller vat lost me der race.” Astonishment and indignation greeted. this remark of Villum’s. “How do you know some one hurled the stone at you?” demanded Horton sharply. “Vell, by shiminy grickeds, I see him mit my eyes, aber I couldn’t get der vay oudt, und der shtone hit me by der knee. Yah, so. It vas pad pitzness.” “I should say it was bad business,” went on the Yale man gravely. “If I had known about that, Villum, we could have protested the race, and very likely it would have been given to you, or declared a draw.” “I been too goot a sportsman, I bed my life, to say any- ding about dot feller in der pushes,” chuckled Villum. “I don’t call it good sportsmanship to put up with rank injustice,” flared Clancy. “Nor I,” seconded Rodno. “It’s crooked work, and should have been reported.” “Tl know \ stone Ace sn st ili TT at EIS TOTO BS AMBER 20 NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. “Too late now, fellows,” put in Frank grimly. “The time to talk about that stone throwing was when it hap- pened. Villum, you were a chump to keep it to yourself.” “Vell, by chincher!” exclaimed Villum, greatly surprised. “I say mit myselluf dot I do a fine t’ing by keeping der shtone trowing my hat under. Und now I been called a chump! Vat iss a goot sportsman, anyway?” “A good sportsman, Villum,’’ answered Horton, “is a fellow who takes all the hard rubs and the ups and downs with a cheerful and uncomplaining spirit. But he doesn’t always put up with injustice or stand for crooked work. Chip showed good sportsmanship, this afternoon, in a good many ways. We went into those games handicapped by the loss of Penn and Glory, but that fact didn’t affect his cheerfulness mm the least. And this trouble with Penn shows your captain’s caliber. Merriwell [ what he thought was right, and the results. have vindicted stood fast by his judgment. Then, during the wrestling bout, his sports- manship 4 Frank gave Rufus a significant glance, and the latter broke off with a laugh, “What about that wrestling match?” inquired Clancy sus- piciously. “We'll let that pass, for now,” said Horton, “but Chip had a harder tussle on his hands than you fellows know anything about.” “I took care of myself, didn’t 1?” Frank queried, with a smile. “T guess that’s no dream,” said Rodno. Just here, when the curiosity of Frank’s teammates had been aroused, Mose showed himself from the direc- tion of the kitchen. “Tf it hadn’t been fo’ dat ’ar mule,” he declared, “we’d hab won all dem events. Yassuh. De mule done queered us out ob contests we ought to hab took. Wif all mah mascottin’ I couldn’t break dat mule’s holt. But Ah done mah best.” “No savvy such foolish talk,” bristled Hop Wah. mule makee Nod win high jump. no mascot?” “Whar’s Marse Nod?” demanded Mose, “Ah’ll put dish- yer right up to him, Whar’s Marse Nod?” “He’s at the hotel with his Keenan. “Til How you makee say him folks, Mose,” answered “Ah’s done gwine to‘put dis right up to Marse Nod when he gits back,” averred Mose. wif de Athletes, den Ah’s gwineter quit. “Ef dat ’ar/mule stays on Ah won’t hab mah work queered by no sich animal as dat ugly, long- eared false alarm!” And Mosé beat a retreat to his kitchen, where some- thing or other was boiling over on the stove. “Ball game to-morrow, fellows,” announced Rufus. “What’ll we do without Penn and Glory?” inquired Clancy. t “We're expecting a new recruit,” answered Frank, “and Glory says he’s a good one.” “Well, here’s hoping,’ said the red-headed chap, but ‘rather gloomily. THE END. “Frank Merriwell, Junior’s, Ten Innings; or, The En- chanted Swat Stick,” is the title of the story that will be found’ in the next issue of this weekly, No. 55, out August 16th. The story introduces a new character, Reuben J. Vhittaker, the new recruit for Merriwell’s Athletes, who is “discovered” by John Glory. Whittaker has the misfor- tune to fall under the spell of Bixler, the spook doétér, with interesting results. As you have surmised from the title, there is a base ball game in this story, and it-is a rattler, too. THE SUNSET EXPRESS. By FRANCIS MARLOWE. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Jim Harvey, a young chap from New York State, being left alone in the world, goes to Montreal with the intention of getting a job on the Sunset Railroad, the general man- ager of which, Mr. Fletcher, was an old friend of his father. Mr. Fletcher, however, thinking the young man not strong enough to stand the hardships of railroad life, gets him a position in a store, but this does not suit Jim, and after a few weeks he succeeds in getting a job as a wiper at the roundhouse of the Sunset Company. He makes good, and is presently made fireman of a passenger train. While on this run he saves the express car from robbers, and his daring act leads to the capture of the thieves. Partly as a reward for this act,,and partly because there is a strike on the line and men are scarce, he is again promoted to fireman of ,the Sunset. Express, the most important train on the road. While on this job the engine is disabled by strikers, but Jim cleverly plans to get another engine, in the hope that they will be able to put the express through on time, and thereby save the company’s mail and express contracts. Harvey is successful in his efforts, and, as a reward he is transferred to the shops, and later becomes an engineer. It is autumn, and there are forest fires all along the right of way of the railroad. lawn station sends a message to Kendal, the station near est the fringe of the fire-swept section, that a hundred persons at Woodlawn are facing death, and he asks for help. With an engine coupled to four freight cars, Harvey rushes to the stricken town. The terror-stricken inhabit- ants are bundled into the cars like so many cattle, and, with the throttie open, the brave young engineer brings them safely through the flames. During the winter, on one of his days off, a blizzard , arises, and Harvey is asked to run the flanger of the snowplow, sent ahead of the express; it is a difficult” and dangerous job, but Jim successfully carries it through until almost at the end of the run an old, forgotten switch derails the car. CHAPTER XIX. FLAGGING THE EXPRESS, Directly the flanger crashed into the switch Hobbs had set the brakes, and- now was bringing his engine slowly back to the spot where the car had tumbled over the em- bankment. When the engine came to a standstill, he and his fireman jumped from #, and plunged down to where the car lay imbedded. Jim Harvey and’ one man were crawling from the car window into the snow; both were greatly battered and bruised, but not seriously injured. The engineer and fire- man helped them to their feet, and questioned them, eagerly. “How did it happen? What did you strike?” asked the engineer, as he ran his hands over Jim, feeling for broken bones. Jim looked at him with dazed eyes, scarcely realizing The telegraph operator at Woods, ae a ee eee ee ee” a gt? in we re we co 4 A ~~ = mH Vv » E hae re 5 8 beat feebly, and at intervals he breathed stertorously. embankment. NEW Ti yet that he was alive. At last, the drift of the engineer’s questions penetrated to his brain. “My fault—the old siding,” he gasped, getting the words out with difficulty. of the one of Meanwhile his eyes were roving over the faces men about: him, and suddenly he realized that his men was missing. He staggered toward the car, his face ashen and his lips trembling. “Jackson was by the lever,” he muttered. “Is he dead?” The efigineer caught his words, and understood their meaning. “Stay where you are,” he exclaimed. “I'll get him.” He clambered quickly through the car window and dis- appeared. Presently he thrust out his head and shoulders, called to his fireman. “Here, Ben,” he cried, “give me a hand to get him out. He’s pretty badly hurt, but I think he’s alive.” Within a few minutes the injured man was removed from the car and laid on the snow. It was then clear that, though he was unconscious, he was not dead; his heart Both his legs were broken, but there was not sufficient surgical knowledge among the men who stood by him to enable them and more serious. injuries. and the engineer knelt beside him and tried to They to judge if he was suffering from Jim Harvey revive him, but their unskilled efforts were fruitless. arose at last, disheartened. “The only thing we can do is to get blit on the engine and run him to the next town,” Jim nodded his head thought flashed like said the engineer. gloomily. Suddenly an alarming flame through his brain; he snatched out his watch, and glanced hastily at it. “Heavens! The express!” he exclaimed. “We flag her, or she’ll smash into our engine. im léss than five minutes.” “Thunder!” shouted Hobbs, and plunged heavily up the a scorching must She’s due here Jim Harvey hesitated a moment before fol- lowing; he addressed the fireman and the man who had escaped uninjured from the flanger car. “Try and carry Jackson toward the express,” he cried; “there may be a doctor on the train.” Dusk had fallen swiftly since the accident;, there was still a sprinkling of snow in the air, but a full moon, strug- gling through a mass of fleecy clouds, shed a white light on the snow-clad earth, and threw up in soft relief the movements of the black figures by the engine and the wrecked car. The headlights of the engine had not yet been lighted, and to get to the approaching express consumed many moments of precious time. lis a lantern ready to flash a warning signal At last, this was accomplished, and Jim sped east- Ward between the tracks, carrying the lantern and ing keenly for the train that he ran to save. listen- The engineer stood watching him for a few seconds, and then descended } the embankment to help the men who were carrying Jack- son, ' About half a mile ahead of Jim the tracks curved widely and as he ran he expected every moment to see the express Tushing round this curve toward him. 