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NEW YORK, December 13, 1913.

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Frank Merriwell,

Junior’s, Jujutsu;

Or, THE END OF THE RUBY TRAIL.

By BURT L.

CHAPTER I.

COMBAT TRICKS.

Slap, slap, thud!

The sounds were followed by exclamations of wonder:
by delighted shouts, and by a shrill voice crying, “Banzai!
Banzai, Merriwell!”

A queer scene had been staged that Monday after-
noon in the gymnasium of the famous Fardale Military
Academy. It was an athletic scene, yet vastly different
from anything most of the assembled cadets had ever
before witnessed.

Owari, a swarthy little man, from far Nippon, was
demonstrating some of the combat tricks of jujutsu. He
was forming a class at the academy for instruction in
the ancient Japanese method of self-defense, and Colonel
Gunn, the principal, was doing everything possible to
favor Professor Owari’s efforts.

A large number of plebes and upper classmen had con-
gregated to listen to Owari’s brief remarks and to see
him in action. Owari, like most of his countrymen, was
undersized, but of stocky, muscular build. He had re-
moved his coat, vest, and shoes, and had released his
suspenders and wound them about his waist in lieu of
a belt.

After finishing his remarks he had planted himself in
the| middle of a large, padded mat and had smilingly
invited the crowd to rush at him, one at a time, and throw

him.

Among the spectators was a youth named Tucker, Lan-

sing Tucker. He was a good deal of a boaster and claimed

to have a thorough. knowledge of the science Owari was
seeking to exemplify.

Tucker had listened with a lofty, know-it-all air to the
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for some one to throw him, Tucker’s friends began nudg-
ing him with their elbows.

“Now’s your chance, Tuck!” whispered a classmate.

“Wade in and put the little runt on his back!” mur-
mured another.

“Show him that we Americans know a thing or two!”
urged a third.

Tucker, however, held back.

“He hasn’t got anything on me,” he «muttered, “and I'll
bet I can stand him on his head. But wait a minute,
fellows. I want to see him tip a few chaps over so I.
can get a line on his methods.”

Merriwell and his two chums, Owen Clancy and Villum
Kess, were interested spectators. Kess was always ready
to take a chance at anything, and he began slapping his
biceps and stepping around restively.

“I tink, Chip,” he remarked, “I go in und put dot
feller on der mat.”

“That’s a warm think, Villum,” said Clancy, with a
wink at Merry. “Go right in—the water’s fine.”

Merriwell smiled, but had nothing to say. So Villum
stepped out into the cleared space, straightened erect, and
thumped his chest. The spectators, scenting a little fun,
began to laugh and shout encouraging words.

“Look oudt for me, brofessor!” called Villum. “TI vas
a cyglone, und I don’d vant to take some atvantages mit
you.”

“You cannot. hurt me, honorable friend,” answered the
Jap, his smile broadening.

“You yas sooch a leedle feller, und I vas sooch a virl-
vind,” went on Villum, “dot I don’d vant to preak any
pones vat you got. Howefer, you vill be gareful mit me,
und den maype you vill gome oudt all righdt. Hoop-
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Vallum started for Owari with a sort of crow hop ~

that caused the onlookers to roar with mirth. Owari
continued_to smile blandly, and, apparently, made not the
slightest move to protect himself.

“Vat a skinch I got!” warbled Villum, and gave a
jump for the little Nipponese.

What happened then was largely a matter of guegs-
work for the spectators, and of stunning amazement for
Villum. Owari moved like chain lightning. His swiftness
defied the eye, and, somehow or other, Villum turned a
somersault over his left shoulder and was left sitting up
on the mat.

The big gym rang with laughter. Villum’s face wore
a ludicrously blank expression, and the Jap was standing
just where he had been standing before, and was wearing
the same gentle smile. It did not seem as though he had
madé a move; and yet, there was Villum, sitting up on
the mat—proof positive that Owari had moved, and to
some purpose. |
-“Vat der tickens habbened mit me?” inquired the Ger-
man youth, bewildered. “I go ofer in der air und sit oop
on der floor, und nopody dit nodding! By shinks, it
iss a funny pitzness!”

“You just got a little twisted, Villum, that’s all,”
chuckled Merriwell.

“Dot leedle Chap feller didn’t: make a moof

-“He moved so quick you couldn’t see him,” said. Clancy.

“I bet someding for nodding I don’d sit dwice in der
same blace: I vatch oudt for vat goes on der nexdt
time !”

Villum climbed to his feet and once more advanced
upon the Jap. This time he realized that ‘he had not much
of a “skinch” and proceeded with greater caution. He

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“was overcautious, perhaps,- which was as great a mistake

as being too headstrong.
His hands, groping for Owari’s shoulders, were thrown
off in a twinkling; and,.in another instant, he was de-

scribing a half circle around the Jap’s hip, Jegs, and arms

thrashing the air helplessly. When the maneuver was

‘finished, Villum’ was again sitting up on the mat, and in

the identical spot where he had landed the first time.

“Have -you satisfaction, honorable friend?” inquired
Owari.

“T should vorry,” replied Villum. “I krow ven a-plenty
gets me, und you vas a greadt leedle feller. I got a chump
vich I should like to see you make sit oop und take
notice, same as me:”

“Chump?”

i “Yah, a school chump by der name oof Chip Metrivell.

Maype he gifs you a run for his money pedder as I
could.”

“Merriwell, Merriwell!” cried the crowd.

Frank, however, shook his head. Owari, peering in
Frank’s direction, smiled and beckoned to him... Before
Frank could accept the invitation, had he been so inclined,
Tucker’s friends pushed him out on the mat.

The Jap’s keen eyes ranged over Tucker, and, it may be,

saw something about him which suggested a knowledge of

jujutsu. © But, even so, Owari’s confident smile never
changed.

“You next, éh?” he asked. Z

“T suppose we might as well keep the fun going,” said
Tucker.

He darted in suddenly, securing a jujutsu “cross hold”
at Owari’s throat. At the same moment, /Tucker, accord-

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of the boys, disgust and scorn for

ing to the accepted rule of the game, lifted a bent knee
to strike Owari in the stomach

swift and certain finish.
For the throat hold and tl
successful defense, and it

and bring the attack to a

1¢. knee blow there is but one
demands the last degree of
quickness and judgment.. Owari lifted one of his knees
to block the knee attack, At the same moment, with a
thumb and forefinger he jabbed at Tucker’s breast. The
solar-plexus “dig” was accompanied by a tutn of the hand
which made it tremendously effective.

Tucker’s hands fell from Owati’s throat, and he dropped
back a step, gasping. Then, in the space of a breath, the
Jap thrust out his foot and tripped the cadet, dropping
him in a sptawl on the mat.

It was the case of a fellow, with a little science, meeting

a master. Speed and cleverness were shown, particularly
on Owari’s part. :

Tucker’s friends laughed.
caused Tucker to scowl.

“You can’t do that again!” cried ”
: gain!" cried Tucker hotly, 1
to his feet. y, leaping

The mocking merriment

“This is gentlemen’s play, tespected sir,” said Owari
noting the cadet’s rising temper. “In ancient sport at
Samurai, to keep the head clear and the anger in check.
is of so great help. I merely demonstrate for purpose

of instruction, and not to arouse bad feeling. Some other

will try now, yes?”
He turned his back on Tucker and passed his smiling
eyes over the others surrounding the mat. Those little
black eyes finally rested on Merriwell.
But Tucker had gathered a false
thought Owari was afraid to meet anoth

Muttering to himself, the cadet rushed u
the rear.

impréssion, He

pon the Jap from

Owari seemed to have eyes in the back of his head,

He whirled, ducked a blow of Tucker’s right fist, and
ae as ee? cadet’s left hand leaped ohewded. both
of Owari’s hands shot into the ai in} faekie!
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Tucker struck with his right. In a flash
the captured fist down and crossed the hic
second, Tucker, humiliated and beaten,
to the mat.

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Tucker rushed Owari from the Tear; and, although ¢
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worst of the assault, yet there still |

The next
was sent spinning

a mean advantage.

But Owari laughed lightly and
the whole performance with a grace

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“what would not be done if the blood
be understood that jujutsu makes fo
are all human -and subject to it.
much skill.”

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forward, feinting one attack only to shift to another ae
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‘rushed at him, and, with a pull, set him upright.

The flat hands of the pair on the mat had slapped
twice, and Owari, in his stocking feet, had thudded his
soles sharply on the mat to preserve his balance.

Then followed the exclamations of wonder and the
delighted shouts of the spectators. A look of admiration
crossed the Jap’s good-natured face, and his was the
voice that called:

“Banzai, banzai, Merriwell!”

He was 4 good little sportsman, and fared the game for
the game’s sake.

CHAPTER II.
A STRANGE INTERRUPTION,’
‘Merriwell is wise to these Jap tricks !”
“What isn’t he wise to? It seems impossible to spring
anything new on him.”
“In another second he’d have upset’ Owari!”

These were some of the admiring comments indulged

im by the cadets. Tucker looked on sourly and had noth-
ing to say. He hoped that Merriwell, at the next as-
sault, would be neatly thrown. Tucker’s disposition was
such that he could not bear to see another cadet dis-

tinguish himself at something where he had so miserably

failed.

“Will you try again, honorable friend?” asked Owari.

Frank did not want to make it appear as though he was
trying to “show off.” His father and his Uncle Dick had
both taught him a number of jujutsu combat tricks. These
were not for display, however, but to fall back upon in
a time of dire need.

While Frank stood at the edge of the mat, hesitating,
the cadets roared for him to go on. Owari also desired
the attacks to continue. Inasmuch as the advantage of
the first assault had been with Frank, he ould not very
well stop before giving the professor a ¢hance to distin-
guish himself.

Once more Frank tried a trick of. offense.
there was no feint, but a straight attack.

This time

Owari met it easily; but his attempt to make the at-
tack end in a throw was balked by Frank’s quickness.
The plebe was foiled, yet by lightninglike work he kept

‘his feet.

“Bravo!” murmured the Jap.
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in your work, Merriwell.

Speed of body and quickness of eye are the two prime
requirements of jujutsu. These Frank had in a marvelous
degree. The Jap, however, had been born into that an-
cient sport of the samurai, and he uncovered defense after
defense which were entirely new to Frank. As one attack
succeeded another, Frank had all he could do to keep from
being overturned.

Finally, Owari himself began attacking. He worked
through the simpler offensive tactics, and gradually came
to those which were more complicated and with which the
young plebe was not familiar. The result was inevitable
Frank was thrown.

He was no sooner on his back, however, than Owari

The
Jap continued clinging to Frank’s hand.

“Tt is pleasant, honorable youth,” said he, “to find one
who is so skilled in my country’s sport. In all my classes
of instruction in your country, I have not found one young

American to equal your work, no. May I have you for

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an assistant here at Fardale? Please, as a favor!
I speak to the honorable Gunn concerning same?”

“If I can be of any help, professor,” answered Frank,
“of course you can count on me.”

“Fine to know!” cried Owari delightedly.

“What do you think of that, Tuck?”

One of Tucker’s friends put this question to the year-
ling in a low tone.

“Makes me tired!” grunted Tucker. “Merriwell is al-
ways getting starred and played for a hot favorite. He’s
no better at this Jap game than I am.”

“He stood his ground better than you did, didn’t he?”

“T was a fool to jump in so quick. Merriwell had a
chance to watch Owari’s work and get a line on the way
he carries it out. Ill bet I could put Merriwell on his
back before he could say ‘Jack Robinson.’”

“Why don’t you challenge, right here? It would be
fun to see you and Chip Merriwell come together.”

“I don’t want to put myself in the limelight,” hesitated
Tucker.. “I don’t like the center of the stage as much
as Merriwell does.”

The other chuckled.

“But if you could put Merriwell on his back at jujutsu,”
said he, “OQwari might take you on for another assistant.”

Tucker’s eyes gleamed. In spite of what he had said to
the contrary, he did like the spotlight and the center of
the stage.

His friend, seeing that an impression had been made,
pushed Tucker toward the mat.

“Go on, Tuck! You'd stand pretty high at this school if
you could get the better of Merriwell.”

Tucker, almost before he knew it, was standing on the
mat the cynosure of all eyes. There was no retreat for
him then.

“Just a minute,” said he.

Owari looked at the yearling a bit distrustfully. He
seemed to have no faith in a fellow who lost his temper
so easily.

“What is your desire, excellent friend?” the Jap asked.

Tucker turned to Frank.

“T know a little about jujutsu,” said he, “and so does
Merriwell. Suppose he and I come together and see which
is the better man?”

Merriwell knew exactly what sort of fellow Tucker was.
The yearling cadet wanted to shine. If he got the worst
of the set-to, he would fly into a rage and begin to make
a real fight out of what had begun as a pastime.

“Guess I’ve had enough, Tucker,” said Frank.
on some one else.”

“None of the other cadets know anything about jujutsu,”
wheedled Tucker. “Just a little sport, Merriwell.
on!”

The prospect of a friendly clash at jujutsu between
Merriwell and Tucker was greeted with shouts of delight
by the spectators. Owari seemed a little dubious, but
while he looked with eyes of distrust at Tucker, the looks
he directed at Merriweil were full of confidence.
he backed off to the edge of the padded floor,

“If you wish it,” said he, pee It will be pleasant
for diversion. I am glad so /great interest is being taken
by honorable students in jujutsu.”

May

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Frank could not very well refuse Tucker’s good-na-~
tured challenge. He was never a spoil sport, and he knew
that if he kept himself well in hand he could easily take
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“All right, Tuck,” he said, “I don’t mind a few minutes
of it.”

The yearling’s eyes sparkled.

“Let’s make a whirlwind ‘go’ of it,” said he.
you, Merriwell!”

; He rushed at Frank and tried for a throat hold. The
plebe fended the attempt in true jujutsu style.

There is this peculiarity about the samurai method of
combat. The doubled fists are not used, but everything
is done—or nearly everything—with the flat of the hand.
The little finger edge of the palm is used for striking,
and when blows are struck important nerves and muscles
are the objects of attack.

To break an arm, by this Japanese method of fighting,
is easy for an adept, and to land a murderous blow is
scarcely more difficult. Such methods, however, are re-
served for times of emergency or peril, and have no
place in a friendly bout.

Frank did not try to put the yearling down, but merely
contented himself with blocking the attacks and throwing
him off. He did this with a celerity and ease which caused
Owari to clap his hands.

“Splendidly done, Merriwell!” ‘the Jap cried, again and
again.

Not once did he applaud the efforts of Tucker, and
Tucker, who felt that he was being outclassed, commenced
to feel a rising resentment. For a few minutes the year-
ling took the defensive and let the plebe make the as-
saults. Here, again, Frank found many chances to throw
his antagonist, but allowed them all to pass without tak-
ing advantage of them.

Possibly Owari, noticing how Frank held himself back,
realized the true reason. He was a quick-witted little
man, and.it would have been wonderful if he had not.
Merriwell did not want to place his opponent in too hu-
miliating a plight before his classmates.

“What's the matter,x,ith you, Chip?” cried Clancy. “You
could have downec him half a dozen times! Go to it!”

“Put him his back on, Chip!’ urged Kess excitedly.

“Hold your own, Tuck! encouraged one of the year-
ling’s friends. “If he can’t lay you on the mat, why don’t
you put him down?”

Frank, watching his antagonist’s eyes, saw that his tem-
per was rapidly getting the better of his judgment. The
yearling was less cautious, gave up his defensive tactics,
and began making rough attacks. He tried once to strike
the back of Frank’s neck with the edge of his palm.

“No, no!” shouted Owari, starting forward.

Tucker had attempted one of the most dangerous blows
known to jujutsu. Frank evaded it skillfully, and again
Owari clapped his hands and gave vent to his admiration
for the plebe. ee

Most of the cadets, not understanding the principles of
the science, thought Tucker was getting a shade the bet-
ter of the clash. In this they were mistaken, for Eran
was merely exercising restraint in the face of the other’s
gathering rage and rough, reckless work.

“This will do,” said Owari, making as though he would
“Let it go no farther, please.” .

“Keep off!” growled Tucker huskily. “He can't throw
me. In another minute I'll have him down.”

Frank tossed the Jap a look of smiling confidence and
assurance. Owari held (off, but watched keenly all that
transpired. :
Again the cadets came together. Tucker’s violence mani-

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“Wait, please!” implored Owari.

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suddenly and completely
Ere the yearling fairly comprehended .
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at on his back on the padded mat.
There was applause, along with cries of “Bully for
Merriwell !” Tucker, red and fuming, leaped to his feet,
only to find himself confronted by Owari.

“No more!” said the Jap quietly.

“T want another chance!” shouted Tucker.
show these fellows—_”

He got no farther.

“T want to

At this moment the gymnasium door
opened and a man Staggered in. |

He gave a hoarse cry,
reeled onward for a few steps, and then crumpled to the
floor in a heap.

After a moment of amazed silence on the part of thé

cadets, a concerted movement was made in the direction
of the stranger. Frank was among the first to‘reach the
side of the prostrate man. One look at him and he re-
coiled in wonder.

“It’s the New Yorker, Leonard Pryme!” he exclaimed.