'to wonder why he did not hear some sound of her ap- proach. Unless some unexpected delay Should already have heard the bark of her smokestack the scream of her whistle as she Soon he began had occurred he that still evening’ air, or Tan On to the beginning of the curve . Po TE deceive him on such a. matter. WEEKLY. 21 but convinced now that there was no longer tan; instead he walked briskly forward, intending to post himself at the the lantern warn the express from there’ Shortly a queer, unex- At first he could make advanced it revealed itself star- shrill hiss of escaping steam. Clearly, there was an engine letting off steam just beyond where the curve hid the track from his sight. What could be the meaning of this? Wondering, he hurried on. sound of a train steaming to- ward him, was certain that there was an én- Greatly puzzled, need for his: former haste, he no curve, and with of the pulling up. pected Tee floated to his ears. necessity of nothing of it, but as he tlingly as i There was no and yet he gine just beyond range of his eyes. His ears could not It could only be the ex- press; it was impossible that there could be any other train on that section of the line at that time. But why His lantern could not possibly nor could the news of the disaster to the snowplow have preceded him. Two there were three, waded hurriedly through the snow about twenty yards to his left. From the tail of he caught of the dark figures against the background of white as he hastened to turn the He shouted to them, but they neither answered nor He hurried on, and a moment or two later saw the glare of the headlights of a big engine that was at a standstill about a couple of hundred yards farther on. Racking his brains for a clew to this mystery—he was still without an inkling of what had happened—Jim quickly covered the distance that divided from the belated train. Without a doubt, it was the Sunset Express; he knew that directly he clapped eyes on the engine. When he got inside the range of the dazzling rays of the head- that there was some commotion beside the and noticed that. all wete dropping by twos and threes from the side of the tracks and hurrying forward. “What's the trouble?” cried Jim to the first man he met. “Why has the express stopped? The man, a conductor, looked sharply nized him. “Train robbers,’ had the express stopped? have flashed a warning to the engineer yet, men, perhaps his eye sight curve. came to a halt. him lights he saw engine, along the train passengers cars to the at Jim, and recog- * he exclaimed briefly. “But how did you get hére, Harvey ?” While he spoke, Jim was thrusting his way through a little group of men who were peering at something that was happening on the ground close by the engine. A wounded man lay there, supported by two of the train hands, while a doctor was bending over him. Jim still staring, trying to understand the meaning of this when the man was lifted from the ground to be carried aboard the train; to his heartfelt distress he recognized in the inert burden his old friend Sullivan, the crack driver of the Sunset Express. who was still beside scene, The conductor, Jim, explained. “The robbers were traveling the train.. There were three of them; they held up the passengers a few niles back, and then signaled to stop the train. Sullivan aboard put on the brakes, of course, but when he saw the men jump off. he knew their’ game, and started for them, but they shot him,” At once Jim remembered the men who had hurried past Without doubt, they were ‘the train with their booty. His immediate im- hunt them down, but this him in the snow. robbers, escaping pulse was to organize a party to . ' ; wor , * FS riety os ree.” ‘ ie eee ee) ee ee ee 22 . suggestion was at once objected to by the conductor, who would not listen to anything that involved further delay to the express. “You'll have to take the train/through now, Harvey,” he said to Jim,.a few minutes later. “Lucky you turned up, or we'd have been in a nice hole with Sullivan knocked out.” Jim, who had just had the great satisfaction of learning that Sullivan’s: wound was not fatal, willingly took his place on the footplats, and while the fireman set to work vigorously to replenish the greatly diminished steam, he took the train slowly forward to the scene of the flanger disaster. He had promptly decided that the best way of dealing with the accident was to couple the snowplow en- gine ahead of the express; a wrecking gang could after- ward be dispatched for the overthrown car. As the train moved round the curve, Jim kept a look- out for the men who were carrying Jackson, the unfortu- nate victim of the wreck; presently he saw them, like moving blots on the great white sheet that shrouded the countryside. As he drew near them he shut off the steam, and came to a halt to take them aboard. A quarter of a mile ahead, the black bulk of the snowplow engine loomed up dimly. “How’s Jackson?” cried Jim, as Hobbs came abreast of him. “Bad,” said Hobbs; “came to his senses a little way back, but he’s off again now.” “Get him aboard quick, then,” directed Jim; “there’s a doctor behind.” As he spoke his quick ear. caught a sound that set him wondering. He peered curiously at the engine ahead of him. “Say, Hobbs,” he shouted after the retreating engineer, “there’s no one back with your engine, is there?” “Of course not,’ snapped Hobbs. “Why ee checked himself suddenly, and wheeled to stare in amaze- ment at his engine. The unmistakable throb of steam that follows the opening of a locomotiyve’s throttle was plainly carried to his ears. “Why, she’s moving!” he yelled, and looked at Jim. “Yes,” replied Jim, in a voice that betrayed tense ex- citement. “Get aboard at once; there’s some funny busi- ness ahead of us.” To him the meaning of the runaway engine was plain; the train robbers had found it, and cap- tured it to aid them in their escape. Jackson had already been taken aboard one of the cars, and Hobbs, blazing with rage, climbed up beside Jim as he opened the throttle. “We want all the steam you can give us, Smart,” cried Jim to the fireman. “That engine will be at the next town before we get a decent head of steam on,” asserted the fireman. ‘“She’s got nothing behind her, and we’ve got a heavy line of cars to pull.” Jim’s jaw fell; he had overlooked this possibility. The next town was Oakshott, only fifteen miles away. If the train robbers succeeded in reaching it, they could desert the engine and get away with little fear of being tracked. He thought rapidly for a few moments, and then, with an abrupt movement, shut off steam. Before the engine came to ahalt he was running back. beside the train. He halted at a window, from which the conductor looked out inquiringly. NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY, “You've got one of those telegraph arrangements on this train?” Jim asked breathlessly. “Yes, in the baggage car,” “but j Jim waited to hear no more, but darted away to hammer madly on the door of the baggage car. Two minutes later an ingenious contrivance for tele- graphing from trains was in operation. A long pole, of the style used for overhead trolley tramcars, connected a transmitter inside the baggage car with the telegraph wire that ran beside the tracks, and a furious call for Oakshott was answered within a minute. Jim dictated the message: replied the conductor, “Express held up. Robbers escaped on snowplow en- gine. Switch engine on to siding this side of Oakshott, and captufe them.” He waited till the pregnant words “All right!” came through, then he rushed back to the engine, and quickly got her under way again. As the express rushed through the outskirts of Oak- shott, little more than twenty minutes later, Jim saw a crowd of men on a siding, close to an overturned en- gine, from which steam was escaping in volumes. “They’ve got them,” he cried to Hobbs. He was right; the train robbers were caught in the His share in the accident to the flanger car was overlooked, and he was retained to drive the Sunset Express until Sullivan had recoveréd from his wound. trap he had set for. them. CHAPTER XX. THE FREIGHT PATROL. Sullivan returned to duty at last, and on the same morn- ing that he did so Jim Harvey was notified by the round- house foreman that he was to report at once to the general manager’s office. “The G. M. himself wants to see you, Harvey,” said the foreman. “I don’t know what it’s for, but if it’s any trouble you can call on me to give you a good character.” > Jim thanked him with a cheerful smile, and hurried off: to headquarters. He found that Mr. Fletcher had given orders that he was to be admitted direct to his presence as soon as he arrived. | y The general manager was very cordial in his greeting, and soon set the young engineer completely at his ease. “You- have proved that you’ve got the right sort of stuff in you, Jim,” he began, “and, as I-have made up my mind to drive the freight thieves out of the company’s yards, I have sent for you to take the matter in hand. I want you to take hold of it with both hands and not let go till you have pulled it through or have to come to me and say you are beaten.” Jim’s alert attention showed how ihtensely this preface interested him. “T suppose,” ¢ontinued the general manager, “that you know we have been losing large sums of money every year through robberies from our freight cars. Our losses in this direction have been annually increasing, and last year they cost us over one hundred and twenty-five thou- he line can’t stand it, and it’s got to stop. Take a week to go into the matter sand dollars. Your job is to stop it. i come to. me and tell me aud make your plans, and then f money. What you want in the way o Jim Harvey drew a long breath. men ofr ‘ “lll be glad to take the job, sir,’ he said gravely, “and El ll do the best I can with it.” - “You've got the spirit it needs,” said Mr. Fletcher, y “but IT) warn you, you'll need all your nerve and brain g to tackle it. There are about three hundred thieves, men and “boys, with about half a dozen women, making a living by stealing our freight. ate, and will put up a stiff fight. Ot wholesale business of it now, and even work by daylight as well as at night. If one of our watchmen or the train- men Happens across a gang of them at work, it means little GF nothing to the thieves—a blow on the head or a They’re clever and desper- They’ve made a kind Shove under a passitig train prevents alarm and dis- covery.” ~Youtr watchmen aren’t much use, sir,” Jim remarked. » Absolutely useless, Jim,” Fletcher. Weve had more cars looted since we put them on than ever before.” Will you allow me to take any oné [ need to help me i dis matter?” asked Jim. , “Past say Whom you want, and you cat have him,’ was the Brisk reply. Jim Harvey rose to his feet. Pin ready,” he said; “btit I want you to let me have Milivan, the driver of the Sunset Express.” The G. M. Surprised hima little; then he took a slip of paper, and apidly wrote a few words. “Give this to Sullivan,” he said, handing Jim the slip of paper. “He's a good man, and I can't easily spare him, ie: ft you want him you must have him.” » Ont the fifth morning after the G. M. had declared war On thé freight thieves, Jim Harvey walked itito headquar- ters with all his plans ready. ‘ P) want quarters for twenty men and a guarantee of twenty thousand dollars to pay them for a year.” answered Mr. lifted his eyebrows as though: the request ® With this blunt announcement Jim almost succeeded in @ Startling the general manager. * i “Say that again,” said the G. M. “I suppose it means | $0mething.” 7 Jim smiled, and repeated his words. “You see,” he continued, “I can’t think of any other way } to deal with the business. Our present watchmen are too a old to be any use, and we can’t rely on the police, so 2 I ifiteid to raise a freight patrol. If you'll satiction it, gy ‘ c t ; Pe Seewedl have a ‘force’ of out own that will cut down yout ey. ia me losses in short order.” = The G: M. considered the proposition silently for a few jMoments. Suddenly he looked up at Jim, afd said briefly, "DUE decisively: “You can have ten thousand dollars, and )try Your pattol fot six months.” “About their quarters?” said Jim. | “You have the men ready?” _ Jim fiodded. =) Board them somewhere in town for a day or two, and Mp Til have quarters fixed up fot them by the beginning of } the week.” “Jim Harvey had picked out his twenty men within a a week. Eight of them were young college athletes, who had proved their mettle on the football field, atd who adventurous possibilities. Were atttacted to the employment he offered them by its: had Of the Sullivan vouched for; three others had been cowboys, four wefe rest, introduced three whom he once soldiers, and the remaining two were recruited from All of them were young and lusty, and had proved their cottrage. The general manager duly provided quarters for the patrol, and at the end of their first week of duty the men found themselves comfortably housed close to the railway headquarters. the police force. CHAPTER XXI. THE TRAP. Sullivan was like a smoldering torch. A breath was sufficient to fan his martial spirit into.a flame, and the preparations for waging war against the train thieves had roused him to fighting pitch. “Let’s give the dirty thieves a touch of ouf quality,” he exclaimed one night as Jim was on the point of start- ing the ten night men for their duty and dismissing the others. “I hear there’s some valuable freight in the South Side yards, and, as the robbers are always busy there, it’ll be a fine bait for them. We can tutn up in full force, atid give them a lesson they'll not forget in a hurry.” Jim thought the plan a good one, but thought it as well to sound his men before agreeing to it. Sullivan’s eyes lighted up with pleasure as he heard their hearty agree- ment to the suggestion. “Good, boys!” hé cried, “you’re the stuff for this busi- ness. By the piper, I’m proud of ye!” Looking over his recruits and noting the keen, adven- turous spirit that shone in their faces, Jim Harvey felt that he could. not have selected better suited for his purpose. men Their skill as marksmen was otie of the chief reasons why they had been picked for the patrol. Jim referred to this now in his final instructions to them. “Remember,” he insisted, “that you do not shoot to kill. Hit the legs when you can, but never a vital part; [ don’t Want any of you held for manslaughter or mur- der.” Aitet a short consultation with Sullivan, Jim decided to avail himself of a stratagem, and within an hour the patrol was athbushed in two box cars that, in cotnpany with three cars Of-inanimate freight, were being leisurely hauled to- ward the South Side yards. The South Side freight yards of thé Sunset line were in the most desolate part of Montreal, About a hundred yards from their eastern boundary, which was a ten-foot wall, there were about forty low-class tenement houses that had a male criminal population of close on fifty. These men formed the nucleus of the most determined gang of the train-robbing fraternity, Their chief was a clever thief known as “Black” Michaels, who found an able lieutenant in his son, “Spike” Michaels. Black Michaels had been three times charged with freight robberies; but, curiously, on each occasion the charge had broken down through the failure of a policeman, to identify him'as a thief who had been seen to steal freight. Black Michaels had been since heard openly to boast that he. could always buy enough influence to keep him out of prison. It was Jitn Harvey’s pet hope that he would succeed in catching Black Michaels red-handed, and testing the worth of this boast. To the west of the freight tracks no houses were in NEW TIP view. Waste land, dotted Here and there with rubbish heaps and brick piles, stretched as far as the eye could see. At all seasons of the year this was a locality to be avoided by the lonely wayfarer who had anything to lose, but in winter it was especially dangerous, for through it passed all the criminal tramps who were beating their way to Montreal in search of winter quarters. The freight losses here were greater than on any other part of the Sunset system; for, in addition to regular gangs of thieves, there were hundreds of independent operators who, on their way to the city, levied tribute on the cars. When the freight cars bearing the ambushed patrol had been switched on to a siding, and the engine uncoupled, two watchmen, who had been sitting half asleep over a coke fire, rose lazily to their feet, and strolled toward the newly arrived freight to make a casual inspection of it. “Nothing special there,” said one of the men, turning to get back to the fire. _ His companion muttered a reply, and lumbered along be- side him. Jim Harvey had taken the precaution to have the cars that bore human freight left with their doors partly opened, so that there would be no betraying rattle when he and his men wished to get out. He’had heard the watchman approach, and was now listening to their receding foot- steps. All was quiet in the siding at last, and Jim, thinking it safe to reconnoiter, swting himself cautiously and silently from the car. He made sure that his movements could not be seen by the watchmen, and then he stepped along to the next car, and found Sullivan peering through the door- way, and anxiously awaiting permission to join them. Sullivan answered his beckoning hand by springing lightly down beside him. Together they surveyed the situation, moving stealthily in the shadow of the cars. Taking advantage of the gloomy patches, Jim and Sullivan at last made a complete inspec- tion of the siding. They found that there were already half a dozen fully loaded cars on the line ahead of the cars that had con- veyed them there. In addition to these, there were five cars on another switch between them and the ten-foot wall. On one of the flat cars, carefully packed and covered to shelter it from the weather, was a very valuable motor car. “There’s a carload of sewing machines somewhere here,” whispered Sullivan, “and another car full of electric fittings. I’ve been making a few inquiries to-day.” Jim nodded thoughtfully, There was clearly sufficient valuable booty to lure the thieves aboard that night, and he had no doubt that they would make a raid on the siding before the night was over. “We must get our men hidden by the other line of cars, Sullivan,” he said quietly. ' With this in view the two leaders returned to their starting point, and by the favor of an obliging cloud bank that kept the moon hidden for five minutes, Jim very shortly had the patrol disposed on either side of the cars nearest to the ten-foot wall. Every man’s hand was on his revolver, but there was not a sign nor a sound that would have led a casual ob- server to suppose that there was a soul in the siding be- yond the two sleepy watchmen, TOP WEEKLY, Perhaps three minutes had passed since these prepara- tions were completed when the ears of the silent watchers caught the sound of hurrying footsteps. A shout from one of the watchmen by. the fire followed. There was a confused murmur of voices, a sudden cry from the protesting watchman, a shrill whistle, and then a jeering laugh. Jim Harvey and Sullivan, who were lying side by side between two cars, had watched the whole business. Four ; men, one a powerful-looking, swarthy ruffian with a fierce “ black mustache, had started to take their way toward the F freight