CHAPTER III.
A ROBBERY,

Mr. Leonard Pryme was vaguely known thro’ Réint the 7
school as the possessor of the so-called “Ruby éf Allah.” |
He was a wealthy man, a traveler, and given to spending
money for odd and curious things which happened to
strike his fancy while abroad. The Ruby. of: Allah had -
appealed to him in Cairo, Egypt, and he had paid a round -

sum. to an attendant of a Turkish mosque to place the
ruby in his hands, no

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The New Yorker had seen the ruby, had recognized ‘
as a true “message gem,” and had yearned to secure it.
A Turk had called on him at Shepheard’s Hotel, in Cairo,
and had offered to turn the gem over to him for a cer-
tain sum. Pryme had thus Secured the stone.

Professor Garner, of the faculty of the military acad-
emy, was an Egyptologist of note. He had written a
brochure on “message gems,” and was considered an au-
thority on that abstruse subject, To him Pryme had given
the stone in order that its message might be translated

Message gems were not rare. The Past handed them
down to the Present, and, by the Peculiar cutting of the

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The Turk from whom Pryme secured the gem was a
rascal. He was also a mosque attendant and easily stole
the stone in order to turn it over to Pryme. The New
Yorker did not concern himself very greatly with the
” Turk’s methods, but sailed for home vastly a in
a the thought that the ruby was his.

Pryme was followed by another Turk who called him-
self Malim Bey. Malim Bey had hypnotic \powers, and,
coming to Fardale, he drew upon his uncanny powers to
a such good purpose that he secured possession of the stone.
aq Merriwell and Cadet Captain Presbery had recovered the
gem, and, in the operation, had made a prisoner of Malim
Bey.

The Turk had escaped from the officers, and, while a
fugitive, had found an opportunity to talk with Frank.
In a manner, Malim Bey had won Frank’s friendship and
a good will. He told the plebe that the dishonest mosque
attendant was his brother, and would forfeit his life if the
. Ruby of Allah was not recovered and returned to its
: honored place in the Caifo mosque. Malim Bey asked
5 Frank to state the case plainly to Leonard Pryme in the

forlorn hope that Pryme might right the wrong.

The New Yorker, at that very time, was in Fardale
to secure his message gem. Frank had an interview with
him in the study\of Professor Garner, and most wnex-
pectedly the rich man agreed to return the ruby to the
“mosque from which it had been taken. He would not put

_, it in the hands of Malim Bey, however, as he feared that
individual might be seeking the gem for his own profit,
and that the “brother” yarn was perhaps a fiction.

Frank carried this information to Malim Bey, and the
latter expressed unbounded. delight. So the matter had
rested until this moment when Pryme staggered into the
academy gymnasium and crumpled unconsciously upon the
floor.

’ The message gem had. played rather a weird part in
the affairs of the school, for it was the nucleus of many
“superstitious notions, and some of the cadets had been in-
fluenced, more or less, by its uncanny history. Frank, for
one, had hoped that they were done with the Ruby of
Allah for good and all; yet here, most unexpectedly, was
Leonard Pryme, and in a physical condition which aroused
consternation and alarm.

Pryme’s clothing was in disorder, his hat was missing,
and there was a bruise on his temple. He had met with
violence, and was unable to speak and give any clews con-

- ; cerning what had happened to him.

For the present all thoughts of jujutsu were put aside.
One of the cadets went hurriedly for the academy phy-
) .  sician, and the injuréd man was laid on a bench and made

as comfortable as possible pending the doctor’s arrival.

. “Here’s a go!” muttered Clancy: “I'll bet a farm the
‘Ruby of Allah is at the bottom of this.”

“Sure it is!” seconded Villum Kess. “Dot rupy iss jp;d

 meticine, und it gets eferypody in so mooch droubles as

I can’t tell.”

“The ruby had been placed for safe-keeping in the Far-
dele bank, hadn't it?” inquired Bingham, a fellow in
Frank’s class. —

Frank nodded.

“And Mr. Pryme was going to get it and send it to
“Egypt!” put in Hawley, a lad who always knew everything

and posed as an information bureau.

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Mr. Pryme had the ruby safely in New York by this
time. There’s a big mystery about this!”

A few minutes later the doctor arrived, accompanied by
Colonel Gunn, the principal, and by Professor Garner.
Both the colonel and the professor were gréatly excited.

“This is terrible!” murmured the professor. “What in
the world has happened to Mr. Pryme?”

“We'll know about that,” said the doctor briskly, “just
as soon as we can get him so he can talk. Too much
noise and crowding here, colonel,” he added to Gunn.

“Young gentlemen,” observed the colonel, “may I—ah—
ask you to leave the gymnasium to us for a while?’ I’d
like to have you remain, Merriwell,” he added, as the
cadets began to move toward the door.

Frank turned back, while the rest of the fellows con-
tinued on out of the building. With them went Owari.
“He has been roughly treated,” repoi ed the doctor,
after making a; quick examination, “but I \do not think
he is seriously injured. He is suffering fromthe effects
of that blow on the head, and it is rather remarkable that
he was able to reach the gymnasitm before giving out.
We'll have him talking, in a minute.” ts
The doctor was as good as his word. A simple restora-
tive was applied, and Mr. Pryme opened his eyes and

looked up blankly into the faces surrounding him.

“Vou are better, Mr. Pryme?” queried Garner so-
licitously. “You know me, do you not?”

Slowly the vacant stare left the New Yorker’s eyes and
a look of understanding took its place.

“Yes, professor,” he answered slowly, “I know you.”
Then, apparently with a sudden thought, he lifted a
hand and thrust it into the breast of his coat. “Gone!”
he exclaimed, with all the emphasis he could put into the
word.

“You have lost something ?” asked Garner.

“I should say so! The ruby! I had it in a morocco
case in my breast pocket, and now it’s missing! I have
been robbed !”’

Professor Garner flung up his hands in trepidation.
Seemingly he was at a loss for words and Colonel Gunn
pushed closer and began putting questions.

“You got the ruby from the bank, Mr.. Pryme®”

“Yes—an hour ago.”

“You were set upon by footpads?”

“Yes—on my way here. I had an hour or two before
train time, and was coming to the school for a few words
with Professor Garner. Hired a horse and buggy in the
town, and was coming alone. It was an open buggy, and
I was almost within sight of the academy buildings when
some one jumped up on the rear of the vehicle and flung
a cloth: over my face. I began to struggle, and in the
course of a few moments was dragged from the buggy
to the ground. Then I was struck a terrible blow on

the forehead and remembered nothing more until I found

myself sitting up in the road.
and so was the livery rig.
only that I was weak and had suffered injury.
hardly knew what I was doing.”

He arose to a sitting posture on the bench and passed
a dazed hand over his forehead.

“Can’t you remember—ah—coming here to the gym-
‘nasium?” asked Gunn.

My assailants were gone,
I was confused and realized

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“I can remember starting for the academy buildings,”

“was the reply, “but I have no recollection of reaching the

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was watched while in Fardale. Some crook saw me go
to the bank and get the ruby. After that ] = fol-
lowed and assaulted. A plain case of robbery!

“Was anything else taken—any of your—ah—money or
ss >?
Wee Fa Pryme drew his gold watch a a
pocket, looked at the diamond ring on his finger, ied
out his well-filled wallet, and searched for and foun the

i sonal property.
ee css Eien said he, iets ra ih ae
up the Fardale authorities on the Spa - es oa,
with sudden energy. “If we act quickly the a or
thieves may be overhauled. I hate to have a - Oo ae
drels make such a play, in broad daylight, and ge oe
with it. Confound them! I'll run them to earth, n
Pola etle as Postale at once,” said Professor Gar-
aE 6 a thousand,” pursued ee grimly, “that
I knowwho turned that scoundrelly mee
“Whom do you suspect,,Mr. Pryme e e
“The villain who calls himself Makin Bey!
had designs on that ree for weeks:

% rou—ah—sure that-——

oe stake the stone once, didn’t he? re Ni 0
he do it again? He came here with a cock-an -bu oy
about his brother, and—and—— Oh, he’s the me a
not a doubt, I have suspected him all pc f W sts
fool to request the authorities to keep bands fa es .
to let him go after he escaped. Now I’m ares ae
folly. If the Turk can’t be located around oe 2
to wire the New York police. They ll bey ake oe
he can get aboard a liner. By Jove, . show
low he can’t get the upper hand of me! Sie

“Everything possible will—ah—be done, as ‘ ee
nel, “you may rest assured of that, oe ng soe -
while, as you are—ah—suffering consi — a eae

-you not allow us to help you to my house? We e ae

“you comfortable there—and the deputy sheriff will s

-be along from the village.” : ; x
Mr. Bape considered the suggestion ys es oe
the assistance of the doctor and” the co ea - oe
from the bench and made his way slowly out oO e gy
nasium and toward the home of the eRe aks

Merriwell, standing on the gym steps, watc - ae
the doctor, and the colonel until they had vanishec
sight around the corner of the colonel s house. oe

“By George,” Frank muttered, “but this is a

He has

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CHAPTER IV.
STIRRING UP TROUBLE. *

d Wil-
Tucker’s particular crony was a classmate eae i
liam Stubbs. He was the one who had urge
‘Hi t.

face Merriwell on the jujutsu — for others.

Stubbs was addicted to stirring up a ch Oise him-
He was always very careful not to stir up any
self. PERK. pa was at

When Lansing walked out of the gym, Siecacaeied
his side. As soon as they could, the two I ff across
themselves from the crowd of cadets and moved o
the parade ground toward barracks.

“Why do you suppose old Gunn asked om dat to stay ,
in the gym?” queried Tucker discontentedly.
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me, when it isn’t really the case.
te a 75a \

“Merriwell is pretty solid with Gunn,” Stubbs answered.
“Whenever there are any favors
students, I guegs y
way.”

to be handed out to ths
ou've noticed they all come Merriwell’s

Tucker’s discontent increased.

“Gunn lets Merriwell walk
rules and regulations,”
him down for it.”

This was a flagrant misst
piqued by ‘the jujutsy practic
he was feeling bitter toward
bear down hard on the p

atement. Tucker had *been

Merriwell, and in order to
lebe he was going wide of the
truth. Stubbs knew this, just as well as Tucker did, yet
did not enter even a faint protest.
“Merriwell twists Gunn around his fin
any use,” growled Stubbs.
there in the gym and hear
to say,
the onl
favoriti

ger too. easy for
“I'd like to have stayed back
d what that New Yorker had
when he got his wits back. But Merriwell was

y one who was allowed to stick around. Rank
sm, that’s what I call a

As a matter of fact, th

ere was no favoritism in this
at all. Frank had been m

ore or less entangled in matters
appertaining to the tuby, and this was the Principal’s sole

reason for asking him to remain. When a trouble-maker
is really on the job, however, he puts on glasses that
magnify molehills into mountains.
“Gunn doesn’t seem to understand,”
“that all of us cadets

ate interested in ‘that Ruby of
Allah. Merriwell w

ill know, all that goes on back there
in the gym, but he’s so high ©

nd mighty he wouldn’t tell
anybody. He’ll just shut up i @eélam and ties the
news to himself. I hate a fellow lik@ that!”
“Same here, Tuck. But that’s M@Privell’s style;and
always has been. Wally Teneyck had that fellow down
pretty pat. He knew exactly what sort of chap he was.”

Tucker looked a little doubtful. : pike.

“Well, if that’s so, Teneyck knuckled under before Gunn
suspended him. I hear Ten is one of Merriwell’s best
friends now.” ia

“Maybe he is,” answered Stubbs, “and maybe he’s only
pretending. Ten’s pretty deep. I guess he only made be-
lieve that he was ih lov

let him off easily. Another case where standing in with
Merriwell helped a fellow with the powers that be.”

“Anyhow, Billy,” said Tucker, between his teeth, “I wish
the New Yorker had been about five minutes later getting
to the gym. That would have given me a chance to polish
off Merriwell and show the fellows I could handle him.
As the matter stands, Merriwel] threw me.. I know I
could have got to him for a fall if the jujutsu work hadn’t
been called off.” / ‘

“Sure you could!” agreed Stubbs. “You had the best
of it, all along. But I think Owari y

vould have stepped
in and called a halt, even if the New Yorker hadn’t come
as he did.”

“Darn that Jap!” gritted Tucker.
up with Merriwell right from the sta
he could. Notice that?”

“Nobody could help noticing it, * Tuck.
throwing you was only an accident, ar
“Well—er—he did something
had a few tricks I would have S
chance? Now everybody is think

“He seemed to take
rt. Favored him all

nyhow. Wasn’t it?”
I wasn’t expecting. I
Prung, if I had had the

That’s what hurts.”

e. With no cause whatever

muttered Tucker,

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“Say, Tuck,” and Stubbs took his friend by the arm
etl and chuckled, “it needn't hurt long. There’s-a way you
the” can even up and show just what sort of a fellow you are
II's at this Jap game.”

q “What do you mean by that, Billy?”

“Wait until we get up in our room and then I'll tell
the you.”
alls” a Tucker and Stubbs were roommates. They had reached
‘oe the steps leading into barracks during their talk, and they
ec now ascended to yearling quarters, on the second floor of
vera the big building. The moment they were in their room,
to: i Tucker demanded that his friend give him a little more
the light on the subject they had been discussing.
yet i ; “What I’ve got in mind,” said Stubbs, “is simple as

: A BC. Challenge Merriwell to a set-to, jujutsu fashion.”
for Tucker lifted his brows.
ack “You mean for us to make a fight of it?” he asked.
“ae “Why not? You don’t want to be left in a false light,
aa here at the academy. Just ask Merriwell to meet you
ite ae - againjWand, in that way, decide which is the better man.”

ey ™“Ttowon't work, Billy They don’t allow rough work
ee in the gym. ‘You know that as well as I do. And, any-
ll how, Owari wouldn’t stand for it. Faculty is back of the
ole Jap, arid-he’s going to be pretty careful not to let jujutsu
cer get-a bad name around these diggings.”
ia *Sttibbs laughed cunningly.

; “You don’t get me at all,” he answered. “The ‘go’

oo en '  couldn’t be pulled off in the gym. That’s not the only
éf . place in this vicinity, is it? How about the old house
ce ae where the poker club used to hold its nightly revels?
1 2 That would be a dandy place to settle a little affair like
¢ q 4 this?” .

am oe yoned Suite 40:sueck “puniot quarters at night,” said
ad j if ae hésitatingly.
sn “That's been done before.”
ak “For successful jujutsu work the light ought to be
; Ae good. If we get away at night——”

i “Y’ll guarantee to have all the light you need. The Jolly
st Fiends have an old locomotive headlight. I’ll see to it

: personally that that is in the old house. It will make the
ly a f i scene of, the set-to as light as day. r
eT : This sus zeestion, in many ways, appealed strongly to
a etting out of his chair he began pacing thought-
ee | ee ly id down the room.

. “y don't believe _Merrivell will come out, Billy,” said
hae he, at last. “There’s no real row, you understand, and he
g 4 was never known to fight unless he had something to
h fight about.”

 

= “Well,” mused the other, “it’s pretty hard to pick a
oe fuss with him, but I guess it can be.done. You've got some
rights in this matter, I guess: Merriwell can’t expect
: to give you a grand slam in the gym without being
+ ae called on to pay for it, can he?”

da “But that grand slam, as you’ call it, was given in
o has fun. We were just fooling, you know. If I get sore,

ef and take it up, the other fellows will josh the life out
- ae? ‘of me.” .
joa “There wasn’t so much fooling about that set-to as there

seemed to be,” said the crafty Stubbs. “Merriwell, if my
“*-éyes are to be believed, had had it in for you for some

 

ae time, Tuck. You have been talking around about what
4 ¢ -you could do at jujutsu ever since Owari got to the
aC school. Merriwell had a few Jap tricks up his own sleeve,
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has acted, according to my way. of thinking, for a day
or two. What happened this afternoon proves it.”

This specious argument struck sparks from Tucker’s
temper, jtist-as Stubbs believed it would.

“Do you think any of the other fellows had the same
idea about what Merriwell was planning to do?” snapped
Tucker.

“I don’t see why they. shouldn’t have,”
was mighty plain to me.”

“If I was sure that was his scheme,” went on Tucker,
scowling, “I’d keep after him until ].gave him enough
of it.” :

“Well,” remarked Stubbs, “just size up the situation as
it stands, Tuck. You were telling around, before this
jujutsu work, in the gym, just- what a master hand you
were at the combat tricks. Merriwell hadn’t a word to
say—he was close-mouthed, as usual. But he’s Johnny-on-
the-spot when the Jap opens his game, isn’t he? Kess
jumps in first and Owari just fools with him. Then you
walk out on the mat and get dumped. Merriwell follows
you and he comes near throwing the Jap, first clatter.
After that-—”

“Merriwell just had a bit of luck, that’s all,” cut in
Tucker. “I never saw such a fellow. for luck as he is.
Chance plays quite a part in a jujutsu bout, and. chance
favored Merriwell in the clash with Owari.”

“I’m not talking about that part of it,” continued Stubbs,
“but of the situation as we find it this minute. You went
on the mat with Merriwell, and you had all the -best of
it for a while. Presently, by a fluke, you were put on
your back. Then the New Yorker staggered in, and the
jujutsu was off for the rest of the afternoon. Don’t you
see, Tuck, what sort of a hole you’re in? For ‘some. fel-
lows, I'll admit it wouldn’t be much of a hole; but~for
you, a sensitive chap with lots of ability, it’s pretty hard
to be double-crossed, and have the fellows rubbing it in
as to what you said you could do—and “oor mu aw
to do when you had the chance.” ge.