cars. i One of the watchmen had lurched to his feet, and in- “97% terposed. The men moved ahead without heeding his protest; he had laid his hand on one of them, and the next moment was brutally struck down. “That’s Spike Michaels that struck him,” interjected Sul- livan, who was only kept where he was by Jim's re- straining hand. “Black Michaels is the big chap.” : As the watchman fell, his companion blew a shrill alarm on his whistle. The jeering laugh that followed showed | how little the wanderers feared interference from the po= lice. “ds ee: Without troublirig to prevent him from whistling ag@in, they passed the watchman, and continued their progress, toward the cars. +e ae “Tl’ve got him covered,” muttered Sullivan. “Will® a shoot?” His revolver was pointing straight at Black: Michaels. “Not a shot till I give the word,” answered Jim; ” “they haven’t touched the cars yet. Wait for me here” ~ And he slipped away from Sullivan’s side. * As Black Michaels got abreast of the first truck, he ~ put his fingers to his lips, and blew a peculiar mellow ™ whistle. Instantly, and plainly in answer to his signal, a swarm of men and boys appeared on the top of the ten- foot wall. Several rope ladders were flung over, and by the help of these many of the older men reached the siding. The others, to the number of about twenty-five, swung by their hands and dropped. Meanwhile there was a rumble of wheels by the side of the tracks, and before the last of the gang of thieves had dropped from the wall two heavy carts, each pulled’ by a pair of horses, drew up on the waste land beside the tracks. A succession of blows and the rattling of bars a mo- ment later told that the doors of many freight cars had been attacked. The moon, that for a full minute had been hidden, shone out again in all her power, and, as though this were a signal waited for, the rolling fire of a score of revolvers spat out. The freight patrol had fired its! first volley. Of the horde of thieves about a dozen fell howling dismally, while the others, though unwounded, yelled with sudden terror. A mad rush—a retreat in horrible disorder—was stopped by the voice of Black Michaels, ringing out like a rifle shot. Every sound man of the thieves stopped and stooped. When they rose, each of them had-a handful of sharp flints from the roadbed of the\siding. Jim Harvey, who had again reached Sullivan’s side, jumped from the shadow of the cars, followed by the Irish- man and every man of the patrol. A volley of flint stones answered the second spitting fire of bullets. Sy en es RT a A heavy stone hit Jim on the head; his thick cap saved his life, but the blow felled him. Sullivan, from the tail . |e of his eye, saw who threw the stone. It was Spike = Michaels, With a howl of rage, the Irishman fired his third shot. He aimed at Spike’s legs, but the little thief saw the ! ‘ : gun pointed at him, and dived for the shelter of a truck; . ia the bullet hit him in the chest, and he crawled under the . Struck, and died. ; & Beside Jim Harvey, two men of the patrol had dropped ; E before the stones. Fifteen of the train pirates were ac- 5 a counted for by the bullets, but none killed except Spike ———_- Michaels. — “Capture Black Michaels!” gasped Jim Harvey, as Sul- — livan knelt beside him. __ Happy to find that Jim was better than he had dared to hope, Sullivan, in a cross fire of bullets and stones, "eso sprang forward, Black Michaels had found his son, and 7 was lifting him in his arms when Sullivan reached him. _ He pressed the body to him with his left arm, and his right fist met Sullivan’s chin with such a crash that the ‘driver went down like a felled ox. He rose to his feet with a furious grunt two seconds later, but Black Michaels and his burden were in one of the two heavy carts, aid the horses we at full speed across the waste land. The patrol had drawn first blood in the war with the thieves, but the death of Spike Michaels had made Black Michaels a fierce and desperate enemy. To his natural lawlessness was now added a vindictive and hate-inspired desire for revenge, TO BE CONTINUED. SCUDDER’S DOG CASE. By MAX ADELER. A man came into the office of Judge Parker the other day while I was in there attending to a little law business, and he said: “Judge, my name is Scudder. I called to see about a dog “ease that kinder bewilders me, and I thought maybe you E might throw some light on her—might just give me the law © points so’s I’d know whether it was worth while suing or not. : “Well, judge you see, me’and a man named Potts went 3) into partnership on a dog. We bought him. He was a "setter, and me and Potts went shares on him so’s to take him out hunting. It was never exactly settled which half of him I owned and which half of him belonged to Potts, but somehow I kinder formed an idea in my own mind that the hind end was Scudder’s and the front end Potts’. Consequence was that when the dog barked I always said, ‘there goes Potts’ half exercising itself,’ and when the dog’s | tail wagged I always considered that my end was being agi- ; ~~ And, of course, when one of my hind legs scratched M ne of Potts’ ears or one of his shoulders, I was per- 7 ea fectly satisfied; first, because that sorter thing was good a, for the whole dog; and, second, because the thing would _et about even when Potts’ head would reach around and bite a flea off my hind legs or snap at a fly, “Well, things went along smooth enough for a while, until one day that dog began to get into the habit of running around after his tail. He was the foolishest dog about that I ever see. Used to chase his tail round and ~ oe a nr > a oe i eh eae ew ee. NEW Ti?’ TOP" WEEKLY: 25 round until he’d get so giddy he couldn’t bark. And you know I was skeered lest it might hurt the dog’s health, and as Potts didn’t seem to be willing to keep his end from circulating in pursuit of my end, I made up my mind to chop the dog’s tail off, so’s to make him reform and be- have. So last Saturday I caused the dog to back up agin’ a log, and then I suddenly dropped the ax on his tail, pretty close up, and next minute he was booming around the yard, howling like a boatload of wild cats. Just then Potts came up, and he let on to be mad because I’d cut off that tail. One word brought on another, and pretty soon Potts sicked that dog on me—my own half, too, mind you—and the dog bit me in the leg, bit a piece out: See that; look at that leg!“ About half a pound gone; eat up by that dog. “Now what I want to see you about, judge, is this: Can’t I recover damages for assault and battery from Potts? What I chopped off belonged to me, recollect? I owned an individual half of that/setter pup, from the tip of his tail clean up to his third rib, and I had a right to cut away as much of it as I’d a mind to; while Potts, being sole owner of the dog’s head, is responsible when “he bites anybody.” “There But “I don’t know,” replied the judge musingly. haven't been any decisions on ‘cases exactly like this. what does Mr. Potts say upon the subject?” “Why, Potts’ view is that I divided the dog the wrong way. When he wants to map out his half he draws a line from the middle of the nose, right along the spine, and clean to the end of the tail. That give me one hind leg and one fore leg, and makes him joint proprietor in the \ tail. And he says that if I wanted to cut off my half of the tail I might have done it, and he wouldn’t ’ve cared; but what made him mad was that I wasted his property with- out consulting him. But that theory seems to me a little strained, and if it’s legal, why I’m going to close out my own half of that dog at a sacrifice sooner than hold any in- terest in him on those principles. Now, what do you think about it?” “Well,” said the judge, “I can hardly decide so impor- tant a question offhand; but at the first glance my opinion is that you own the whole dog and Potts also owns the whole dog. So when he bites you a suit won't lie against Potts, and the only thing you can do to obtain justice is to make the dog bite Potts also. As for the tail, when it is separated from the dog it is no longer the dog’s tail, and it is not worth fighting about.” “Can’t sue Potts, you say?” “T think not.” “Can’t get damages for the meat that’s been bit out of me?” “I hardly think you can.” “Well, well, and yet they talk about American civiliza- tion, and temples of justice, and such things. All right. Let it go. I kin stand it; but don’t anybody ever undertake to tell me that the law protects human beings in their rights. Good morning, judge.” “Wait a minute, Mr. Scudder,” forgotten my fee.” “F-f-f-fee! Why, you don’t charge anything when I don’t sue, do you?” “Certainly, for my advice. My fee is ten dollars.” “Ten dollars! Ten dollars! Why,. judge, that’s just what I paid for my half of the dog. I haven't got fifty said the judge, “you've Pe ae cents to my name. But T’ll-tell you what I'll do. Ill make over all my rights in that setter pup to you, and you kin' go round and fight it out with Potts. If that dog bites me agin I’ll sue you and Potts as sure as my name’s Seud- der.” Potts owns the whole dog now, and Scudder guns with- out one. REPTILES AND MEDICINE. The majority of snakes are not, as most people suppose, aggressive in their habits, but, like the British viper, far more anxious to get out of the way of the human intruder than into it. But there are a few famous, or infamous, exceptions, and the mamba—one of the largest cobras, and a native of Africa—is said to be the most dangerous rep- tile in the world. It will fly at anything and anybody; goes out of its way to pick a quarrel with every passer-by, and has even been known to come down from a tree where it was rest- ing, apparently fast asleep, to try. conclusions with a man armed with a gun. The only snake that