Tucker threw up his head and. breathed hati iis

“They won't dare joke me about that!” he exclaimed.

“Sure they won’t—if you can get another chance at Mer-
riwell_ and stand him on his head! The laugh -will all
be the other way, then. As it stands, Merriwell is ‘to be
Owari’s assistant; but that will all be changed if you can
show, in some way, that you’re a better man at this jujutsu
than Merriwell is.”

If Tucker had had more moral stamina, this line’ of
argument would have had no effect on him. At heart he
was a good fellow, but he had his failings.

“How am I to get ‘my chance,” demanded Ticker
fiercely, “if Merriwell won’t come out?”

“We'll have to make him come out!” declared Stubbs.

“How ?”

“I’m your second, Tuck, so you just ae it to me.
you?”

“Go ahead,” answered Tucker, kicking ieiaiy. at a
chair. “Just make him meet me, and’I’ll show him a line
of stunts he never dreamed of. Let’s come together as
soon as possible, though.”

“To-night is the time,’ said Stubbs, rubbing his hands,
“to-night, at the old house by the railroad. I'll talk with

said Stubbs. “It

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»Merriwell as soon as we break ranks, after supper, and

will arrange everything. Leave it all to me, Tuck.”

So the matter rested—everything in the hands of the
artful Billy Stubbs.

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CHAPTER V.

THE FUGITIVE.
“What’s the row, Chip ?” ; 5
This question came excitedly from Owen Clancy. He
in the vicinity of the gym-
himself.

and Kess had been lingering
nasium, waiting for Merriwell to lf.
had seen Professor Garner come out of the building and
hurry away, and a little later they had witnessed the de-
parture of Mr. Pryme, propped up on either side by the
| These developments had aroused

show They

colonel and the doctor.

the curiosity of the two chums.
“If I tell you what's going on,

fellows keep it to yourselves ?”

said Frank, “will you

“Sure,” answered Owen.

“T vill be as mum as some oysters !”

“The Ruby of Allah has been stolen.”

“Again!” and Clancy whistled. ee

“Pryme got it from the Fardale bank this afternoon, He
had an hour or two before train time and got a livery rig
and started for the academy to have a talk with Garner.
He was close to the school when he was attacked, and
the ruby taken from him.” Z

“Der Turk vas der feller vat got der rupy, I bed you,
breathed Villum. ~

“It was Malim Bey, wasn’t it, Chip?”

“Mr. Pryme thinks so.”

“Thinks so! Doesn't he know?
low that robbed him?”

“No, I don’t think he did. P
the rear, and the robber climbed up on the buggy from
behind and threw a cloth over Pryme’s. head and pulled
him out on the ground. Queer thing about it was that
none of Prymie’s other valuables were taken—just the
ruby.”

“Then it’s a cinch it was the Turk. The ruby was the
one thing Malim Bey wanted.” ree

“Garner telephoned to Fardale for the deputy sheriff,
went on Frank, “and Colonel Gunn and the doctor took
Pryme over to the colonel’s house. This part of i ae
try will be too hot to hold Malim Bey before many hours
have passed.” ee

The three chums had reached the steps leading into bar-
racks. Before they entered the building, Owen uttered an
exclamation and pointed toward the road.

“The officers haven't lost much time getting here,” said
he. “There they are, now.”

Two men had just arrived from the village in a light
road wagon, and were hitching their horse to a post at the
roadside. One of them was Si Gaspel, a constable. The
other was. Orrin Bent, the sheriff of the county.

“Tupiter !” muttered Frank. “The sheriff himself hap-
pened. to be in Fardale, and Garner was lucky enough to
get him. Things will begin to happen nowt

The three tadets went on into the building. They sepa-
rated when they reAched the top floor, Kess going to his
room and Merriwell and Clancy going to their own. or
in quarters, Merry began pacing up and down, his head

in thought.
Oe tins sa your mind, Chip?” queried Clancy.

“Ym wondering about that Turk, Clan,’ was the an-
ewer. “Hanged: if it’s easy for me to believe that he
waylaid Pryme and took that ruby.”

declared Villum.

asked Owen.
Didn't he see the fel-

The attack was made from

“Dead open and shut,” said Owen decisively. “He stole

the ruby the first time, and why shouldn’t he be

the one
to take it now?”

“The stone was stolen from the mosque in Cairo and
Malim Bey felt that. he was justified in getting it back
by any means in his power. If he didn’t secure it,
brother’s life would be sacrificed——”

“Rubbish!” jeered Owen.
stock in that yarn, do you?”

“Yes,” said Frank quietly.

his

“You don’t really take any

“Strikes me, then, that you’re easy, old chap. Just for
the sake of argument, though, let’s say that the story told
by the Turk is true. That makes it all the easier to be-
lieve that he stole the ruby'a second time. Doesn’t it?”

“No. You forgot that Pryme was getting the stone to
send it back to Cairo. Malim Bey wouldn’t interfere with
him. At least,” Frank added, “I don’t think he would.
All the Turk wanted was to have the ruby sent back to
the mosque.”

“I'll bet something that Turk is a bad egg, and that he
hasn’t any brother and isn’t after the stone to take it back
to the mosque. Mark what I tell you, Chip, Malim Bey
is trying to annex the ruby so he can sell it for his
own advantage.”

“You may be right, Red,’ said Frank, “but it’s hard
for me to believe it. Anyhow, there’s no use bothering
our heads over the matter. The sheriff of the county 1s
on the trail, and whatever happens to the Turk or to the
Ruby of Allah is no concern of ours.”

He dropped into a chair and dismissed the perplex-
ing subject from his mind. ;

“What do you think of the jujutsu work?” he asked, by
way of changing the topic.

“Great stuff!” enthused Owen. “That little Owari is
the goods—although you had him guessing.”

“Bosh!” deprecated Frank. “He knows a dozen of those
combat tricks where I know one.

Never for a. moment
did I have him guessing.

I caught him off\his guard a
bit, at first, but after that he just played with me.”

“Just as you played with Tucker, eh?” chuckled Owen.

“Tuck is a bag of wind. You could have thrown him
half a dozen times. Why didn’t you?”

“IT didn’t want to make any hard feelings.

\ Down at
heart, Tuck is a pretty good sort of fellow. He'd be a
fine chap if Billy Stubbs would leave him alone. I don’t

want to make an enémy out of Lansing Tucker.”
“You can’t help it, Chip.

Tuck has a grouch at you
now.

He and Stubbs left the gym together, and Tuck
looked like a bear with a sore head. You know how he’s
been’ bragging around about what he could do at jujutsu.
You'd have thought he invented the game: Tuck was plan-
ning to star himself this afternoon, and you knocked his

pretensions galleywest. He won’t forget it—Stubbs will
see to that.”

“I’m not going to fret over something I can’t help,”
said Frank. “He insisted on having a ‘so’ and I handled

him with gloves until he began to get ugly. If he wants to

get ‘sore’ he'll have to, that’s all. Better get out of your
gym togs, Clan,” he added; “it’s nearly time for supper
formation.”

While Frank was changing his clothes his reflections
were divided between Malim Bey and Tucker. . Somehow
the two ran together in his mind, and his thoughts about
neither were exactly pleasant. He was glad when the
drums sounded assembly for supper formation, and his
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the march to the mess hall. There was always a good
deal of joking and horse play while the ranks were form-
ing for meals, and just now the cadets were having a lot
of fun with Tucker. :

“Did you see Tuck put a crimp in that Jap professor?”

“Wow! how Tuck did lay him out.”

“Some hand at this jujutsu business, Tuck is!
hopped all over Merriwell, too!”

These were only a few of the remarks bandied about
by the laughing cadets. They were not addressed to
Tucker, of course, but they were shouted loudly so he
could not fail to hear them.

The yearling’s pride—his most vulnerable _point—was
badly wrenched. A black scowl came to his face, and he
had to bite his lips to keep back a hot and defiant re-
tort. Merriwell was sorry for him, for it was plain
that he was undergoing the hardest kind of an ordeal.

“Never mind, Tuck,” Stubbs whispered consolingly in
his friend’s ear. “After to-night the boot will be on the
other leg, and somebody else wil! be getting the josh-
ing.”

“See Merriwell as soon as you can,” said Tucker, be-
tween his teeth,.“and don’t fail to make him meet me at
the old house by the railroad. I'll show him which is the
better hand at this jujutsu work!”

Crow-

The ragging was kept up all during supper, and even
when the cadets marched back from the mess hall and
broke ranks in front of barracks, the “jollying” con-
tinued. Tucker’s temper would not allow him to take it
in good part, as he should have done, and he stepped out
of rank in a rage and ran into barracks.

Frank did not go at once to quarters. There was nearly
half an hour before call to quarters would be sounded, and
Frank had made up his mind to call on Professor Garner
and learn of any new developments in the matter of
Leonard Pryme and the missing ruby. It was a visit
which Frank wanted to pay alone, and as soon as he
could do so he got away from Owen and Villum and
started for Professor Garner’s house.

His course took him in the direction of the riding hall.
A bitter wind was blowing, and he turned up the collar
of his overcoat and pulled his campaign hat well down
over his forehead. He had not proceeded far before he
heard some one calling, and turned around.

Through the gloom of the early evening a cadet was
hurrying in his direction. As. the chap drew closer, Mer-
riwell discovered that he was Billy Stubbs.

“What do you want, Stubbs?” Frank asked shortly.

“A few words with you, Merriwell,” was the answer.
“It is in regard to the scurvy way you have been treating
my friend, Tucker.” :

Frank was astonished. .

“Scurvy what?” he echoed. “Phat’s news to me, Stubbs.”

“You see how everybody is treating Tuck, don’t you?”

“Tiean’t help that.”

“Yes, you can. You are tle cause of it, and

“l’m not going to stand here chewing about a fool thing
like that,’ cut in Frank, and turned on his heel and

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“—Waiked away.

“Don’t you intend to give him satisfaction?” shouted
Stubbs.

“Bosh!” and Frank, keeping right along. flung back an
amused. laugh.

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Stubbs, taken aback, hesitated a few moments and then
laid a course in’ the direction of barracks.

As Frank drew near the dark shadow cast by the riding
hall, a low whistle fell on his ears. It sounded like a signal,
and he halted and listened. Some one was stirring Around
in the gloom. Leaving the shadow of the riding hall a
figure emerged into vague prominence.

“Merriwell! I would speak to you, please!” called a
voice.

Frank experienced a thrill. After a momentary pause
he hastened onward. The figure retreated into the thicker
shadows as he advanced. He knew who the man was, how-
ever. Even if the voice had not been familiar, the round
fez the man wore on his head would have proved his
identity.

‘“Malim Bey!” exclaimed Frank.

Simultaneously with the words, he flung himself for-
ward, seized the man by the shoulders and tried to call
for help. A hand was pressed suddenly over his lips,
smothering the cry.

CHAPTER VI.
THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT.

“Yoong ’Merican friend, do not shout! I am peaceable
mans and have much trouble. I not do you any hurt.
Please, do not make injury for me. Let us have con-
versation for a little, while I tell you things.”

Malim Bey was a strange fellow. Frank had never
understood him.. It would have been easy ‘to. believe
that the Turk was a ruffian and a thief, and yet, in
some manner, he had always ~-appealed to Frank’s sym-
pathy. ’

The plebe was beginning to wonder if he was not under
the uncanny influence of the mysterious foreigner. In
the past, Frank had tried to befriend the fellow. Was
it because the Turk was exerting his weird powers in an
attempt to make Frank his friend?

There and then Malim Bey’s influence was felt: Some-
thing caused: Frank’s hands to fall from the man’s shoul-
ders, and the shout of alarm to die on his lips.

“You' have been two-faced with me,. Malim Bey!” ex-
claimed Frank, when the man had withdrawn his hand.

“No,” was the emphatic answer, “I have not. I°have ’
been honest with you, Merriwell. I am honest mans,
all the time. I swear by the Koran I am honest.”

“You said you were satisfied to have Pryme return the
ruby to the mosque from which it was taken. And this
afternoon you stole it again!”

“That is not true! I did not steal it. You shall not
think such evil of me, my friend. Search—look through
all my pockets—make sure in your mind T have not the
stone. I want that you should be satisfied.”

He held his hands above his head and stood quietly
while Frank made a perfunctory search. :

“T can’t find it,” said Frank, “but that doesn’t count
for much. You may/have hidden it somewhere.”

“A low, bitter laugh escaped the Turk’s lips,

“You are not reasonable,” said he, “you do not stop to
think. ,1f I really took the Ruby of Allah from Pryme,
would I be here now? If I wanted to steal the gem,
and had stolen it, by this time I should be miles from
Fardale. Is there not logic in that? Answer!”

Frank had to admit that Malim Bey’s remarks were
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officers a chance to capture him and recover the stone.

“Anyhow,” said Frank, a little bewildered, “Pryme thinks
you are the one who got the ruby.”

“Did he see me with his eyes?
that, or does he know ?”

“I suppose he’s gttessing; but circumstances are all
against you, Malim Bey. The officers are on your trail,
and instead of standing here talking with you, I ought to
make a prisoner of you and turfi you over to them.”

“That wotld be unjust. In this life, yoong ’*Merican
friend, the finest thing always is to be just. Be so now.
Help me, and you will not regret.
more. Pryme called the law officers ftom my track Satur-
day, and to-day he sends them after me again. What a
mistake! While the officers hunt for me, the real thieves
will escape!”

“Who are the real thieves?” Frank asked.

“IT do not know, although I suspect. But I want them
to be captured so that the Ruby of Allah may be re-
turned to the place where it belongs—so that my brother
may live. That is my. whole wish, Merriwell. Pryme
and his dogs of the law have taken the wrong track. If
I went to them and told them so, they would not be-
lieve. Circumstances are against me, Yet it is the truth
I speak. to you; and, if the real thieves are found, I must
be the one to find them. Yes, and for that work I must
have my liberty. Also, I want you to help.”

“Why do you want me to help?”

“Because,” and the Turk’s voice rang with sincerity, “you
already half believe in Malim Bey. You have inclination
to be my friend. No one else can I trust. You have
helped me before, and I think you will help. me now.
Yes?”

The Turk’s voice grew eager and he took a step to-
ward Frank, holding out his hands appealingly.

Merriwell was pondering deéply. What was his duty?
On the face of it, his duty seemed to require that he
should lay hands om Malim Bey and march him to the
colonel’s house. To do that single-handed, however, would
have been impossible. The Turk would resist; he would
tear himself away, and the night would help him ‘make
good his escape.

On the other hand, Frank was conscious of a feeling
of sympathy for the fellow, of a doubt as to his guilt.

Does he guess about

. Why not give him the benefit of the doubt? If he proved

really to be the thief, carefully maneuvering might ulti-

‘mately place him securely in Frank’s hands.

' “How do you want me to help you?” the plebe asked.
“T have some clews,” was the reply. “To-night, if you

K Hae ” will be so kind, you and I will run them down.”

~~ Again Merry grew silent and thoughtful. If Malim Bey
was really the thief, and if he had the ruby secreted some-
where, why was he going to all this trouble? What de-
signs lay back of his words?

Frank could find no reason for Malim Bey seeking that
meeting with him, if the fellow really had the ruby. His
talk impressed the lad favorably.

“You want me to help you to-night,” Frank went on.
“T shall have to get permission to leave barracks. What
excuse will I give?”

“You cannot lie about it, and you cannot tell the truth,
for it would make’me more trouble. Yoong friend, what
I ask of you is this: Leave school without permission.

Afterward, whether we sttcceed of not, tell Gunn Bey all

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t He will not be blaming you for helping an inno-
cent mans in his trouble.” ‘

It was not a difficult matter to 1
permission. Most of the
though at the risk of re

eave barracks without
students did it, occasionally, al-
; Primand and its. Frank
did not care to take such a risk juist tae Malle Bey
Meee might be a visionary undertaking. |
ae ar “Merican friend,” proceeded the Turk,
we recover the Re Help me, but also you help Pryme. [If
turn to him. T ¢ oe of Allah, you shall have it to fe-
it back to the ae his words. He said he would send
haat oh mosque in Cairo. I believe he will do as
= aa I fair? If that is true, will you not be fair
with me?” y
14 Maio is a question made a big appeal to Frank.
was secured Pi e tn good faith, and if the ruby
gem to Mr. Pry ould be a pleasant duty to return the
to clear tl - yme. And to tess pleasant would it be
nae i urk of the cloud that rested upon him.
Frank 3 a tn my mind, about your guilt,” said
cate Back and I ‘don’t know but PH give you the
iar iui ry can sneak out of barracks, but I can’t stay
at any eth cade ate liable to look into the rooms
they’ll | a the longer I’m away the more chatice
misy 4 have to discover that I’ missing. How long will
it take to run down these clews of yours?” &
Maybe one hour, maybe two, or three ” was the eacer
response. “There were two *Merican uhieven I shane ane
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they are still around, I Bs : ;
the woods.” fw CUE? Se Wie since, in

“If you saw him, wh

M4 didn’t oy ” ?
asked skeptically, + YOu catch “hier?” Franke

hout thought. Sup-
‘ and e was not the one with the
care about the thieves if I retovel tr EE !
Allah’s Blood. Onnerstand ?” : " — a

“How do you know there are two thieves 2”

“I have seen two bad-looking mans skulking j I
woods. They are evil persons, I know, J hav be ; ae
to read what happens, even when I cannot see " oe
those evil persons took the Stone! We wilt fi ip a
to-night and recover it. If ] went to law offic “ d said
this, they would not believe. 1 would be lo ad e cad
conte do nothing. Then the thieves would ae - a

Where am I to meet you, and when?” Frank ai |

Can it be eleven of the clock to-night? You ean get

: that hour?”
“T think so.” ei

“Then, please, let that be the hour,

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been to it before. You hay
the last few days?”

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yoong friend! All you hay
officers and have them cor
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I make you a reward; some day, yoong ’Merican friend,

when happier times come to me and my house. That is
all for this time.”
The Turk drew softly away from Merriwell, and his

dark figure faded from sight among the shifting shadows.
In a minute he was gone.

“Confound it!’ Frank muttered, “I wonder if I am
doing the right or tle wrong thing? Is that fellow ‘work-
ing’ me, for some reason which I can’t understand? If he
isn’t acting square, I don’t see what he has to gain by
all this maneuvering. I'll go to the old house, and if he
doesn’t play fair I’ll contrive in some way to make a
prisoner of him. Maybe,” and he smiled grimly, “a
little jujutsu will come in handy. We'll see about that
later, I’ve given my word to him, anyway, and so I’m in
for a little adventure to-night.”

Call to quarters was sounding across the parade ground
and Frank had to give up his plan for calling on Profes-
Oppressed with a feeling that he might be
intending a false move, his thoughts were far from pleas-
ant as he took his way toward barracks.

Clancy sat at his table and was boning at his books when

Merriwell entered the room. The red- headed chap looked
up expectantly.

“What’s the latest, Chip?” he asked.
at Garner’s?”

“T haven’t been to Garner’s,” Frank answered.

“You headed that way, when you left Villum and me.
Get sidetracked ?”

Clancy’s inquiries were not agreeable to his chum just
then, and Merry was wondering how he could evade them
successfully when a tap fell on the door.

“Come in!” Frank called.

The door opened softly and Billy Stubbs stepped across
the threshold. Carefully he closed the door behind him
and faced Frank.

“You can’t put me off, Merriwell,”’ said Stubbs.
got to know about that at once.”

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CHAPTER Vil

A CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

“Anything new

“ve

Clancy did not like Stubbs, and he was not at all back-
ward about showing it.

“You're in the wrong pew, yearling,” said Clancy.
the door—from the other side.”

“With pleasure,” said Stubbs stiffly, “just as soon as |
have transacted my business with Merriwell.”

“What have you: got to know about at once, Stubbs?”
asked Merry, i

“The little matter we talked about on the parade ground.”

Frank looked blankly at Stubbs for a moment, and then
broke into a laugh. The yearling began to bristle.

“Nothing funny about this,’ he growled. “You've got
Tucker in wrong and he wants satisfaction.”

“Chip,” said Owen, “what have you been
Tucker?”

Frank turned with a smile to his chum.

“Close

doing to

“He thinks I didn’t treat him right in the gym,” he an-
swered.,
“You humiliated him before a lot of the fellows,” put in

- Stubbs, “and Tucker thinks you ought to meet him again.”

“At jujutsu?” queried Frank.
“Ves”?
“T’ll meet him in the gym to-morrow afternoon.”

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“Tucker wants to get a chance at you to-night, and not
in the gym—liable to have too much interference there.”

“Oh, I see,” said Frank grimly. “What Tucker really
wants is a fight. Well, Stubbs, you tell Tuck that I decline
to meet a sorehead without some better excuse than he
has given me.”

“And tell him for me,” burst out Clancy, “that the
awful humiliation he suffered in the gym is nothing to
what Chip would have handed him if he had let himself
out. Your friend Tuck has gas enough for a balloon a§-
cension. If he hadn’t used his mouth so much_ before
that jujutsu performance, his humiliation wouldn’t have
been so keen. He’s a great little sobber, he is.”

“Tucker thinks he has good cause for demanding satis-
faction from Merriwell,” insisted Stubbs, “and there are
others of the same opinion.”

“You are the ‘others,’ eh?” jeered Clancy.

“Well—er—I am one of several. If you’ve got the
nerve to meet him, Merriwell, why——”

“Nerve!” exclaimed Clancy, and exploded.a eh.
“T haven’t any row with Tucker,” declared Merry, “and
I don’t propose to fight him just for the fun of it.”

“He’s going to be at the old house by the railroad track
at eleven this evening,” said Stubbs, “and if you don’t
accept this challenge some of the fellows will be apt to
think you’re a coward.”

Owen-bounded out of his chair and advanced wrath-
fully upon the yearling. Frank stepped quickly between
the two. .

“Let me hit him, Chip—just once!” begged the red-
headed chap. “If you and Tuck can’t get together, maybe
Stubbs and I can.”

“T'll tuke care of Stubbs, old man,” Frank answered.

Frank had been jarred considerably by Stubbs’ remark—
not in the way,Owen imagined, but for a reason altogether
different.

“You say,” and Frank faced his caller squarely, “that
Tucker wants to meet me at the old house by tht raiJ-
road track at eleven o'clock to-night?”

“That’s the time and the place.”

“The old house where the poker club used to hold its
night sessions?”

“T guess there’s only one old house by the railroad track
that we know anything about. You’ve nicked it right,
Merriwell.”

Frank drew a long breath and a startled feeling raced
through his nerves. Tucker and Stubbs. had selected the
same place and the same hour for the prospective fight that
Malim Bey had chosen for the meeting with Frank!

“Stubbs,” said Frank, “you tell, Tucker that if he is
bound to fight with me it will have to be to-morrow
night.”

“It has got to be to- night! !” insisted Stubbs, puffing out
his chest.

“Then let’s come together at midnight in Chadwick's
pasture.” - 7

“The pasture is no fit place at this time of the year.
And for jujutsu, Tuck says, there ought to be plenty of
light. We'll have that locomotive. headlight at the old |
house.”

“Why can’t you put this off until to-morrow night?”

“Because/ Tuck has town leave this evening, and he
doesn’t intend to show up at barracks until he has met
you.”

“Can’t you get word to him?”
  

“No. I’ll not see Tuck again until I slip out of barracks

to watch the ‘go’ He is to be waiting for me at the
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fence, where we turn from the road. 2 ,

There seemed absolutely no way for Frank to ayoid a
meeting with Tucker that night. He would have to meet
the yearling if for nothing more than to keep him away

Malim Bey.
the old house and Malim ee
sa many are going to be around when this jujutsu
~e?” od Frank.
set-to takes place?” asked Fran e ie

“No more than four,” said Stubbs importantly, the
principals and their seconds. I am acting for Mr, ‘Tucker.

“And I am acting for Mr. Merriwell,’ chimed in Owen.
“We'll be there,” ae

“Then the matter is settled,” went on Stubbs. oe
can use our rope ladder for getting out of barracks, i
you wish.”

He turned and laid his hand on the doorknob. ee
“Just a minute,” said Frank restrainingly. Stubbs ace
around. “Nobody is acting for me, and I’m only accepting

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this challenge under certain conditions, i

“Conditions? What sort of conditions : ; :

“Being the challenged party,” continued Frank, repres-
sing an amused smile, “I have the right not only to a
time and place, but the weapons as well. You not we
challenge me, but also tell me where we are to age :
what hour, and specify the sort of bout it is to ne e€
I’m not going to be finical. I agree to all that, but there
is One Other condition I shall insist on, Stubbs.

“What is it?” asked Stubbs warily: p

“There'll be no seconds present—just Tucker aL 4

“Why, hang it,” blustered Stubbs, “I never heard o
a meeting without seconds!” . =

“Tucker and I are the ones who are going to ight.
don’t think Tuek needs you, and I can get along without
Clancy.” a

“Shucks!” grumbled Owen. “What do you want to cu
me out of the fun for?” ey ai
' “T can’t understand why you insist on this peculiar

iti i bs.
condition,” said the puzzled Stub ii

“It’s not necessary for you to understand ee,
drawled Merriwell. “You'll agree to it, though, if there’s
a meeting.”

Stubbs was very much taken aback. He seemed to sus

i rt.
pect double-dealing of some so eae :

“Wish I could talk with Tucker,” he air niuted, I
don’t know what he'll think of the arrangement.

“Did he tell you to act for him? \,

“Sure! If he hadn't, I wouldn’t be here. ioe
'“Then whatever you agree to will bind him, and it

. 5 p « ks.”’
makes no difference what he thin .

“I was going to meet him by the fence and help him
with the headlight.” ae

“That needn’t worry you. I'll meet him and help him,’

Stubbs was plainly reluctant to yield. Merriwell was
firm, however.

“Oh, well,” grunted Stubbs, “if you’re bound to have

. . . ”
it that way, I suppose I’ll have to give in, |
' “Mean what you say, do you?” inquired Frank signifi-
cantly.
| “What makes you think I don’t?” flared Stubbs.

“I don’t want you to forget the agreement and show
up at the. old house, William. You’re so fond of trouble
that you might like to see what goes on there. Take it
from me, you'll be in hot water yourself if I find you
hanging around.”

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“T’ll watch his toom, Chip,” said Ow

en. “If he tries
to get out of the window

on the rope ladder, I’ll drop a
water pitcher on his head. and then I'll yell for the in-

spector. Stubbs won’t show up at the old house—not if
I know it.”

PUM 33 gentleman,”
“When I enter into an
With that, he pulled
the room. Owen laughe
back into his chair.
“I. thought some
work in the gym,’

remarked Stubbs, with dignity.
agreement, I always carry it out.”
open the door and stalked from
d as the door closed, and dropped

thing would come of this afternoon’s

"he observed, “and here it is, Why the
deuce don’t you want any one present but yourself and —
Tucker 2”

“Tell you later, Clan,” Merry replied; “can’t do it
now.”

“You're as mysterious as old Malim Bey! I’d like to

go along, but if yow’re bound to have me stay here, why,
here I stick. If the inspector bobs in while you're out,
maybe I can fool him. How do you intend to leave bar-
tacks ?”

“Some old way—knotted rope and th
yearling quarters,
do you?”

“Didn’t know but
lower hall.” -

“Too blamed risky. That knotted rope ought to be under

a loose board in the empty room, and T can get away easily
half an hour after taps.”

Frank got out his books an
But he could not concentrate
more on the program for that night than he had bar-
gained for. He was to meet and help Malim Bey, and
he was also to meet and fight Tucker. And he would be
expected by both at the same and in the same
place!

“Jupiter,” he thought, “how

e€ empty room in
Don’t think I’d use Stubbs’ rope ladder,

you'd try to run the guard in the

d sat down for a little study.
on his lessons, There was

time

did those two ever come to
select \to-night, eleyen o'clock, and that old house by
the railroad track? It may be a coincidence—probably
it is—but it’s a queer one. Tve got to sidetrack Tucker,
somehow, when I find him. at the fence. It would never
do to let him g0° on to the old house and see the Turk!
Guess I can Manage it; l’ye got to, that’s all.” '

When tattoo sounded the chums made down their beds,
but Clancy was the only one to undress, Merriwell merely
changed his shoes for his rubber-soled, gymnasium foot-
gear, and rolled in between the blankets with his

Directly after taps the inspector’s dark lantern flashed
through the room.

“All right,” sir,”

Piped Clancy, and ¢
the inspector conti

he door closed and
nued his rounds.

CHAPTER Vir.

AN UNSETTLING DISCOVERY,
It was about half past ten when
out of bed, reached for
Toom toward the door.
was somewhat Surprised when aw
to him through the darkness :
“Good luck to you, Chip!
give him ‘all the-satisfaction he can Possibly use. I'll watch
Stubbs and make sure he remains in barracks.”
“I’ don’t think Stubbs
called back,

Frank got carefully
his. hat, and started across the
He thought Owen was asleep, and

“Stay in bed and get your sleep.”

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Without waiting to hear Clancy’s response, Merriwell
let himself out at the door and stood for a moment in the
hall, Everything in the big building was quiet, so quiet
that the tramp of the guard in the lower hall could be
heard distinctly.

Making hardly a sound in his rubber-soled gym shoes,
Frank glided to the stairs and descended swiftly to the
floor below.

He was now in yearling quarters. The measured tread
of the sentinel reached his ears in redoubled volume, but,
apart from that, the silence was profound.

The halls in barracks were not so safe for Frank as
they seemed, for at any moment a subdivision inspec-
tor might dodge out from somewhere and come face to
face with him. It behooved the roving plebe to get out
of sight as quickly as possible.

Passing along the hall to a certain door, Frank grasped
the knob and carefully turned it. The door was un-
locked, and he stepped into the chill and darkness of an

empty room.

The unoccupied chamber had served the night-prowling
cadets more times than a few. It was a very important
station on the secret road out of barracks.

Groping around in the gloom, Frank found a Joose board
in the floor. Pulling up the board, he removed from the
space beneath it a coil of stout rope. This rope, through-
out its length, was knotted at intervals of a foot. The
knots were a great aid in climbing up or down.

Tying one end of the rope to a steam radiator, Frank
hoisted a window and dropped the other end out and

‘down the wall of the building. Two minutes more and

he had lowered himself to the ground.

_It had all been very easily accomplished. Everything
would be well if an inspector did not discover his ab-
sence from his room, or find the knotted rope dangling
from the open window in the unoccupied chamber. A num-
ber of disastrous things might happen, of course, but there
was no use in worrying over possibilities.

The night air was crisp and tingling. Frank crossed
the crackling turf to the road, turned his face toward
Fardale, and started off at a dog trot. He had now time
to reflect on the rather complicated situation that lay
ahead of him.

In the hour or two he could safely be abroad, that night,
he was expected to engage Tucker at jujutsu, and to meet
and give aid to Malim Bey. How was he to carry out
both details of the night’s arrangement without having
something go wrong with one plan or the other?

Frank made up his mind that, somehow, he must keep
Tucker away from the old house. After settling differ-
ences with the yearling, Frank could go on and meet the
Turk,

Ways and means were rather obscure, but Frank was

trusting to luck to help him overcome the difficulties that

lay ahead. The main thing was to prevent Tuck and
the Turk from coming together. Having accomplished
that Frank could deal with each according to prearranged
program.

Tucker was to be waiting at the fence, at the point
where the nearest path to the old house left the road.
Frank, keeping his eyes peeled for a shadowy figure lurk-
irig at the roadside, proceeded on at the brisk trot he
had kept up ever since leaving the school. Suddenly he
became aware of a figure in the road ahead of him,
running in his direction.

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ging I’m going to.

Frank halted. The figure came impetuously on.
“That you, Billy?’ called the panting, excited voice of
Tucker.

it’s Merriwell.”’
slowed to a halt. He was_ intensely

“No,” Frank answered, “it isn’t. Stubbs,

The yearling
wrought up about something, that was evident.

“Didn’t Stubbs come with you?” he asked.

“No, I came alone. We haven't any differences to set-
tle, Tuck; but, even if you think we have, I guess we
can reach an understanding without having any outsiders
around,”

“T’ve got a bone to pick with you, by thunder, and I’m
going to pick it. That can wait, though. There’s some-
thing wrong, back there,” and Tucker nodded in the di-
rection from which he had come in such a hurry.

“Wrong?” echoed Merriwell. “How do you mean?”

“There’s somebody in the old house.”

“Did you go there? Stubbs said you’d be waiting by
the fence.”

“T got tired of waiting and thought I’d go on to the
house. Either there’s some one in the place, Merriwell, or
else it’s—it’s haunted !”

“You don’t believe in spooks, do you?” returned Frank
jokingly.

“T @on’t know whether I do or not. I heard noises,
when I came close to the house, that made my skin get
up and walk all over me with cold feet. For a minute I
couldn’t move, and when I was finally able to get in mo-
tion I hit only the high places between the house and the
road. Say, you ought to have seen me get over the fence!
I think I cleared the top board by all of six feet. When I
lit in the road, I kept right on.toward the academy, just
a-smoking.”

“Guess you were scared, Tucker.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t scared, I was just stampeded.”

“What was it you heard?”

“The usual thing when ghosts walk—groans, hollow, un-
earthly groans. And I think there was something like a
clanking chain mixed up with the groans.” ~

Allowing a whole lot for imagination on Tucker’s part,
there was enough in all this to startle Frank and to make
him want to investigate matters at the old house without
delay. Some accident might have happened to Malim Bey,
and perhaps he was in need of immediate assistance.

“You go on to the academy, Tuck,” suggested Frank.
“We'll settle our personal difference some other time. I
never heard a real ghost do any groaning or rattle any
chains, so I’ll just go on to the house and investigate the
spook.”

“Tf that’s your play, Merriwell,” said the other, “I’m
going along. It’s mighty soothing to have company, at
a time like this. Another thing,’ and Tucker’s voice
hardened, “we don’t settle our difference some other time.
We're going to do it to-night. I’ve stood all the rag-
I say I’m better at this Jujutsn than
you are, and I’m going to prove it.”

“It’s a matter of just showing how good you are and
how poor I am,” observed Frank caustically. “Is that it?”