approaches .the mamba in ferocity is the great king cobra, or hamadryad of the East, which is larger than the mamba and generally quite as ready to interfere with any living creature that comes within its ken. It has been known to chase a man on horseback, and so fast can it travel that it is said that none but a swift- footed animal has any chance of escape. The poison of both these snakes is so powerful that, as some one once stated in an examination paper on reptiles, “even a scientist when bitten by either of these ferocious creatures ceases to be interested in the matter after a space of a few minutes.” Among the Australian cobras, the pit vipers of America, and the great West African vipers, there are certain species that prefer the offensive to the defensive methods, and in most cases it is the aggressive varieties that carry the most poisonous fangs. Snake baiting is an amusement that few persons would care to indulge in, but it appears this hazardous occupa- tion is an actual business in certain parts of Australia. The poison is said to be invaluable in the preparation of particular medicines, and is also much sought after by scientists and experimenters. Its value is such, indeed, that the snake poison collected by the natives of New South Wales has been sold for as much as a sovereign to 25 shillings a grain, which works out at the amazing figure of $30,000 per pound troy. The business of snake catching is naturally exceedingly dangerous, but some of the Au- stralian snake hunters are so expert that they can take their quarry with no other weapon but their hands. THE ISLE OF PATMOS. Patmos is one of the groups of islands called the Spor- ades. It is now called Patino and lies 24 miles distant from the coast of Asia Minor, a little south of Ephesus. It is a tiny little islet, compared with some of its larger neighbors, and has an area of only 16 square miles, and at present a population of 4,000 souls. In-St. John’s time there were still fewer inhabitants, yet before the days of record time the islands were inhabited, for cyclopean re- ‘mains are found there, which show its prehistoric an- tiquity. There are not many things of great interest in Patmos, j NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. except as the memory and the spirit of St. John suffusés every landscape with his gentle spirit of love. There ~ is, however, says the Christian Herald, the. Cave of the” © Apocalypse, in which, tradition tells us, the apostle saw the vision which he has recorded in the last book of the New Testament. There is also the Monastery of St. Johny founded 800 years ago, which once contained an important and valuable library, now removed to the Bodelian Library, at Oxford: , In this library was found one of the most valuable of the ancient manuscripts of the Gospels. It is not what St. John saw in Patmos that interests us, but what he saw far away, as he looked out from his island prison. Look- ing to the north and east he could, from the heights of Patmos, doubtless see the great mountains of Asia Minor to the north, among which lay the Seven Churches. The scenery and situation of Patmos gives us a key to much of the imagery of the book of Revelation. Patmos ~% was one of the islands of an archipelago, High moun- 33 tainous headlands could be seen on every side, and around all,.shutting him jn from country and plain and fellow. disciples, was the impassable sea, his real prison wall,” mysterious and dangerous. As we think of this ~situa- tion of the aged. seer we can more fully understand his imagery when he tells us that every “mountain and island were moved out of their places,” that every “island fled ™ away and the mountains were not foynd.” f, ORIGIN OF “SANDWICH MAN,” The “sandwich man,’ whom many correspondents are trying to trace to birth, existed long before the ’4os. And it seems highly probable that Charles Dickens. invented his nickname, for in one of his “Sketches by Boz,” written) § about 1836, he remarks: “So he stopped the unstamped © adyeftisement—an animated sandwich, composed of a boy ©) between two boards.” old ae a a AN ODD BASEBALL LINE-UP The game opened with Molasses at the stick, and Small- Ss pox catching. Cigar was in the box, with plenty of smoke. hea Horn was on first base, and Fiddle on second. Backed © by Corn in the field, he made it hot for Umpire Apple, who was rotten. Ax came to bat and chopped. Cigar let Brick ~ walk, and Sawdust filled the bases. Song made a hit, and 7% Twenty made a score, Cigar went out, and Balloon started” 7 to pitch, but went straight up; then Cherry tried it, but. So was wild.” Old Ice kept cool in the game until he was hit ' by a pitched ball, and then you ought to have heard Ice 7 Cream. Cabbage had a good head and kept quiet, Grass covered lots of ground, and the crowd cheered when Spider caught the fly. Bread loafed on third and pumped Organ, . who played fast and put Light out. In the fifth inning Wind began to blow about what he could do, Hammer began to knock, and Trees a iy leave. The way they roasted Peanuts was a fright. Kuite 9% was pit out for cutting first base. Lightning finished oe pitching the game and struck out six men. In the ninth 4 Apple told Fiddle to take his base, and then Song made : another hit. Trombone made. a slide, and Meat was put on the plate, There was lots of betting on the game, but Soap cleaned up. The score was 1 to 0, Door said that. if he had pitched he would have shut them out. NEW: TIP TOP. WEEKLY. NEWS ITEMS OF INTEREST. § C. 5 e - ve :. as Paris Alarmed by “Tub Habit.” t ; me The unexpected disclosure was made recently that the y £ \ shoftage of water in Paris, which is always slightly felt 7 5 in the hot days, may be due in no small measure to the new f 4 | French custom of taking a morning bath. 4 . Since Parisian men afd women adopted the English y 4 | custom of a morning tub ten years ago, every. new house 7 built in Paris has been furnished with several bathrooms, | while all the hotels have made similar installations.. Al- “though the tub habit is by no means general, it is esti- mated that 100,000 baths are taken every summer morn- "img in Paris, which gives a consumption of water of ap- “proximately 2,000,000 gallons daily. "When provision was made for the capital’s water supply ) there was no allowance for such a contingency, with the ) result that immediately the hot weather begins, the water taps show a mere trickle of water. The city engineers have at last waked up to this aspect of the problem and € attempting to devise means by which Parisians will MO longer have to use drinking water with which to the body. It is possible to supply river water by ecia) taps. The “authorities do not believe that the shortage of drinking water in Paris will be so serious as it was in "iott, The new reservoir, in the surburb of Ivry, is prac- : tically completed, where the Seine supply is passed through filtering plant and may be used to supplement the spring "water hitherto furnished without the slightest danger to @ public health. The prefect of the Seine’s report, issued fecently, recommends the construction of an aqueduct 100 miles long from the Loire Valley to Paris at a cost of $80,000,000 in order to settle once and for all the difficulty sof Paris in obtaining a water supply. The proposal to rum an aqueduct from Lake Geneva has been rejected as impracticable. Looks for New Serums. im “of serums which will effect permanent cures in cases of » tuberculosis and cancer, according to the belief which Doc- » tor Norton L. Wilson, of Elizabeth, N. J., expressed re- "cently in his presidential address before the Medical So- ciety of New Jersey. » A test of the blood pressure and the time it takes to Jot he declared a sure way to determine whether or Ot a patient was affected by tuberculosis. The blood pres- ure of tuberculosis patients, he explained, was consider- vably. lower than that of persons in normal health, while ‘the blood of tubercular persons clotted in half the time 7 the blood of normal persons did. ‘id ' Surgical Feat Gives Child a New Mouth, After many weeks of treatment, the rebuilding 6f a little - girl's chin and the restoration of her mouth to normal ‘proportions after they had been terribly distorted by burns “have been completed at a hospital in Baltimore, Md. © The child’s clothing had taken fire while she was play- ’ ing about a gas stove, and the flesh on her face was seared to such an extent that when the wound healed only a small hole was left where the mouth had been. So small The medical profession is on the verge of the discovery ° was the opening that the little finger could be inserted with difficulty. Nothing was left of the chin but the bone and a covering of scarred flesh. The child’s mpther offered all the skin necessary for grafting, but the surgeon decided on another plan. A large flap of flesh was cut from the child’s abdomen, one side being left attached to the body. Then a slit was made in the arm of the patient sufficiently large to allow the insertion of the raised end of the flesh on the abdo- mén. This was done to establish circulation in the ab- dominal flesh. After weeks that part of the flesh attached to the abdo- men was cut and the child’s arm, with the flap of flesh growing to it was raised, and the part that formerly had been joined to the abdomen was joined to the lips and chin from which the seared flesh had been cut. For weeks blood flowed from the child’s arm into the bridge of flesh from the abdomen, and then into the chin and lips. When circulation had been established, the child’s arm was cut from her chin and-allowed to return to its normal place. The new flesh was then attached to the chin. A small hole had been cut in it to allow the child to be fed. Later a mouth was cut in the mass of