“It’s a matter of putting a crimp in the school joshing,”
snapped Tucker.
up with.” .

“Your idea is to get the better of me by the Jap method
of fighting, eh?”

“I’m going to put you on your back, three times out of
asserted Tucker.

“T’ve had all of that I’m going to put

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fellows at school to-morrow all about a and give me
credit for outmatching you. If it’s the other way Pears
and you happen to down me three times Eee of elas
I’ll spread the news and put up with the ragging. lat’s

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ig in the road this minute.

Set ie caie: I toted a locomotive headlight up to

the house, but dropped it when I heard the groans. a ll

get the headlight to going in one of the igen and net

we'll mix it. I wish to thunder Stubbs had come with

Pa ” said Frank, “we'll have

“Before we can use the house,’ sai ; mobs
to lay the ghost. That’s our first business. * +b ai
bound to pull off the fight to-night, and in oa louse,
we'd better get a hustle on and clean out we Te a :

“The quicker the sooner,” returned’ Tuck. m ready

re,” teins
yircmablas ot on, Tucker dropping in at his side, ri
keeping step with him. There seemed no way eee ne
track the yearling. Whatever grim secrets the o ao e
held would probably yield themselves up to a8 OO
well as to Merriwell. Malim Bey might approve * Se
and he might not. However, like Frank, the Turk wou

re ke the best of it.

ee foolish, don’t you think,’ Merry a
“for you and I to clash on account of the way the cadets
are joshing you?” sae
"You ed yourself at the gym,” said Tucker, “and
at my expense.” a

“Whose fault was that—mine or yours? 3

“I don’t care a tinker’s whoop whose fault it
That’s what happened and it means a lot to me. rsa
have a fair show. Pryme butted in pete: di iad a
chance to let the fellows see what I was good Pte

“T’m willing to meet you again in the gy Sent,

“You're a favorite of the Jap’s, and I wouldnt g
iene nts with you is that you piles ——
and get ugly. If you do that with mé ee oo
[’m going to give you as ay as you send. Mark that!

ser gave a harsh laugh.

ice ae as you like, Merriwell,” he ee oe
tend to. The main thing is to get three falls out o

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. that time they were at the place ee en
sary to climb the fence. After crossing ber oa x
proceeded warily through the woods in i.

» ruinous old house. ee
te a few moments the deserted dwelling Se at
nestling shadowily in its bush-grown Saas s ei,
edge of the cleared space, and within twenty

eet of the house, they paused. ee
ees the headlight,’ whispered Tucker, ‘goons
dark object with his foot. “Hee e warts ie .. te
| heard the groans, and Wow!” he broke off, shive
ing. “Listen to that” |

a muffled, moaning sound issued from the 7 on
It was enough to make a fellow’s flesh af a to
stand. Merriwell, however, started resajutely oO ’

“Where are you going?” gasped Tpumey soe

“To investigate,” Frank answered. A ou can stay ;
if you want to. I won't be gone one : SaaS

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his hand and scratched it against the nearest wall.

He saw something in the feeble gleam of the match—
something that wrenched an exclamation from his lips

and caused him to fal] back a step and stand tense and
staring.

On the floor, almost at
Bey!

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CHAPTER IX,

MYSTERY,

The Turk lay
closed and the Jo
around it.
fling cloth.
This was all Frank Saw at first.
discover something unusual, but nothing quite so unset-
tling as this. After a moment spent in getting the whip
hand of his nerves, he struck another match and made

a more thorough examination of the unfortunate Malim
Sey.

The red fez with it, tassel 1

arms were doubled under him
position.

Prostrate on the floor. ppb
wer part of his face had a cloth twisted
The low groans came from behind the muf-

He was expecting to

ay a yard away. The Turk’s
» and no doubt bound in that
A strap secured his feet at the ankles.
Who had treatea the Turk in th
about him into the thick shadows of the room. No one
else seemed to be near. Save for the unconscious groan-
ing of Malim Bey the stillness of the tomb reigned every-
where.

“What the deuce does this mean?” Fr
self.

at way? Frank peered

ank asked him-

The only person who could
answer it was the Turk, and

unable to talk. :
The match flickered out between Frank’s
on his knees beside Malim Be
man by the shoulders.
“Rouse up!” he exclaimed.
Bey? It’s a friend of yours, Merriwell !”
Only a gurgling moan

fingers. Still
y, he bent over and shook the

came from behind the cloth.

« had met with violence, and
for him to revive.
the motionless form on its sid
at the knotted cloth. While he was
cautiously to the door.

“T say, Merriwell 1” he called.

“Well?” Frank returned,

“What have you found in there? What are you doing?”

“T’ve found the ghost. Bring that headlight, will you,
so I can see what I’m about?”

“Who—what is it?” came tremulously from Tucker..

“Bring the light, Tucke
self.”

The yearling hurried away. He was back presently with
the old headlight, which he brought into the room and
dropped with a resounding thump on the floor. He opened
the glass and his hands trembled as he scratched a match
and trailed the flame over the wick of the lamp.

There was an old box in the room and he lifted the
headlight to the top of it

on Merriwell and M
“Great guns!”
chap’

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Turning e, Frank groped
working, Tucker came

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brought prominently to the surface. Tucker had discov-
ered Malim Bey in the old house; and this, in the end,
might prove of small behefit to Malim Bey. There was
no help for what had happened, however, and Frank had
to make the best of it.

Every student at the academy knew about that fateful
Egyptian ruby, and Malim Bey’s connection with it. Many
of the cadets had seen the Turk, and among these was
Tucker.

“It’s Malim Bey, all right,” Frank answered.

“What’s he doing here?” inquired Tucker excitedly. “Is
this where he had been hanging out all the while the
Officers have been on his track?”

Merriwell was removing the cloth, the twisted handker-
chief that secured the Turk’s hands at his back, and the
strap that was buckled around his ankles. He did not
take time to reply to Tucker’s speculative remarks.

The yearling peered about the room. There was a heap
of brush, covered with a blanket, in one corner, and other
evidences were not lacking that some one had been living
in the old house for several days.

“By cracky,” continued Tucker, his excitement growing,
“that Turk has been staying here! Nice lot of officers
they’ve got in Fardale, I must say, not to locate him
when he was so close to town as this!”

“Pryme called off the pursuit last Saturday, Tucker,’
said Merriwell. “Heard about that, haven’t you?”

“Sure; but he called it on again this afternoon.”

A big idea seemed abruptly to take hold of Tucker.
‘Hurrying to Merry’s side, he dropped a hand on.his shoul- ,
der,

“We're in luck, Merriwell!” he cried; “that’s what we
are—in the biggest kind of luck !”

“How’s that?”

“Why, Pryme has offered a reward of a thousand dol-
lars for the capture of Malim Bey! I was in town this
evening, and everybody is talking about it. I should judge
that about half the people who live in Fardale ate nosing
around and trying to bag that easy money. And here it
has dropped into our hands with hardly an effort.”

Tucker began to laugh.

“Think you could use five hundred of Pryme’s money,
Merriwell?” he continued, chuckling. “I could, and you
catt gamble on that.”

“Keep your shirt on a minute, Tuck,” said Frank. “Was
the reward for the captute of the Turk, or was it for the

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“Come to think of it, I believe the reward was for both,
the Turk and the ruby. It’s a cinch, though, that Malim
Bey got the red stone, and if we’ve found him we have

likewise ,recovered the ruby.”

“No citich about it,’ demurred Frank.

“Look through his pockets—see if you can’t find Pryme’s
property !”

Frank unbuckled the strap and tossed it aside; then,

_merély as a matter of form and to satisfy Tucker, he

searched the pockets of the tinconscious man.
the ruby was not found.

“He has put it away somewhere,” averred Tucker dis-
appointedly.

“I don’t think he had it at all,” said Merriwell. “Ac
cording to my notion, some one else stole the ruby from
Pryme.,”

“But Pryme says——”

“I don’t care what Pryme says.

Of course,

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Here’s Malim Bey, un-

low who robbed him, and so he is only guessing.
the facts in the face, Tucker.
conscious and bound and gagged. That’s no condition for
a successful thief to be in, is it? Who set upon him?”

“Maybe,” Tucker replied, “some of the fellows who are
hunting for him happened to find him.” :

“If that is so, why did they leave him here? They'd

have taken him to Fardale, wouldn’t they, im order to get
the reward Pryme offered ?”
. “By Jove, that’s right,” answered the nonplused yearling.
Then he had another idea. “Possibly,” he went on, “the
Turk was laid out by some one else who knew he had
the ruby. These other fellows took the stone away from
him, and have gone off with it.”

This was the brightest supposition Tucker had advanced.
But Frank met it logically and conviricingly.

“If Malim Bey stole the ruby,” said he, “he would have
had ample time to get a long way from Fardale after
the atta¢ék on Pryme. Wouldn’t the Turk have been
foolish to hang around this neck of the woods after get-
ting the Ruby of Allah safely in his hands?”

“I guess that’s so,” admitted Tucker. “He'd have made
tracks mighty quick, seems to me. What is your theory,
Merriwell ?”

“I haven’t any,” was the reply. “Strikes me, the only
way to get to the bottom of the mystery is to revive
Malim Bey and let him tell ts what happened. Take hold
of his feet, Tucker, and we'll carry him over to that
makeshift bed in the corner. He'll be more comfortable
there, and we'll do what we -can to bring him around.”
This unexpected and tragic turn of events had driven -

completely from the -yearling’s mind the jujutsu clash

with Merriwell. Tucker was now all agog to plumb the
mystery of Malim Bey’s presence in the old house, and
of the condition which he had been found,

The unconscious Turk was lifted gently, borne to the
bed, and laid on the blanket. He continued to groan dis-
mally from time to time, but he kept his eyes closed atid
showed no signs of opening them.

“Where is he hurt?” asked Tucker, shifting the gleam
of the headlight so that it fell more directly on the form
of Malim Bey.

“He was struck a hard Slow on the forehead,” Frank an-
swered. “There’s a bad bruise over his left eye. He’s
merely stunned, I think, and onght to come to himself
pretty soon. If we had a little cold water ‘it might help.”

“There’s a spring close to the house. If T had some-

.thing to get the water in I could—— Ah!” he broke off

“there’s a tin can. [Il have the water here in a jiff,
riwell.”

Tucker caught up the can from beside the door and
ran out into the night. Frank, with his back to the
door, bent over Malim Bey and began chafing his hands,
He heard a step at the door, but, supposing it was Tucker
returning with the water, did not look around.

Aer-

A gruff exclamation echoed through the room and the
step crossed the threshold heavily. Frank, suddenly real-
izing. that the newcomer could not be Tucker, started to
his feet and/whirled around. He received the sutprise
of his life.

Two men showed themselves to his startled eyes. One
was inside the room and the other was leaning in the
doorway. They were burly, roughly dressed fellows, on

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“Well, I’ll be skinned!” growled the man in the room.
W g ink o’ this, Dave?”
“What d’ye think o’ this, Lae ae
oj shin one o’ them academy kids is meddlin’ with our
business, Steve,” the other answered savagely, “an’ that’s
NE ie * can’t fer.”
somethin’ we can’t stand
With a quick move of the hand the fellow called Dave
brought into sight an ugly-looking “bulldog” revolver.
The weapon was leveled at Merriwell, and the eye that
traveled over the sights gleamed murderously.
“What ye doin’ here, eh?” snarled Dave.
“Just happened along,” Frank answered indefinitely.
“Like thunder ye jest happened along! Ye come
fer some reason or other, and ye’d better speak up fran
and free. We ain’t goin’ to let ye copper our game, we
ain’t.” >
“Right ye are, Dave!” spoke up Steve, a nasty look spas
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fer, wing ’im!”
“Last call!” gritted Dave huskily.
non he
that Turk fer? Out with it! :
The situation, so far as Frank was concerned, was get
ting desperate. Covered with a revolver, held by re
who was evidently a scoundrel and equal to anything,
let could do.
there was not much the cac
Just as the situation reached its most hopeless point,
Merriwell saw Tucker stealing through the gloom out-
side and coming up behind the fellow with the gun.

“What’re you helpin’

CHAPTER X.
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER.

Merriwel! knew Tucker for a braggart, and ate a
count alone had not much use for him. eg : 4 ~
low will resort to° boasting in order to hide : ee ee
courage, or some other weakness of ee 4 sbi
‘that reason brag and bluster usually aeere bape es
contempt. But there are exceptions to nearly ev ia ee:

Tucker was outside the house. - ee es ray
grasp the situation within the old ae oi ie .
ling could easily. have fled and left Fran
peril alone.

This is precisely what Merriwell would mate pen
of him, Merry was surprised, therefore, ee as
creeping up behind the burly ruffian in the ee =
flashed over the plebe in an instant that he was = aoe
than. he had imagined, for he had a companion who Ww
stand by him.

A crisis is often needed to bring.a fellow’s true oo.
to the surface. In the tick of a watch Merriwells w
estimate of Tucker was revised. ae es

“Are ye goin’ to talk, or alg ge? growled Dave. m
about done waitin’, my bantam! ie

“Who are you?” Frank demanded sharey: ane have
no more right to be here ae have. You-——

- er chatter! Last call! ae

oe a the stubby forefinger flex upon the oo
“of the revolver. At. that juncture, by .a ee
jujutsu, wondrously well executed, Tucker Aree ;
self upon Dave from the rear. iM

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fierce yell from Steve.

“There’s two of ’em, by gorry! We've got to clean
up on ’em, Dave, or they'll as for us!”

From somewhere about his person Steve drew a sheath

knife, the long, naked blade glimmering in the yellow
Tight. At the same moment a rumbling oath fell from
Dave’s lips and he bent to Pick up the revolver.

Then things began to happen. Tucker flung the can of
water at Steve. The missile struck the scoundrel’s atm
and the water deluged his face. The sheath knife fell.

While this was going forward, Merry propelled himself
at Dave with a pantherlike spring. Dave was hurled from
the revolver, but one shuffling foot kicked it to the side
of the room. The ruffian came within one of going to
the knees: While he was struggling to keep his bal-
ance, Merriwell again went after him.

The plebe’s‘arm shot out and encircled the man’s neck:
Right hand caught left wrist, in the combat trick’ known

as “throat hold from the rear.” As the hands closed and
drew backward against th

lifted one knee sharply

in.a ‘blow at the base of the
spine,

The whole was executed with al
ness, With a smothered
and fell heavily.

“Bravo, Merriwell !” came the rin
“Shoulder to sholder, old man!
the jujutsu !”

Tucker had not been idle. Steve, raving furiously, had
dashed the water out of his eyes and rushed at the year-
ling. The latter, by a swift movement, dodged to one
side, caught Steve’s left hand with his right, thrust his
left arm across the man’s breast, and gre
what is known as “the devil’s handshake.”

Steve’s left arm,
er’s right arm.
white lips.

“Let up, ye little fiend! W

The sheath knife w
it a kick and se
room.

elbow down, was strained across Tuck-
A groan of pain was forced from Steve's

ant ter bust my arm?”
as sticking in the floor. Tucker gave

But this kick came near bei

While he was poised on one foot, the force exerted by the
kick caused him to slip on the wet boards. He fell, and
thus lost his grip on Steve’s left wrist.
An exultant roar broke from Steve.
“T got ye now, m
neck !”

ng fatal to the yearling.

y bucko, and I’m goin’ ter wring yet
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He was thoroughly enrage
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father, the plebe leaped into
his feet.

One of the trubber-soled shoes struck Steve in the- face,
and the other hit him in the shoulder. At the moment,
he was bending down, his hands groping for Tucker’s

throat. The impact of the kicks drove him backward and
gave Tucker a chance

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“I won't forget that, Mertiwell |!”
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“Steady!” called Merriwell. “Keep yourself in hand,
Tucker! Don’t get reckless.”

The admonition brought Tucker to his senses, and once
more he became cool and calculating, Leaving Tucker
to deal with Steve, Merriwell again whirled upon Dave.
The latter had struggled up after his fall, and he rushed
at Frank, muttering and thrashing his arms in the air.

The plebe side-stepped, thrust out a foot, and tripped
his burly antagonist neatly. Again Dave went down, and
with a force that shook the old ruin in every part.

“Get the gun, Dave!” bellowed Steve hoarsely. “They're
more’n a handful fer us! I never saw sich a pair o’ hor-
Get the gun—and use it!”

Dave, however, found it impossible to get hands on
either the knife or the revolver. The instant he started
for the side of the room where the weapon lay, Merri-
well was after him, striking his neck with the edge of
his hand.

Dave was almost blind with rage. He swore like a
Pirate every time a move toward the weapons was blocked.

“The floor,” called Tucker pantingly, “look on the floor,
Merriwell !”

For a second Frank’s eyes dropped. What he saw as-
tonished and thrilled him.

A black morocco case lay open directly in the bright
gleam of the headlight, and near it, glowing ruddily, lay
a small, red stone. The Ruby of Allah! The case had
fallen from Dave’s pocket during his second fall, had
opened, and the ruby had rolled out!

“These fellows are the ruby thieves!” cried Frank.

“Surest thing you know! It’s up to us to capture them!”

Dave and Steve roared their defiance. With added
energy and vindictiveness they flung themselves at the
two cadets again and again.

It did not seem possible that the two lads could win
against the brute force their antagonists marshaled to
meet them. The ruffians were fighting for liberty, now,
and were mustering all their strength and skill, |

But jujutsu is a science by which deftness defeats brute
force. The skill of the cadets, their coolness, and their
swiftness, gave them an immense advantage.

Merriwell was first to conquer his foe. In any other
circumstances, the way he handled the burly Dave would
have been laughable.

Dave struck out murderously with his right fist. Quick
as a wink Frank caught the man’s wrist with his right fin-
gers, closing on it with all his power. At the same instant
he forced his left arm under Dave’s captured “wing,”
and clapped his hand on the back of Dave’s bowed head.
With this hold, and in that position, the ruffian found it
impossible to make an offensive move. He was literally

_ helpless.
Every time he sought to free his right ram, Merriwell -

pressed it downward, wringing a gasp of pain from the
robber’s lips. In a very short time the burly ruffan was
actually begging for mercy.

Merriwell dared not spare him. The moment the fel-
low was at liberty he would have turned on Frank with
redoubled fury.

But.a throw was easy from that hold. Steadily, relent-
lessly, Frank pushed the head of his antagonist toward the
floor until, with a fling, he dropped Dave headlong.

The fellow struck heavily on the boards. He was
stunned, and, with a wheezy gurgle, straightened out and

lay still.

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Instantly Merriwell leaped for the strap which he had
taken from Malim Bey’s feet, turned Dave upon _ his
face and secured his limp arms at his back. Then he
jumped for the revolver, snatched it from the floor, and
whirled toward Tucker and Steve.

The yearling, just then, was performing a feat second
only to the one Merriwell had accomplished. With his
right arm around the throat of his big antagonist, he
jerked him backward over his right hip and sent him
crashing to the boards. Steve, rumbling out a good imi-
tation of the army in Flanders, started to get up almost
as soon as he was down.

“Stay where you are!” ordered Frank ‘crisply, leveling
the revolver.

“Don’t ye shoot!” puffed Steve, in a panic;
dare turn loose a shot at me!”

“Keep down, then,” commanded Frank. “Tucker,” he
added, without taking his eyes from Steve, “we’ve got
’em! Drag Dave over beside Steve, and then it will be
easy for me to cover them both.”

Dave showed symptoms of reviving, but was not yet
dangerously active. Tucker grabbed him and pulled him
across the floor to the side of his companion.

“This is bully!” exulted Tucker, his eyes gleaming with
pleasure.

“Jujutsu did the trick,” said Merriwell.
wonderfully good work you did, old man!”

“Several notches below yours, though. I’m not in your
class, Merriwell. And I want to tell. you it doesn’t come
so blamed hard to make that acknowledgment as I thought
it would be. Steve would have got me, a little while ago,
if you hadn’t jumped into the air and used your kicks.”

“We helped each other,” insisted Frank. “It took the
two of us to get the better of these hoodlums. Pick up
the ruby, will you? Of all the lucky things that ever hap-
perred, this-—”

He cut his words abruptly short. A crunch of many
footsteps gvas heard outside, and presently several forms
darkened the door.

Under the. wondering eyes of the cadets, yi Gaspel,
Orrin Brent, Leonard Pryme, and two or three f more has-
tened into the room.

“By gad!” exclaimed Pryme. ~“It’s Merriwell! And
there’s the Turk in the corner, and there’s the ruby, and
—and—— Merriwell, what’s been going on here?”

A slow smile crossed Meérriwell’s face. The danger
was over, and the sheriff and his force had arrived in
time to deal with the prisoners.

“don’t ye

“That was

“We've jugt been playing a Japanese game, Mr. FET
Frank explained.

CHAPTER XI.
A CLEAN BILL FOR THE TURK.

A pall of silence fell over the room. The only: sound
was made by Dave, who breathed stertorously, sat un,
and blinked at the muzzle of the revolver.

“A Japanese game?” queried Pryme.
mean by that?”

“Well,” continued Frank, “Tucker and I found Malim
Bey here, bound, gagged, and unconscious. While we were
doing what we could for him, those two fellows’—he
nodded toward Davé and Steve—“rushed im-and made an
attack on us. Tucker and I met them with a pretty hot

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exhibition of jujtutsu, and those ruffians got the worst
OT dts

“Look here, son,” spoke up Brent, “do you mean to ee
that you and Tucker laid out those two stfong-arm guys!

“You see how we've got them,” said Frank. “This re-
volver belongs to Dave. He lost it in the scuffle, and I
just happened to pick it up.”

“Waal, Vll be shot!’ mumbled Si Gaspel, the constable.

“It’s hard to believe that you youngsters could turn such
a trick,” mutmured Pryme. “But we shall have to believe
the evidence of our eyes, I suppose. Was that the ‘uproat
we heard, while we were traveling along the road tc

“There was a heap of noise,” spoke up Tucker. “If you
were in the road, I don’t see how you could help hear-
ing it.” :

“A lot of people are out hunting for Malim Bey, age
ceeded Pryme. “Nobody has had any luck, up to now, anc
Brent came to the academy to report to me. See for
Fardale with him and the constable, in a machine. W a
we reached a point in the road about opposite this olc
house, we. found two or three townspeople bunched to-
gether and listening. The-moment we halted the machine,

we heard the same sounds that had attracted their atten-

tion—muffled shouts and yells, coming from this difection.
We investigated—and find this queer layout. It’s a tre-
mendous surprise, | must say.”
turned to Brent.

tee onae he went on, pointing to the corner of the roa,
“there’s the man whi calls himself Malim Bey. He’s the
oné you want.”

Frank and Lansing turned and followed the New
Yorker’s pointing finger with their eyes. The Turk ~<
sitting up on his rude bed. His senses had igre an
he was apparently as well as ever. His little, beady eyes
were watching developments with hawklike keenspas.

Brent: statted toward. Malim Bey, pulling a pair of hand-
cuffs from his pocket as he went. The Tufk, uttering =
exclamation of protest in his native tongue, sprang to his
feet. Frank stepped in front of the sheriff.

“Leave him alone,.Mr. Brent,’ said he. “Malim Bey is
not the one who stole the ruby. Those eae site men you
want,” and he indicated Dave and Steve; “they are the
ones who committed the robbery.” e e

“Do you know what you are talking about, Merriwell:
demanded the sheriff.

“T ought to,”

“How do you know?” cut in Pryme. ; eg:

“While. we were struggling, the morocco ee ie
ruby dropped out of’ that fellow’s pocket,” said Frank,
pointing to Dave. a

“Malim Bey is in cahoots with them, most aiely: He
is probably as guilty as those other scoundrels.

“No!” declared Merriwell earnestly. “I came here to-

i id to hel
night to meet Malim Bey and to do what I could to help

him find the real thieves and recover the ruby. Sec
wanted me to do this, so that the ruby could - .
to you, and by you, sent back to that Egyptian mosque.

‘When Tucker and IT got here, as I explained a moment

ago, we found Malim Bey unconscious on the floor—and
bound and gagged.” Det oe ted sce
“How did that happen?” queried Pryme ota.
“T don’t know,” Frank answered. “Malim Bey oh Only
just come to his senses. It is only fair to give him a
chance to explain.”

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“All right,’
knows.”
The Turk stepped

said the New Yorker, “let him tell what he

out from the corner a trifle unstead-
ily, and bent a look of deep gratitude upon Merriwell.

“Yoong ’Merican friend,” said he, “this is what 1 never
forget. You have stood by Malim Bey when all hands
were against him. I call you brother !”

“Never tind that patt of it now, Malim Bey,” returned
Frank. “Tell us how you came to be bound and uncon-
scious in this old house”

“That is easy of explanation. Here, in this old place,
I have been ever since the law officers came hunting for
me. I was here at the time of your ’cross-the-country race.

You remember? While T was waiting here for you to
come, those two "Merican bad man

,

that I find them.

the eye, but they fight me, and club me on the head. After
that comes a blank

» till my eyes open and I see the room
filled with many people. To Merriwell and his yoong
friend I am greatly indebted. For all time Malim, Bey
is their friend.” :

Pryme’s theory of the robbery
blow. The sheriff looked to him
his head thoughtfully,

“H’m !” he muttéred. “Begins to look as though I had
made a mistake in suspecting the Turk, Question the
others, Brent. .Let us see what they have to Say, if any-
thing.”

“Ain't got a thing ter say !”

“Ihave, though,” spoke up Steve whiningly. “I hadn't
a thing ter do with liftin’ the ruby. Dave pulled off that
dodge all by his lonesome and——”

“You blamed traitor!” roared Day
was, lurched angrily toward Steve.

“None of that!” said the sheriff, and jumped in be-
tween the two men. “Go on, you!” he added, to Steve,

“I ain’t goin’ ter let Dave ting me in on this fer a few
yeats in stir/’ continued Steve, “It was hit turned the
trick, and I hadn’t a thing ter do with it. I jest met him
in Fardale by a happenchance, He went out fer the ruby.
alone, havin’ heerd a feller from New York was after it.
Dave had been keepin’
of a while, an’ he got a chanst this arternoon ter lift it,
After he had the stone in his hands, him and me come ter
this old house ter wait fer the trouble ter blow over a
little so’st we could make tracks. We blundered onter the
Turk, and we had ter down him and tie him so’st he
wouldn’t give us away. The fell
an’ we had caught him at eo

“We started ter leave, as soo
and out, but the cotntr

for orders, and he bent

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y was too full of people. They
was lookin’ fer the Turk, but we opined they’d nab us
on suspicion, if we was seen. ‘We come back here ter wait
fer a spell and—and we run onter them two cubs.
was more than we could handle, and here we are.”

“Nice sort of a pal you are!” sneered Dave.

“T’m lookin’ out fer my
swered, “an’ ye can’t blar

“Mr. Pryme,” spoke up
with me? I am innocent.
brother’s life is at hazard,
has been for him.”

me fer that.”

Malim Bey, “what is to be dorie
mans in all this trouble. My
and what I have tried to do

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tuby from Tucker. Now, slowly and deliberately, he put
the red message gem into its case and turned to the Turk.

“T think, Malim Bey,” said he, “that I know how to be
just. In the matter of this ruby, I have made some mis-
takes, and whenever I make a mistake, I always try to
correct it, I have had enough of this Ruby of Allah. I
am satisfied that you are an honest man. Take the stone
and return it personally to the mosque in Gaitos <1 regret
that such a storm was stirred up over so trifling a matter.”

It seemed as though the Turk could not credit the evi-
dence of his senses. Then, realization of his good. for-
tune coming to him suddenly, he gave a cry, and flung
himself on his knees at the feet of Leonard Pryme.

“Tut, tut!” said Pryme. “Take your ruby and clear out.”

“Allah illah Allah!” babbled the Turk. “This I never
forget, so long as I live!”

Wild with joy, and pressing the ruby to his breast, he
ran out into the night. (

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CHAPTER XII.
CONCLUSION,

“There goes a happy man,” remarked Pryme grimly,
“and it has cost me a rough experience and a few thou-
sands in cash to put joy into his soul. But never mind.
I was wrong in taking that Ruby of Allah, in the first
place. Brent, you'd better make those two robbers secure
and bring them along to the car. They'll take their medi-
cine for this day’s work!”

“Ye needn’t bear down hard on me!” whimpered Steve.
_ “Ain’t I told ye I hadn’t nothin’ ter do with liftin’ the
ruby ?”

“I haven’t any power, to help you out. You'll have to talk
to the State’s attorney. Come on, Merriwell. I'll walk
with you and your friend as far as the road.”

Pryme left the old house, and Merriwell and Tucker.

accompanied him. Brent, Gaspel, and the rest remained
behind to look after Dave and Steve.

“This must have been rather an exciting night for you
and your friend, Merriwell,” remarked the New Yorker,
as the three stumbled through the timber in the direction
of the road. “Not only exciting, but a bit dangerous.”

“We got into more trouble than we were looking for,
Mr. Pryme,” answered Frank.

“And after we got into it,” chuckled the yearling, “we
_ had to do our,best to get owt.”

“Naturally,” said Pryme dryly. “By the way,
Colonel Gunn know where you are?”

“He doesn’t know where I am,” acknowledged Frank
promptly. “I got out of barracks without permission. [ll
tell him about it in the morning, though.”

“Probably that will be best, for all concerned. Maybe
I can put in a good word for you. Also, there’s a little
matter of a thousand dollars to be divided between you
two. I’ll send it on after I reach New York.”

“The reward was for the capture of Malim Bey and the
recovery of the ruby, wasn’t it?” asked Frank.

“T was all at sea regarding that Turk. You seem to
have been the only friend he had, and to have exercised
better judgment than any of the rest/of us. It was worth
a thousand to be set right in this matter, and you lads
will get the money.”

.By that time they had reached the fence. When they
had climbed over it, Pryme started for the automobile that
stood in the road, its searchlights boring deep into the

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gloom. The New Yorker halted, and turned to shake
hands with Merriwell and Tucker.

“You had better hurry back to the academy,” said Pryme,
“and not make this night’s escapade any worse than it is.
You have done an excellent piece of work, but you began
it wrong. However,” and the rich man chuckled, “boys

will be boys, and I used to be one of you myself. Good-
by.”
Pryme went on to the car and climbed into it. Merri-

well and Tucker started along the road in the direction
of the academy.

“Merry,” said Tucker, “I guess I haven’t got the right
of this night’s affair. Were you really going to that old
house to meet Malim Bey?”

Frank laughed.

“T\.really was, Tuck,” said he, “and that’s the funny
part of this night’s performance. Stubbs brought your
challenge and named the very place and hour that I was
to meet the Turk.” ;

“Then you had seen Malim Bey and arranged things
beforehand?”

“Ves,” and Frank explained his dealings with the Turk.

“I don’t suppose,” said Tucker slowly, “that you’d have
accepted that fool challenge of mine, if it hadn’t been for
your agreement to meet Malim Bey at the old house.”

“No,” answered Merriwell promptly, “I wouldn't. I
didn’t think we had anything to fight about.”

“T don’t think we had, either. We had our jujutsu just
the same, though, and we stood up shoulder to shoulder
against a couple of hoodlums. It was warm while it
lasted—but it was fine! The way you went into the air
and kicked out with your feet, upsetting Steve, is some-
thing I’ll remember for a long time.”

“And the way you went for Daye, in the door, is some-
thing I won’t forget very soon, either. If you had wanted
to, Tucker, you could have taken to your heels and left
me to get out of the scrape the best way I could.”

“You don’t think for a minute that I’m built that way,
do you?”

“Tf I ever did, Tucker,” said Frank warmly, “you can
bet I don’t think so now. I have come to know you
pretty well, in a very short time. I'll make it known
around the school to-morrow just what sort of a chap you
are—and how handy you are at the jujutsu game.”

“That's mighty white of -you, Merriwell,” returned
Tucker, with feeling. “You'll overlook what happened
in the gym and—and we'll be friends from now on?” ,

“There’s nothing to overlook, Tucker,” said Frank, “and
you can bet we'll be friends.”

Their hands met in a cordial clasp, and then they went
on toward the academy. That had been a great night
for the plebe and the yearling!

THE END.

“Frank Merriwell, Junior’s, Christmas Vacation; or,
Standing by His Chum,” is the title of the story that you
will find in the next issue of this weekly, No. 73, ent
December 20th. Owen Clancy is sent by his father to in-
vestigate the actions of a man with whom the elder Clancy
is in ‘partnership in a mining venture. Frank: Merriwell
goes along with his chum. They find that Clancy’s father
is being swindled and robbed right and left. How they

bring the swindler to terms makes an exciting story, and
one that is full of action and adventure.

  
 
  
 

 

 
 
 
 
   
   
   
   
  
  
    
  
   
    
  
 
   
  
  
    
 
   
    
  
 
 
    
   
  
   
   
    
   
   
  
    
  
    
   
   
  
  
  
  
 
   
   
   
    
 
  
  
  
    
   

 

      

By Ensign Lee Tempest, U. S. N.

SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS.

While the American battleship fleet is anchored off
Trinidad one moonlight night, Dave Manning and Roddy
Seabright, midshipmen of the Virginia, detect a mysterious
signaling from a near-by island. It is answered by a flash
of white light on the quarter-deck of the Virginia, Dave
knows there has been no order to signal the shore, and he
investigates. He sees that the signaling from the quarter-
deck is done by Pablo, a Filipino mess attendant.

The middies guess that Pablo is a spy, and they are
sure of it when they see him throw a small, dark object
into the sea. Quickly Dave discards some of his clothes

and springs overboard after it, resolved to learn what plot °

is afoot. After a thrilling adventure with four of the con-
spirators, who attack him in a boat, he secures the dark
object, which proves to be a bottle. It contains a roll of
paper bearing a message in Japanese, addressed to the
conspirators ashore. dice g

To the amazement of the captain of the Virginia, Dave
Manning is able to translate the writing, having gained a
knowledge of the language from a young Jap who was a
student with him at the Annapolis Naval Academy. From
this paper it is learned that a plot is being hatched to re-
veal the secret signal code of the American navy. The
bottle is broken, and a wad of paper is disclosed. One
glance suffices to Show that it is a copy of the secret code.