flesh, and then the chin was rounded out. When the child was discharged from the hospital she could eat, talk, and move her jaws as well as any of her companiohs. It is only upon close examination that the new chin can be discovered. Pirate Squad of Autos, The New York City police will be called upon by Secre- tary of State May to investigate cases of alleged fictitious names and addresses given by persons in securing automo- bile licenses. Edward S. Cornell, of the National Highways Protective Society, has asserted that “a pirate squad of 100 automo- biles,” ready for commission in any crooked purpose, exists in New York, composed of persons who have secured licenses ‘under false pretenses. The maximum penalty for such violation is a fine of $50. “Phese cases,” says Secretary May} “strikingly illustrate the glaring inadequacies in the present law, in view: of the startling increase in the criminal use of the automobile. Light Punishment for Insulting King. When the King of Spain was passing down the Avenue des Champs-Elysees, in Paris, France, on the day of his arrival, a spectator called out “Vive Ferrer Assassin!” He was immediately arrested, and the matter has had a rather curious sequel. Before the “tribunal correctional” he was only indicted on the charge of using insulting language to police officials, but on his affirming in court that his re- marks were addressed to the king, he was sentenced to six months’ imprisonment, for insulting a sovereign, accord- ing to the terms of a law of 1881. He appealed, and his sentence has been reduced to a month. The higher court held that the “tribunal” had no right to set aside the original indictment, as the law distinctly provides that a prisoner can only be tried for insulting a sovereign on ' Scotland. 28 ; NEW the demand of the sovereign himself, which must reach the foreign office through the usual channels. Abusing royalty in public would therefore appear to be less risky in France than in Germany. Hilton World’s Champion. Harold H. Hilton, of the Royal Liverpool Golf Club, recently won for the fourth time the British amateur golf championship, defeating Robert Harris, of Scotland, 6 up and 5 to play over. the 36-hole course, at St. Andrews, This is the first time in twelve years that a player representing England has contested with a Scotch- man in the final round. The interest in the. tournament was materially lessened when W. Heinrich Schmidt, of Worcester, Mass., was defeated by Hilton by one stroke at the nineteenth hole. New Watden Hazed by Aubutn Convicts. Protesting against a noon menu of creamed codfish, po- tatoes, pickled beets, brown bread, white bread, and tea, convicts employed in the cabinet and cane shops of the Auburn, N. Y., State prison went on strike recently. The men gtoaned over their meal, then refused to go to work, They were locked in cells, and all but twenty- seven decided to return to work. Old prison officers say the convicts wished to try, out the new watden, C. F. Rattigan. Mr. Rattigan says he expected some move of the sort, and wasn’t worfied. \ Courtney to Retite, At the conclusion of his present contract, which has three years to run, Charles E. Courtney will retire as coach of the Cornell navy, according to an announcement he made himself. He may agree after that time to act in a gen- eral advisory and supervisory capacity if the right man is placed under him to do the active. work, but he says that he wishes to be relieved of the strenuous work. Court- ney is now 61 years of age. He is completing twenty- eight years of service at Cornell, and feels that he is entitled to a respite. Says $8.75 Least Gitl Can Live On. Miss Mary Bulkley, chairman of the industrial rela- tidns committee of the Central Council of Social Agencies, told the Missouri Senate wage investigating committee that the minimum pay upon which a girl can live in St. Louis was $8.75 a week. . Similar testimony was given by Mrs. Harry C. January, secretary of the Consumers’ League, Both witnesses testified that many girls were employed in St. Louis stores at $2.50 to $3.50 a week, and that scrub- women in office buildings got from $20 to $30 a month. Mote Vacation Schools, Children in 150 or more American cities will continue going to school during the summer months this year, ac- cording to information received at the United States bu- reau of education. Clarence Arthur Perry, in a publication issued by the Russell Sage Foundation, New York City, finds that 141 municipalities reported vacation schools. in one or more buildings in 1912, and there will, undoubtedly, be more this year. Starting originally as a humanitarian movement to keep children off the city streets, the vacation schools have become an important part of the school system with a TIP. .TOP WEEKLY. tremendous influence in the demand for the all-year school. The steady development from fifty-six citiés in 1909 to I14I in 1912 indicates that vacation schools represent a genuine educational demand, and not a mere fad. Some of the schools keep open as long as ten weeks, but six weeks is the usual term. In most cities the session is five days a week, though eleven cities report sessions of six days. The school authorities have generally provided the funds for the work, but they have sometimes been” aided by tuition fees or private contributions. Appropria- tions for vacation-school work in 1912 totaled moré than $300,000. i The vacation schools have been distinctly successful most of the instances reported to the bureau of education. In Newark, N. J., where the vacation school idea is oldest,” Superintendent Poland placed two elementary schools upon an all-year basis in June, 1912. Some of the advantages claimed for the vacation schools are: They have interested pupils who have not been interested in the work of the regular term; they have been useful in giving deficient pu- pils a chance to make up lost ground; they have proved to be generally beneficial to the health of teachers and, pupils; and they have given teachers who have taught ‘if them a clearer insight into the real needs of school chile” dren. Hait Turns White in a Day. A remarkable change has taken place in the appearance of Frank A. Roach, the Missouri Pacific train dispatcher, ) 9 cause of the wresking of two who was primarily the Missouri Pacific passenger trains at Brandt’s by sending a wrong order. ; Switch, Mo, ; He is now at the home of his wife’s parents, at Eldon, and# so complete is his break-down it is claimed he will never be able to resume work as a telegrapher, even in a commercial office. Cremation in France Gains, Evidence that the practice of cremation is slowly grow- ing in France is shown by the figures for 1912 submitted to the Academy of Medicine.. Last year 541 bodies. were cremated, as compared to 519 in fogi1. Crematoriums exist in Paris, Marseilles, Rheims, and Rouen. One is building at Orleans and one is about to be built at Monaco. There were 6,500 cremations in 1911 in America and 8,858 cremations in Germany in 1912, and in Switzerland 1,583 in the same year. Fleet Can Use Canal by October 1, “Tf the United States were confronted with war in the Pacific we could float the Atlantic Fleet across the Isthmus of Panama by October,’ declared Colonel George Goethals, on his arrival here recently from the Canal Zone. Colonel Goethals has been summoned to Washington to confer with the secretary of war. The work on the forti- fications is proceeding rapidly; it is on that subject that he will confer with Secretary Garrison. Cruiset “Maryland” Sets Target Record, At the spring target practice of the Pacifie fleet, held off San Diego, the cruiser Maryland received an average of 80.552 with her main batteries of eight-inch guns. ; With a speed of 18 knots an hour the Maryland steamed past the targets, and at a range of 12,000 yards opened fire Roach’s hairy-originally black, se has turned completely white, and he is a nervous wreck. | NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. < 209 with ker main batteries. Firing each gun every minute she made over eight out of the possible ten hits per gun. The targets are very small as compared with the sizé of the possible enemy, so that in actual battle the damage of this fire would have been terribly accurate, .A miss of the target under the naval regulations counts as a demerit. Bull that Gives Milk Brings $500. ‘The bull owned by the Delaware College Agricultural Experiment Station, at Newark, Del., which actually gives milk has been sold. Professor Harry Hayward, dean of the agricultural department of the college, and director of the government experiment station, announced that the animal has been disposed of to Scoville Brothers, breed- ters, of Chapinville, Conn., for $500, The bull is named King Beda, and is blooded. It gives milk because of the development of its mammary glands, Professor Hayward said the college officials were not “anxious to part with the animal, and were only induced me to do so by the fact that the institution owns a half "brother to King Beda that is valued at $2,000, ~ Dog Hooks Two Fish; is Pulled Off Pier. When John Elliott left De Hart’s Dock, Mariner Harbor, 1, N. Y., one day recently to get a drink of butter- mili, he tied his two fishing lines to the collar of his bull @trier and hitched the terrier to the stringpiece. © When he came back the dog was gone, He whistled and | got @ muffled bark in response. He looked over the edge ) Of the dock and saw the dog swimming with two sea bass in tow, one hooked to either line. Elliott got into a boat, esdued the dog, and retrieved the fish. He lives at No. 224 Broad Street ,Elizabeth, N. J., where he can be found by any reader who doubts the veracity of the reporter. Youth Who Gave Up Skin for Boy Now Near Death. ) Charles Kaplow, of