Pablo learns that Manning has brought the telltale paper
back to the ship, and deserts. Captain Salter and Rear
Admiral Evanson decide to inform the Washington authori-
ties of what has been ascertained through Manning’s plucky
service, and to this end Dave is ordered to make for the
fleet commander’s use a typewritten translation of the
scheming message. ;

The chips weak anchor, start for Port of Spain, and
run. into a storm. While Dave is passing through a
dark gangway with the little roll of paper bearing the
plotters’ writing he is set upon by some one and a muffling
cloth is thrown oyer his head. A strange, sickening odor
robs him partly of consciousness; he is carried up to the
wave-washed main deck. “This is the vengeance of Nip-
pon,” his assailant announces, and hurls the middy into the
stormy Atlantic.

Two jackies, drawn by his cry for help, appear, and
see Ah Sow, the ship’s Chinese cook, leaning against the
rail and making a great show of seasickness. Crumpled
in his hand is Pablo’s message, which Dave had at the
moment he was seized. 5 ‘

After a fierce battle with the waves, Mammng is at
the point of giving up when he is dragged into a boat and
put aboard a sloop. This turns out to be a gun runner
which is supplying munitions of war to revolutionists in
Nicaragua. The crew is composed of blacks, the master
of the craft is a half-breed Brazilian called Don Pedro;
but his mate, an American named Harris, befriends the
young middy, and gets him out of the dangerous company
to which fate consigned him by putting him ashore in
Argentine just as a revenue cutter heaves in sight to chase
the gun runner. Harris gives Dave a bag contaiming a
chart of the country and money, and, leaving him on the
beach, bids him good-by, and goes back to the’ sloop.

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CHAPTER X. /
AN OLD FOE REAPPEARS.

“La Posado Caballeria”” (The Warhorse Inn.)

As Dave sighted the sign swinging before the door of a
low adobe structure some yards down the street, he turned
his steps in that direction. After his five-mile walk from
the sea coast, an inn was a welcome sight.

“An inn at last! "he exclaimed. “And the only one, I
believe, in this one-horse town. Well, I hope they'll treat
me good and not give me too much Spanish in my food,”

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yond Dave to explain,

He pushed open the inn door, and found himself on the
threshold of a large public room. A fire was blazing in
its center. The innkeeper, a burly native of Argentine,
ushered Dave to a seat near the fire.

“Breakfast,” ordered the middy. Then he flung a ques-

tion at the innkeeper as he turned to leave. “Posadero,.

where is‘the nearest railroad 2”
“Miles up the coast, sefior.. At Los Gatos.”
“And does it run direct to Rio?”
“Rio in Brazil? Not so, sefior.

“ There is a change at
Buenos Aires,”

“But when does the train leave—what’s that town?”

“Los Gatos, sefior? Oh, at four o'clock.”

Then he hurried to the kitchen.

“Good, or as they say down here, bueno,” remarked

Dave to himself. “At this rate I can easily make my
ship before it leaves Rio, I have three days to go om.
Vil horseback to Los Gatos this p. m., narrow gauge it to
Buenos Aires, ferry the Plata, railroad through | Brazil,
and make port at Rio before the fleet pulls up its mud-
hooks to depart.”
The middy stretched his hands over the fire. The morn-
ing was chill after the pampero of the night before. He
noted the broad back of a sombreroed man right oppo-
site. Save for himself, this man was the only occupant
of the room. Then Daye lost himself in thought and was
aware of nothing about him.

“Me for the little old ship Virginia and the jolly good
fellows aboard her,” he thought. “There’s a bully cruise
on and I must not miss it.’ He smiled into the fire. “It
will do these deadlights a world of good to see those
cracking beauties o’ ships once more, and. those young
scamps, Roddy Seabright and Cub Lawrence, and the
Old Man. They suppose I am with the mermaids, or float-
ing stiff and stark on the surface; that in any case T am
fit food for fishes,

“But won’t I surprise them, though! ‘Why, their eyes
will pop from their heads, I’ll wager. And I'll surprise
some one else, too, I’m a-thinking, and it won’t be an
agreeable surprise.”

Dave whispered: “Oyo!” That is, he thought he whis-
pered. It must have been louder. For the next moment
he was gazing into the muzzle of a revolyer!

The man opposite was covering him with the weapon
and staring into his face. He was talking English,

“Yes, Oyo,” he said slowly, softly. “Oyo, or Pablo, as
you please, Dave Manning.”

“And Ah Sow, too,” flashed on Dave. But he never
said a word. He could not.” Too startled, astounded, to

move, he sat staring down that dark barrel at the black,
almond, Oriental eyes of the man above it.

The man was Qyo, or Pablo, the Japanese spy. Of
that Dave had no doubt. He was 1 in fhe Tiaicoh
Argentine costume. And in this South American, as he
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—far more than enough—that he was here. For Dave was
now in a desperate fix. He was in the Jap
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Dave nodded. He saw the Jap’s meaning clearly.

“There’s nothing to do but obey him,” he thought. “He
holds the whip hand with that revolver pointed at me.”

“Get up, then,” commanded Oyo. “Face about.”

And wisely, Dave did both without a murmur.

“Now walk to that door. I would talk to you, Manning,
without being overheard.”

Dave’s hand was on the knob of the door, when he
heard the posadero approaching. He stopped in his tracks.

“Up with you!” growled the Jap. He menaced him with
the pistol. “Up, or I’ll shoot!”

Dave started up the flight of stairs leading to the second
floor; just as the innkeeper entered the public room.

“What?” cried the posadero. “The young sefior, has he
Vamosed ?”

Oyo stuck his head out of the doorway. The revolver
he continued to point at Dave.

“The young sefior has decided to go to my room for
a chat with me, posadero,” he said. “He is an old, friend
of mine, you see. And he has decided to forego his
breakfast just to talk over old times with me.” The Jap
laughed and started up the staircase after the middy. “I
have disposed of the innkeeper, Manning. He is the only
other person in the house. Now, we can have a pleasant
chat. And no one will interfere, not even if a revolver
should chance to go off.”

They reached the top of the staircase together. Then
the Jap pointed the way with his revolver into a small
room. There was a bed in, one corner, a table in the
center, a closet door in the right-hand wall, and one win-
dow, not glazed, but, as is usual in South American coun-
tries, screened with blinds. These were closed when the
two entered, but Oyo quickly flung them open.

The entire village could now be seen. The flat roofs,
steaming under the morning sun, stretched ahead like a
plain, broken only by the patios in the center of each and
the narrow streets between. As Dave looked at the
scene, Oyo put the table between them—a move of de-
fense. f

The middy smiled. “Well, Oyo, what next?” he asked.

“Only a little chat, amigo mio, before we part.”

‘Part? Oh, are we going to have some more of that
‘vengeance of Nippon’ stuff? I thought once would be
enough, Oyo.”

The Jap stepped back from the table.
you escaped when I threw you into the Atlantic.
know not, nor do I care ”

“Do you believe in ghosts, Oyo?”

“But I will not fail again. We two cannot live on
the same earth——” ;

“Do ghosts and mortal men——’

“You taunt, lad. Beware. Cease your opposition. You
have tried to oppose me, attempted to checkmate my
plans, thought you could beat me at my own game re

“And succeeded some, too.”

“T have beaten you only the more for it.”

Dave grew interested.

“Vour fleet has been sacked for secrets,” Oyo went on.
“I have worked without interference since I got rid of

My men with ease have collected scores of plans,
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documents, and codes for me
Dave was doubtful. “Why are you here, then, if all
worked so smoothly?” he queried.
“I was suspected-——”

“Of my disappearance?” |

The Jap nodded his bullet head in assent.

“But you were disguised as a Chinese cook,” persisted
Dave.

“I know. And that’s why I am at loss to understand

how they ever got on my trail,”

The spy paused.

“Well?” said the middy.

“They were about to seize me at Rio.”

“But you were warned,” ventured Daye.

“Just in time,” returned Oyo. ‘Now, however, the
Brazilian police are on my trail.”

“Oh!” from Dave. “So that’s why you are in this
little town, eh?”

“Yes, it is so sleepy and isolated.”

Dave smiled.

“Bueno, as they say down here, Oyo,” he said.
are improving.”

The Jap understood. “I don’t mind telling you, Man-
ning,” he replied, “Dead men, you know, tell no tales.”

The middy laughed at the threat, but in his heart he felt
that Oyo meant what he said.

The Jap was angered at what he deemed an affront.
“You think would not dare to kill you, I suppose.”

“Oh, no, Oyo,” gayly replied the lad. “I'll allow you
might murder a defenseless enemy.”

The Jap was beside himself at Dave’s taunts.
shook in his hand.

“Dog of a to-gin!” he cried.

Overcome with anger, he could go no further. But he
still had control of his muscles. And with his free hand,
he pulled an oil-paper-wrapped parcel from his coat.
Upon the cheek he smote Dave with this, and the middy
quivered all over and bit his lip with rage at the insuit.
But he could do no more. Oyo had the drop on him, for
his pistol was pointed at the American boy’s head.

Flourishing the parcel in the air, the spy shrieked:
“Dave Manning, do you know what these are? No, of
course, you don’t. You couldn’t even suppose, guess. They
are documents, papers, plans. They are the most vital
secrets of your country and navy!”

Dave forgot the insult he had suffered. He grasped the
table tightly. The Jap unwrapped the parcel with frenzied
haste. A number of papers were disclosed. He grabbed a
few. He waved them above his head. He shouted:

“These contain codes of your navy! Here is a plan
of the fire control of your ships! This the angle of your
masts! And these are diagrams of your new guns!”

Before this disclosure, Dave. stood transfixed, over-
whelmed.

“In this bundle I have all,” continued Oyo, in the same
wild strain. “Secrets of which you have never heard,
they are so important. I shall escape with them. I shall
put them into the hands of my ‘country. And she—she
will put them to good use!”

“Jap,” said Dave, “you will never escape with those
papers !”

“You

The pistol

The words were uttered clear and sharp and Oyo winced
under them, especially at the name, “Jap.””. The hand which
had been triumphantly waving the papers, fell to his side.
And the revolver thudded upon the table.

The American middy saw his opportunity. At that, quick
as a flash, he was over the table and struggling with the
Jap. But best of all, he caught Oyo in such a manner that
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Back and forth they struggled. The table was over-
turned, the papers were scattered upon the floor. Though
Oyo was a powerful man, he was being overmastered by
the young American. But suddenly, he worked his pistol
arm free. He fired and the ball whizzed by Dave's head.
The next moment, the middy felt the cold contact of steel
at his temple.

“Struggle and I shoot!” hissed the Jap.

What could Dave do? Risk sure death for a moment’s
brief struggle? Before he could realize it, Oyo had pressed
him into the closet and slammed the door in his face. He
tried the door, but found that the Jap was holding it se-
curely.

“Well,” he thought, “this is certainly getting off easy.
I thought sure, just a moment ago, that he would kill me.

He heard a step on the stairs. In a moment the inn-
keeper entered the room.

“Pronto, posadero!” shouted Oyo.
the door.”

“But the young sefior? What of him?”

Amid the jingle of the innkeeper’s keys, Dave heard Oyo
answer :

“He is in there.”

The posadero’s hands went into the air.

“Santa Maria!” he cried. “In there, in that closet ?”’

“Come,” said Oyo roughly. “Give me the key.”

In a moment, Dave heard the lock snap.

“Now,” said the Jap, taking his weight off the door,
“now, I will tell of the young sefior, as you call him. See
this paper, posadero? Read.”

Dave heard a rustle. Then followed a silence.

“What can it be?” he thought. :

He caught a gasp. “But, sefior, sefior, is he the one?
in an excited voice.

He has escaped from the Americano

“Quick, the key to

“Si, posadero.
navy.”

“Madre di Dios!
sefior ?”

And wanted by the Brazilian police,

“He is a dangerous man.” ;

Behind the closet door, even in his present situation,
Dave could not restrain from laughing quietly.

“This is a pretty pickle,” he thought. “Here Oyo is
making me out for himself.” And the middy laughed
again. “The paper is, most likely, a notice to arrest Oyo
on sight. And the innkeeper believes that I am Oyo. Well,
I can’t see how the real Oyo is keeping a straight face
now.”

But he was, and giving commands as well. ae

“Here, posadero,’ he was saying, “take this pistol and
guard this closet. If this criminal tries to escape, shoot
him through the door.”

“And you, sefior?”

“T will go for the police. Sabe?”

“Si, si, seior. But hurry back.” ;

Oyo gathered up the papers from the floor. Then he
came over to the closet where Dave was a prisoner.

“Good-by, Dave Manning,” he said, in English—a lan-

’ guage the innkeeper did not understand. “I am bound for
Japan. We will not meet again.” :

“We will, Oyo!” Dave cried vehemently. “Tl follow

you to your own country, if need be, for those papers!

“Beware of our spy system, then,” laughed Oyo. He

clattered down the stairs.

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A half hour passed. No sign of Oyo’s return. Dave
knew enough not to expect him, but the innkeeper, in his
ignorance, was growing restless. Dave told him repeatedly
that Oyo would not return. Also the middy drilled into:

_ him many other things, among them that he was not the

man wanted by the Brazilian police.

' Finally, the posadero got the correct lay of the land.
He released Dave at last, and, amid effusive excuses, laid
out a good breakfast for the hungry middy. ‘

CHAPTER XI.
THE GIANT GAUCHO.

Dave Manning had changed his plans. Since his talk
with Oyo, he had put aside all intention of rejoining his
ship at Rio de Janeiro. Every thought, every deed was
now bent upon overtaking the Jap and recovering those
important papers.

No matter where the chase might lead to, Dave was 6 q

determined to follow. And he found that Oyo, after leay-
ing him, had taken horse for San Luis Obispo, a small ,
town farther inland. This was little like the route the
middy had expectéd him to take.

“IT thought he would make hasty tracks for Buenos Aires
and there board a steamer for Japan or Europe,” said
Dave.

Oyo had taken just the opposite course. Beyond. San
Luis Obispo stretch the great plains of South America, the
pampas of Argentine. They are unfenced “seas of prairie”
where cattle and horses roam almost at will.

And it was into this region of boundless plains, crude
civilization, and lawless mer that Oyo, the Japanese spy,
was fleeing. Here he would be safe from the Argenting
police should they be put on his trail by their neighbors,
the Brazilians. He could make his way across these pani-
pas to the Andes, to the Pacific, and thence, probably, to
Japan.

And should Midshipman Dave Manning dare to fol-
low, Oyo had all the agencies of savage men and means
at his command with which to rid himself of the middy.
No government or laws were there to interfere.

With the Jap had gone, as guides, four skillful gauchos.
They had provisions and a half dozen swift horses. All
this Dave discovered upon arriving at San Luis Obispo.

“T hit this town just in time to see the dust’ being raised M

by the Jap’s party as they skipped out,” was the way
Dave phrased being an hour late.

He realized that Oyo was attempting the stupendous task ~

of crossing a continent on horseback. He had knowledge
of the wild means Oyo could resort to if he found him
following. Yet, for all that, he was as firm as ever in
his resolution.

“T said I’d get those documents. I will. Certainly, I
can do what Oyo does. If he can cross the continent on
horseback, why so can I. It’s going to be some fight,
I know. But then if I get started to-day, I ought to over-
take him before he’s halfway across.”

The middy pulled a small bag from his pocket. It was
the same Caleb Harris, the Yankee mate, had left with.

him on the beach. He shook it, and the jingle of money
sounded.

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CHAPTER XII.
A PUZZLER FOR MANNING.

All the afternoon Dave ransacked the little town for
Zauchos to gttide him across the pampas. He pleaded, ca-
joled, and even offered fabulous sums of money. Not
one, and there were many, would have the job.

The middy thought: “Every scoundrelly looking gaucho

' in town has been bribed by that Jap.”

It was a dejected young fellow, therefore, who took
@ seat late in the afternoon in the public room of the ofily
inn the town of San Luis could boast.

“All this time thrown to the winds,” he thought, with

_} his head on his hands, “when i might just as well be over-
§ taking the Jap.”

Of a sudden he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked

up, then gasped and leapéd to his feet. . For the newcomer

towered heads above him. Heé stood six feet and a half
at least in his boots, His face was of an eaglelike cast
and commanding.

“What ‘do you wart?” asked Dave, when he had re-
covered somewhat from his surprise.

The big fellow smifed slowly. “I want nothing,” he
replied, in the voice of a fiom. “It is you, sefior, who
wants something, You want a guide.”

Dave nodded eagerly. “Yes, I do. \Do you know of

one?”

“St. Myself.”

The middy drew back in surprise.

“But you are no gaucho,” he said.

“T am.”

Dave gazed at the fellow’s garb. It consisted of a
shooting jacket, corduroy trousers, riding boots, arid a som-
brero; It was certainly not the costume of the gatichos.

The man understood Dave’s gaze. “I am a gaticho,
senor,” he said, “though I do not dress like one.”

“T don’t blame you,’ thought the middy. “The glad
rags of the gauchos are the most ridiculous ever I saw.”

The big fellow went on: “Better than any man I
know the pampas, every foot of them. Aye, and the moun-
tains beyond.”

Dave started. “Why,” he thought, “does this fellow
refer to the Andes?” His suspicions were aroused. He

had an idea that would not be denied. So, as a-sort of test .
- question, he asked:

“What is your price to guide me
across the pampas, perhaps the Andes?”