No. 1567 Wilkins Avenue, the Bronx, | N.Y., a young swimming instructor, who has spent a large | Part of his twenty-two years in hospitals as a result of his Willingness to risk his life in saving others, is near death - as a sequel of his latest self-sacrifice. Dangerously ill at the Flower Hospital, where he went after giving skin in an operation to save little Benjamin Colwell, of Nutley, N. J., word was brought to him re- Céiitly that his wife had disappeared. Disregarding the .) Warning of physicians, Kaplow rose from his bed and hur- Tied to police headquarters, where he had a confidential alarm sent out. He returned in such a condition that the surgeons are fearful for his life. Mrs. Kaplow was formerly Miss Beulah Powers, a nurse ‘in Gouverneur Hospital, where’she met Kaplow, who was COnvalescing from an ‘operation in which he gave skin to young Bertha Weuccher, of No. 535 East Fifth Street. Kaplow is credited with saving a dozen lives in drown- © ing accidents, fires, and cases of skin-grafting, He was “twice operated upon at the Colwell home. He gave thirty- two inches of his skin, and’ the wound has never healed. Physicians say now that skin must be grafted from some | Other person or his death will probably be the alternative. “Little Sister” is Salvation of “Big,” “ young woman, Mademoisellé Boyer, of Ajaccio, France, Was passing an open-air laundry when a sudden #et of flame burst from the furnace and set first her hair and then her clothes on fire. Before the flames could be put out she had been terribly burned about the face, arms, and breast. In the opinion of the doctors, the grafting of healthy human skin offered the only chance, but a good one, of cure. Failing that, the young woman would be dis- figured for life. Without a moment’s hesitation, Mademoi- selle Boyer’s younger sister, a child of t2, volunteered. Warned that the operation, or rather operations, must, to be efficacious, be performed without anzsthetics, she still maintained her offer. At intervals of five or six days for almost half a year the heroic child submitted to no less than twenty-six painful operations without once making a complaint. Her long martyrdom has had its reward, for the recovery of the “big sister” is now complete. Will Not Disturb Captain Scott’s Body, No effort is to be made to disturb the body of Captain Robert F, Scott, nor those of the heroes who died with him while returning from the expedition to the south pole. Lord Curzon made this announcement at the annual meeting of the Royal Geographical Society, when the so- ciety’s medals were presented to the widows of Captain Scott and Doctor Edward A, Wilson and to the surviving members of the expedition, The relatives of the dead men, Captain Robert F. Scott, Doctor Edward A. Wilson, Lieutenant H. R. Bowers, Captain L. E. G. Oates, and Petty Officer Edgar Evans, have expressed the unanimous desire that the recovery of the bodies never should be attempted. Parachutist Up to Neck in Mud. Falling 400 feet from an aéroplane, Arthur Lampham, a youthful parachute jumper, came down feet first in a Staten Island, N. Y., marsh, and was buried to his neck in the mud. With ropes and boards he was pulled out. At a hospital he was found to be suffering from the shock, Lampham was taken up by Harry B. Brown, an aviator, and was to have made a 500-foot drop. His para- chute failed to work. “Thistle” Order is Truly Ancient. The Order of the Thistle, of which Lord Haldane is to be made a knight, dates only from the last days of 1703. Centuries earlier, however, the thistle was the \ national badge of Scotland, and the origin of its emblematic use is referred by tradition to the Danish invasion of Scotland. The invaders. planned a night attack, and marching bare- foot, had contrived to creep close up to the Scottish forces unobserved when one of them stepped on a thistle and uttered a cry of pain. The alarm was given and the at- tack failed. Out of gratitude the thistle was adopted as the insignia of Scotland. Yale’s Great Stadium to Accommodate More than 60,000 Petsons, After being delayed for nearly a.year beyond the time when the actual work of construction was to have begun on the new Yale Stadium, the new field has just been staked out, and the work on the stadium will be started in a very short tinje. Graduates who returned to New Haven in June saw that some progress had been made with the money they had pledged for the greatest of the athletic improvements at Yale. By the present plan more than half the stadium will he underground, The stadium will accommodate 60,090 per- 30 , NEW) -TIP*:TOP WEERLY. sons, and with half of it underground it will be possible later to add several thousand more seats if the time should ever come when interest in college athletics should demand such an addition. Of the 60,000 seats about 20,000 will be below the level of the earth, and the other 40,000 in rising circles above. The construction will be of concrete and cement, with moveable board seats to be placed around for the big games. A special drainage system has been designed by Charles A. Ferry. Thi$ system is planned to do away entirely with muddy fields. By it all moisture is absorbed from the ground of the stadium, and the water is drained into West River. It is expected that within an hour after a rain has ceased the ground of the stadium will be dry. There will be some room for quarters for different teams, but a large field house is ultimately to be built on the Yalé Field. the Harvard game a year from next fall, but the early sea- son games of the fall of 1914 will be played on the old Yale Field. The building of the stadium will mark a climax to nearly a million dollars’ worth of building for Yale athletics in the last six years. The first building was the Carnegie swimming pool, which cost more than $60,000, of which $40,000 was given by Andrew Carnegie and the balance raised by Ogden M. Reid, who was then captain of the water-polo team. The second great building was the erec- tion of the George Adee memorial boathouse. The third was the building of the Yale hockey ring by an anonymous donor, the finest university hockey rink in the country. The fourth building was the $30,000 baseball cage. Six Yeats in Jail for Fatal “Jokers.” Prison sentences were imposed recently on Henry Good- rich, of South Burlington, Vt., and on Henry McCabe and James Sweeney, of Bolton, who in an attempt to make Samuel Rounds, a negro boy, confess to stealing, accidently drowned the lad in the Winooski River, at Bolton. Mc- Cabe and Sweeney pleaded guilty to manslaughter before the trial in which Goodrich was convicted of the same ‘crime. The court imposed the same sentence on all three, of not less than six nor more than eight’ years in State prison. Saw Real Sea Serpent. C. N: Munson, who used to sell land in Florida, ar- rived in New York recently after an exciting fishing experience in Bermuda. Going out one morning, equipped only with hook and line, Mr. Munson suddenly found him- self in the midst of a school of whales. He does not pre- tend to have caught one of these himself, but he said he saw one of them “landed.” “We had gone out, a fisherman and myself, at daylight,” said Mr. Munson, “to a place just outside of a reef, eight- een miles from shore. We had an interesting morning’s sport, landing twenty-two rockfish, each of which weighed from thirty to forty pounds. Suddenly my companion gave a shout, and I saw, not a hundred yards away, what seemed to my ‘uninitiated eyes to be a waterspout. Then I made out a number of black objects just above the , water. “Whales !’ shouted the fisherman, dashing for the bow and tugging away at the cable. Soon all about us the water seemed to be alive with whales, Do you know the origin of all‘these yarns about the sea serpent? I saw it The stadium will be completed in time for ' ‘ then in a flash. Anybody who believes he has seen a sea serpent has simply caught sight of a school of whales, for at a little distance a lot of them together give the ap- - pearance of the curves of a sea monster such as so-called eyewitnesses have described. Apparently these whales were being chased by swordfish, for they were making great speed. “My companion was greatly excited. Having got the anchor up, he rushed back to the engine and tried to start it going. He said he would be sure to be upset if we did not start, and after five minutes of effort he had succeeded in doing nothing more than spilling gasoline all over the cockpit. Giving this up as a bad job, he raised the sail and we managed to miss a big fellow by less than ten feet. This chap was going at tremendous speed, straight in the direction of the reef. All of a sudden he struck the reef, the impetus carrying him almost high and dry. Any- how, he stuck between two rocks, with the greater part of his body out of water. He lashed the seas furiously with his tail, but could not go forward or draw back. We left him there, and later some of the sailors from a British ship then in port went out and found his carcass and: cut off part. of it.” Asylum Inmate is Genius Calculating, A doctor at an asylum at Nantes, France, has discovered among his patients a “lightning calculator,” who, although © he can scarcely read and cannot write, solves mental arith- "i metic problems involving large numbers. Asked “How many seconds are there in thirty-nine years three months and twelve hours,” he gave the correct answer | in thirty-two seconds. Explaining how he calculated the ~ number of seconds in thirty years, he said: @ “I know by heart that there are 31,556,000 seconds’ in a I multiply 30,000,000 by 30. That gives me 900,000,- year. ooo. Then I multiply 1,500,000 by 30 and get 45,000,000; 30,000 by 30, which gives 900,000; and 6,000 by 30 gives 180,000. I add all these products and get 946,080,000 sec- onds in thirty years.” This answer was given in fourteen seconds. Last of Island Whalers Dead. Nantucket’s whaling masters are now a vanished race. The last of them passed on recently when Captain Thad- deus Coffin Defriez died at his home, at Nantucket. He was QI years old. Captain Defriez rose from the position of a common sailor to that of judge of the probate court of Nantucket County, a position which he held for 35 years. He was nearly 83 years old when he resigned his place on the bench, and had hoped to relinquish his seat on that birth- day anniversary.. A few weeks before the date, however, he was seized by an illness that kept him from his court for the first time since he assumed office, and he did not return to it. The old whaler Catawba, famous in her day as one of the biggest money makers that went north after whales, was Captain Defriez’s first ship. His last voyage was in command of the Sacramento, which hailed from Westport. This was during the Civil War, and the ship had a very close call from capture by the Confederate cruiser Alabama, that was at that time playing havoc among ships hailing from Northern ports. The Alabama, which was afterward joined by the Con- federate cruiser Florida in the chase, was lying off the NEW TIP TOP WEEKLY. 31 Naritucket shore, waiting for prey, ‘Captain Defriez knew his danger, and made Nantucket harbor at night, with every light extinguished. He passed the South Shoal light- ship in a heavy fog. The next day the Florida destroyed several Nantucket fishermen that were off the lightship. After that voyage Captain Defriez lived ashore and became prominent in the public affairs of the island, He had scores of friends among the summer visitors, and _ was personally known to almost every all-the-year-round dweller on Nantucket. Thompson Set New Record. F. C. Thompson, a student in the Princeton Theological Seminary, made a new world’s record in the all-round championship, held recently, when he scored a total of /7,.409 in the ten events. The previous records were 7,385, made by Martin Sheridan, of New York, and 7,476%, made by James Thorpe, subsequently disqualified for pro- essionalism. Thorpe made his record last September at Celtic Park, New York. The meet was sanctioned by the Amateur Athletic Jnion, and open to all registered amateurs, but the only Mentries were Princeton students. J. H. Simons, M. Hayes, m@nd M. L. Davy corhpeted against Thompson. Simons ‘fin- hed there are sure to be published articles by the tific and nonscientific showing just how soon we may pect ships a mile long, et cetera. 'M. Bertin, formerly chief of naval construction in He shows that as size increases there is a relatively reater increase in the structural weights. The huge size E @ 90,000-ton boat, for instance, would demand so heavy DMstruction, according to his figuring, that there would Phe faom for only 465 tons of cargo after allowing for h. e =. and coal. * By his reckoning, a ship of 50,000 tons has the most the same as our long ton.) Cargo space in proportion to NSize is greatest in the 30,000-ton boat. "In regard to speed, he estimates the 40,000-ton boat the Ost’ economical, after making due allowance for cargo "Of course, these calculations are based on the present State of science. Engines with more power for the same eight would modify them, or some new method of mak- ing stecl, so that the weight of hull and frame might be reduced oi Steadily Gaining on White Plague, From Prussia come statistics to gladden the hearts of the fortes engaged in world-wide battle with tuberculosis. Not only has the onward march of the white plague been checked in this section of the empire, but its ravages have @ven been lessened. The death rate in 1911 was 15.12 per 0,000; in 1912 it was 14.49. Where 61,219 persons died Tt, 50,500 died in 1912—and this nothwithstanding the Hormal increase in population. 'Byen more encouragingly is the report from Hamburg By Yo" the Central Antituberculosis Committee of Germany. The death rate there dropped from 10,19 per 10,000 in 1896 to 8.64 in 1912. Significant was the report that deaths in hospitals and institutions rose from 40 per cent of the whole in 1896 to nearly 56 per cent in’ 1912. Ger- many is beginning to rid itself of its ancient horror of hospitals. During the year ending January 1 last, the report of the central committee recites, there were 147 sanitariums and hospitals throughout the empire for the treatment of adults suffering from pulmonary tuberculosis, and 27 institutions children were treated. Within their walls were 16,778 beds for tuberculosis sufferers. In addition there were many other institutions where other forms of the disease were treated. such where Hunting “Leak,” Officer Finds Funeral Wagon Hides Liquor. The necessity imposed by prohibition is the mother of many new inventions and devices for deceiving the liquor raiders in Maine, but Bangor has furnished the latest in this line. , For some time it had been known that a liquor dealer had been receiving considerable quantities of wet goods from the suburbs, but by what means the sheriff was un- able to ascertain until recently when it was observed that the wagon of an undertaker was making a good many trips and going at an unusual rate of speed. When the black wagon was coming into towri on its third trip from the same direction, officers halted it and found that the driver was a man who had recently been before the court on a charge of liquor selling, and, that while no liquor was being carried this trip, the wagon smelled strongly of beer and contained a number of bags filled with empty bottles, Money for Frog King. Herman Koch, a farmer, of Gann Valley, S. D., is the frog king of South Dakota, On his farm he has“a large pond and takes the best care possible of the frogs, of which there are thousands. In one day recently he mar- keted a large consignment, for which he received the sum of $400, preying that this side line is a profitable one for him, Prince’s Barbet Guest at Wedding. There was one guest at the wedding of Prince Ernest August and Princess Victoria Louise, daughter of Em- peror William of Germany, who belonged neither to mili- tary, high official, nor court circles, and who was not even of a rank entitling him to appear at court at all. This fortunate individual was a Munich barber. When Prince Ernest was living in Munich he was shaved daily by this young man. Just before he left Munich the barber la- mented that he should never see the prince again. “Oh, it may not be so long,” replied the prince, and a few days later the barber received invitations to the royal wedding, the wedding dinner, and the gala opera. Afire, Jumps into River. Robert Trost, of Weber Avenue, north Tarrytown, N. ¥., recently saved himself from burning ta death by jumping into the Hudson. He is employed by the Manilla Anchor Brewing Company, at Dobbs Ferry, and is in charge of the ~) motor trucks, There was something wrong with the gaso- / line pipe on one truck, and Trost got under the car to repair it. As he was working another workman came into the garage, and after lighting a cigarette threw the match on the floor. The gasoline was ignited, and in an instant Trost’s clothes were afire. Trost climbed out from under the machine, and made a dash across the railroad tracks, and jumped into the river. He was so badly burned that he could not swim. He was helped out by other workmen, and later removed to the Dobbs Ferry Hospital, where he was treated, and it was said that he would recover. Fights Highwaymen With Whip. Fighting five highwaymen with a blacksnake whip after they had killed one of his companions and had wounded him and two others, Elmer West, a pay clerk, saved $6,000 in gold, the loot sought by the would-be robbers. They had ambushed the pay wagon of the Illinois Zinc Company, five miles southeast of La Salle, Ill. Ben Dierks, a guard, was instantly killed when the highwaymen made their attack, a half dozen bullets en- tering his body. Bullets hit all the others, but West was the most seriously wounded. The money had been drawn from a bank shortly before closing hours. The suit case containing the gold was placed in a wagon with West and F. D. Richmond, a mining engineer. Dierks and Henry Oesterle, a guard, drove ahead in a buggy. On the way to Blackhollow Mine, six miles from La Salle, Ill, the pay wagon and guard’s buggy exchanged places. As the wagon and buggy went through a lonely part of the road, about a mile from the mine, they approached a curve. Five men stepped from a thicket as the lead horses started to turn. They said nothing, but acted with machinelike precision. One highwayman grasped the bridle of the lead horse. The other raised their repeating shotguns and fired a vol- ley. When the smoke cleared every one of the four pay- train attachés was bleeding. They fired again. Dierks sprawled from his seat to the road.. West fell, apparently lifeless, over the dashboard of the wagon. Richmond and Oesterle crouched ‘in their seats. The shighwaymen advanced to the wagon, and as one reached for the suit case, West grasped the heavy black- snake whip, and, before the startled robbers could raise their guns again he cut two of them over the face with the lash, and Richmond, whipping up the horses, they swung around the turn in the road. The highwaymen fired several shots at the fleeing ve- hicle, but without effect. As Richmond, covered with blood, drove into the min- ing camp, with West, unconscious, on the seat by his side, he found wild commotion. Miners were indignant be- cause the paymaster was late. When the story of the am- bush was told they forgot their money and at once set about organizing a posse. 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