The fellow hesitated. Closely he studied Dave's face.
“Ten pesos, senor,” he replied at last.

The middy laughed in his face. “That settles it!” he
said to himself. “Ten dollars, where every other gaucho

} would have asked three times that much! Oyo,” he went

on, “Oyo, you have left behind the wrong man. I can
see this game. Even a babe could.”
For Dave now believed that the big fellow ‘was a hench-

4 man of the Jap. He thought that Oyo had bribed all the

gauchos in town to refuse him their services, so that

4 when this giant appeared he would jump at the chance
of hiting him.

“Then,” reasoned the middy, “when I'd try to overtake
Oyo away out on the plains, this fellow would put me out

f of the way. It’s the old ruse of the spy within the enemy’s
| camp. But I’ll foil Oyo for all his cleverness.”
turned to the man.

And he
“No,” he said. “You won’t do.”

The other drew himself up. “What? You refuse to

 

T do:”

The giant stepped nearer. “Caramba, no!” he ¢wore.
“You must take me for your guide!”

“Oh, you threaten.”

“Well, sefior, I may as well tell you that I am the
only gaticho that will guide you.” With that, he rode
to the door. “Sefior, I shall be back before évening.
Till then adios.”

And he stepped out into the roadway.

CHAPTER XIII.
A BAD BARGAIN.

A troop of gatuchos dashed past the inn firing shot
after shot from their revolvers into the air. They drew
up before the doorway, and in a moment were tumbling
into the public room. They were ferocious looking to
a man. Ugly scars and other traces of their brutal lives
marked their faces. Though ‘their ages ranged from
twenty to fifty, all were bearded like patriarchs.

Their garb heightened their wild appearance, It was
savage, strange, ludicrous. It consisted of two gayly striped
blankets or ponchos—one suspended from the shoulders,
the other from the waist, and below the latter a pair of
white trousers, edged at the bottom with lace. On the
feet were blue or red slippers.

Dave, from his corner of the room, chuckled. None
of the gauchos heard. It was well for the middy, For
the wild cowboys-of the pampas are ready to do violence at
the slightest provocation. Their weapon is the knife, or

vas they call it, el cuchillo.

They made for the other end of the room and seated
themselves, some on the earthen floor and some on bullock
skulls, the usual seats on the pampas.

“They're at sea when without a horse beneath them,”
Dave remarked, as he saw their awkward gait.

Every one of theth was bow-legged, more or less, from
constant activity in the saddle.

A game of cards was begun. <A flask of fiery liquid was
produced. As the game proceeded shrill whoops of joy
arose; sometimes, cries of anger. And. the black bottle
passed, like a shuttlecock, to and fro about the group:

“That’s all the pleaswre life holds for them,’ Dave
thought to himself. “The rest of theit life is work, misery,
and want.” :

At that moment, the posadero entered.

“Mateo!” Dave called,

The fellow looked toward him. “No, no, sefior,” he
said. “Jago Nicholas is my name. But—~”

“A guide, Jago.”

“You asked me before, sefior.”

“And you failed,” returned the middy.

The innkeeper threw his hands into the air. - “Santa
Maria!” he cried. “What could I do? I asked them,
begged them, sefior. They will not go with——

“Why?” Dave interrupted.

Jago shrugged his shoulders.
“Who knows?”

“Well, Jago, try again,”
may be some newcomers who

“No use, sefior, it will be no use.”

However, and in spite of his discouraging words, the
posadero left the inn.

At the other end of the room, the game of cards was
drawing’ to a close. A group of gauchos, hearing the

“Quién sabe?” he said.

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they were cheering and cursing everything. ;

“All the work of those black bottles,” and the middy
counted a full score.

Suddenly all the din subsided. Amid the hush, the
players rose unsteadily to their feet. One of them drew
his cuciillo, and, swaying drunkenly, spoke:

“).anual Vaca, you cheated. Porvida, I saw you. And
Pll have your life for it!”

Out into the corral, or horse pen, through the rear
door, the crowd surged. For to that quarrel there could be
but one result. In the horse pen, a ring was formed,
and the ‘two disputants were placed, facing each other
and kneeling on their right knees, in the center. Their
free legs were bound together, while over their left arms
ponchos, or blankets; were thrown as shields. And each
clutched, in his right hand, a long, sharp cuchillo.

It was to be a cruel and bloody combat. A fight to
the death, probably. For the kneeling gauchos would not
stop fighting until one or both of them was hacked to
pieces.

It was a strange and savage scene. A trampled horse
pen and a ring of wild men waiting and eager to see
two of their fellows slash each other to death. It was
a scene which illustrated well the character of these men
of the plains. Barbarous men, all! Born on the pampas
thousands of miles from any civilization. Reared in a life
of savageness, of wretchedness. Their home a sod hut.
Their bed the ground. Bullock skulls their only seats, save
the saddle. And in the saddle they pass most of their
lives. Forever moving from place to place, from ranch
to estancia; herding one drove of cattle, then another.

A shout broke out from the corral. The duel was on!
The human ring surged back and forth. The gauchos
shouted and cursed. Now and then, amid the shouts,
could. be. heard the sound of. steel on steel. The middy
in disgust turned away. As he did so, he saw the posadero
returning. And behind him, a travel-stained man! Dave's
hopes soared. :

Meanwhile, the innkeeper had taken in the scene in the
corral, But strangely, he did. not become angry at the
idea of such a contest being held in his posada. He
looked at Dave and shrugged his shoulders, as much as
to say, “Humph! Qnly another duel.”

Anyhow he seemed to be in high spirits. oe

“Caballero, I have found it,” he cried, “A guide just
from the north and knows the pampas like a book.’

Dave smiled in happiness. “I’ll pay you well for this,
Jago,” he said. 2 oes, :

The posadero bowed, and immediately hurried to the
horse.pen. He appeared as anxious as any of the gauchos
to witness the duel.

The middy turned to the newcomer. “Your name,
amigo?” he asked, by way of getting acquainted.

“Gregorio Nuevo, sefior.” 3

“Well, Gregorio, I want to cross the pamipas. What is
your price to guide me?”

The fellow figured in his head a moment. “Thirty-two
pesos, sefior ?”

“What? No less?” questioned Dave. Finally, after no
end of talking, it was agreed that he should pay twenty
dollars for the man’s services. Dave intimated that he

wanted to make fast time.

“There are many short cuts, sefior,” . returned the gaucho.
“And I know them all.”

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This was agreeable to the middy. “When can you start?” ap
he began, but could go no further. A great uproar had
arisen in the corral, which drowned his voice. He looked # © 6no
over the heads, of the crowd. One duelist was exhausted. q be
His- antagonist was badly slashed about the body. The
middy sickened at the sight, and made haste to turn away. ys
But from the deafening shouts of the crowd it was evident §. Ste
that to them the spectacle was delightful. ye gq im:
Dave drew the gaucho to the farther end of the room, eet:
though even here he had to talk in a loud voice to be @ mi
heard. He repeated his question as to when the gaucho m. Cre
could start. : j d
“Manana,” quickly replied the man. ; q osef
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Something startling had occurred. Of a sudden the q the
clamor had ceased, as if on the moment all the shouters @ me
had been stricken dumb, ‘The only sounds heard now q it
were the echoes of Dave’s last words and one loud groan. g wh
The middy, in amazement, gazed toward the corral. He 4% for
had a view of the duelists, One, he saw, would never q toa
move again. The other was terribly wounded. The pallor 9 A
of death was on his face, yet he knelt erect and motion- | of
less asa statue. From the crowd of men about, not a | Do

movement, not a whisper came. All were gazing, as Dy ilike
though petrified, toward the road doorway of the inn.

Dave whipped about in this direction. He saw there a
man over six feet tall,

“Great Scott!” he muttered to himself. “It it isn’t the
fellow that offered to be my guide. I thought I had got * } I
rid of him.” i;

The giant towered above Dave. His voice rang through et
the silence:

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“I have come, sefior. You will hire me.” ; mor
The middy began: “Sorry, amigo, but I have al- |. @ fect
ready——” , ~- @ ove
At that moment, through the silence, trembled a voice. sat
“Dios help me, sefior !” it said. “I cannot go.” tow

And the gaucho whom Dave had hired plunged through a per
the doorway,

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The middy was beside himself. He saw a smile.on the 9% fur;
huge fellow’s face. He believed ‘the Strange happenings of \ § She
the past few moments were somehow connected with the @ int
appearance of this giant. 7 for
He sprang after the gaucho. The posadero met him at q adr
the doorway. And, a thought striking the young American, 4 inert
he grasped Jago by the arm; and pointed at the huge fel- § at }
low. « The latter stood with his back toward them, in the @ no!
center of the room. His head was on his chest, his arms 4 thre
folded, his eyes on the floor... His whole form seemed | RB.
drawn up and waiting; like that of a vulture watching its M
prey. 7 clay
“Who is he?” whispered the middy. ae ing
Jago trembled. “Santa Maria!” he gasped. | whic
That was all Dave got out of him. For he broke away > at tl
from the middy’s grasp and fled down the road into the B;
falling darkness. meai
Dave Manning reéntered that Public room like one in a rect
dream, or rather, a nightmare. But what could he think, ‘sf cam
when he looked toward the corral! For here, where there 4

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approaching, this fellow swung about.

“Sefior,” he said, “did I not speak truth? You can get
No gaucho to-guide you, save myself. I, and I alone, will
be your guide. Am I hired?”
| In desperation, Dave cried: “Si! You are!”

The fellow bowed. “Bueno!” he approved. “We will
start mafana at sunrise. All will be ready, and we will
make faster time than any other gaucho could.”

The middy said not a word, only watched the giant in
mingled wonder, and corsternation—watched him, as he
Crossed the room.

At the doorway, the Lee looked back.
Mafiana at sunrise.”

Then out into the roadway he stepped., The middy
caught a low, clear, and peculiar whistle, and, right after,
the sound of horses’ hoofbeats. And then, the next mo-

“Remember,

“ment, up to the doorway dashed a great coal-black horse.

It stood quivering, with a touch of foam at the: mouth,
Be-
fore he touched the saddle, the horse was shooting up the
toad. Amid a cloud of dust, horse and rider disappeared.

And Dave Manning, U. S. N., was left in the worst frame
of mind it had ever been his misfortune to be tortured by.
Doubts and misgivings settled upon him black and blacker,
like the night that was settling over the pampas.

TO BE CONTINUED.

BARCLAY’S NERVOUS EYELID.
pots By MAX ADELER.

One Sunday recently, a man named Barclay, living in
Wilmington, was over in our town, and he went in the
morning to attend church. Mr. Barclay had a nervous af-
fection of his right eyelid, which causes it to droop down
over his eye, and to twitch with a convulsive motion. He
sat off in one of the side pews, with the indisposed eye

} toward old Mrs. Gummey, a widow lady of irascible tem-

per and demonstrative disposition. During the sermon,
while Barclay’s afflicted eye was twitching away in a most

furious manner, Mrs. Gummey happened to look at him. |

She instantly formed the opinion that that impudent man
in the side pew was making a demonstration with his eye

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admiration for her. As Mr. Barclay continued, her anger
increased, until at last, after frowning at him and glaring
at him through her spectacles, she could contain herself
no longer, and she clenched her fist and shook it at him.
threateningly.

Barclay apparently treated her menace with contempt.

Mrs. Gummey fairly boiled over with rage, and as Bar-
_ Clay kept on winking, she seized her umbrella, and, stand-
‘ing up in the pew, brandished\it toward’! him in a manner

-_ which indicated her intention to move on the enemy’s works

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Barclay couldn’t 1magine what that absurd old woman
meant, and as! her extraordinary conduct apparently di-
Tected the attention of the congregation to him, he be-
Came, more nervous than ever, and his dilapidated eye
began to run off fifty or sixty winks a minute.

Pretty soon the sermon closed, and during the final
‘Prayer persons in the vicinity saw Mrs. Gummey tighten
Up her bonnet strings, take off her gloves, and grasp her
ee rclla firmly in her hands. As soon as the religious

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As he heard the middy .

exercises ended, \Mrs. Gummey emerged from her pew
door in war’s magnificently stern array, and with a thirst
for vengeance filling her soul.

Barclay had just gotten out intd the aisle when she
reached him. Seizing him by the collar, she lifted her um-
brella and smote him vigorously therewith several times,
accompanying her actions with such remarks as these:

“T’ll teach you to wink at me, you poor, miserable waga-
bone! Interruptin’ the service by insultin’ a lone widder
woman like that! Ill kemmence to hammer you with this
umberell! Take that, and that, and that, you wile, inde-
cent willin, and after this you keep your eyes to yourself,
instead of winkin’ them at widders who’s tryin’ .to lissen
to sermons, an’ who don’t want no impudence from any
low truck settin’ in side pews, with bald heads and no
sense!”

Mts. Gummey laid on with vigor, until Barclay, recover-
ing from his astonishment, grasped her umbrella, and
handed her over to the sexton, who began to run her to-
ward the door. She fought every inch of the ground, and
once, when she succeeded in breaking loose, she started
back on the run for Barclay. But they got her out at last,
and as she was pushed through the door, she looked back,
and, giving the umbrella one final flourish, she shouted to
Barclay:

“You commence agin and wink at me, you disgustin’
wagabone, and I'll call the p’leece and put you where you
can’t give impudence to your betters, now mind me, you
wile libertine, you!”

Then she went, home; and Barclay, with his crippled eye
winking like fury, told the sexton that hereafter, when he
came to church, he would like to take a back seat.

 

WHAT A BOY DID.

Two hundred years ago, a horse trader happened to
bring to the village of Chaux-de-fonds, in the Jura Moun-
tains, of Switzerland, a silver watch. It was the first the
village had ever seen, and people flocked from far and
near to witness the wonderful machine mark time.

One day, to everybody’s astonishment, the watch, being
out of order, stopped. No one knew what to do. Not
even that usually cheap and plentiful article, advice, ‘was
to be obtained.. The loss was not simply that of: an indi-
vidual, but of the whole town and surrounding neighbor-

hood. Everybody talked of the misfortune.

At last, a smith’s apprentice, Jean Richard, a boy but
fourteen years of age, heard the story of the people’s mis-
fortune, and at once hutried off to see the wonderful in-
strument.

Though but a boy, he was a clever, clear-headed one,
and a few glances among the wheels and cogs of the
watch soon made the apprentice master of the situation.
The watch was put in order by him in a trice, and he
became the hero of the day among the rejoicing villagers.

But the boy.was not contented with simply mending a
broken watch. If he could repair a watch, he could make
a watch, young Richard thought, and at once set about
making the manufacturing of a real watch the business of
his life.

Without knowledge, experience, tools, hitchiinieny: pat-
terns, or even material; the earnest youth commenced, and
in less than two years, the hands of his first watch were
measuring time.

He had made machines, and tools, and patterns himself,

  
   
  
   
  
  
    
 
  
   
 
    
  
    
  
 
   
 
   
    
  
   
 
 
  
   
 
   
  
   
    
   
  
  
  
 
   
   
    
   
  
   

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and toil, aid was rewarded in a few years by seeing him-
self the successful. manager of a large and profitable 1n-
dustry.

He died in 1741, and left, as a legacy to his country, one
of her greatest resources for wealth. The industry has
progressed to such an extent that the time then spent by
Richard in making one watch is sufficient now to enable
the various concerns engaged in the business in his native
mountains to turn out more than three millions.

WEIGHING CATTLE WITHOUT SCALES.

There is such a means of ascertaining the weight of
cattle, and it is done in this way: Measure the girth close
behind the shoulder, and the length from the fore part of
the shoulder blade along the back to the bone at the tail
which is in a vertical line with the buttock, both in feet.
Multiply the square of the girth, expressed in feet, by five
times the length, and divide the product by twenty-one.
The quotient is the weight, nearly, of the four quarters,
in imperial stones of fourteen pounds avoirdupois. It is
to be observed, however, that in very fat cattle, the four
quarters will be about one-twentieth more, while those in
4 very lean state will be one-twentieth less than the weight
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A GORILLA HUNT.
That genuinely ferocious animal, the gorilla, is; perhaps,
a more frightful animal when encountered in the African
forests, than any other creature, because of his resem-
blance to the human species. He walks upon his hind feet,
like a man; his hideous face has a singular and sickening

‘likeness to the face of a man; his roaring portray
are like those of no other animal, and he strikes his breast,

when advancing on an adversary, very much as an ex-
cited madman might.

At any rate, all African hunters who have Sireneier

the gorilla admit that they were frightened as they had
never been by lions and tigers. Louts Jacolliot, a French
traveler, has recently described a gorilla hunt in the Congo
country. : ;
He oa himself in charge of the Pahouin chief, Mijenga,
who! knew the haunts of the gorilla, and set out eatly in
the day in quest of the animal, accompanied by an inter-
preter and a considerable retinue of blacks.

The party had moved on tranquilly for a long distance,
when one of the bushbeaters, twenty yards in advance, ut-
tered a cry exactly like that of a species of tree lizard. a
was the signal agreed upon—the sign that a gorilla ha
been discovered, :

After advancing noiselessly a few rods, the black chief
beckoned the Frenchman to look. With his heart beating
furiously, Jacolliot peered in the direction in which Mjenga
pointed. Across a narrow glade or opening in the woods,
and just above a sort of hut or nest of bushes, sat an
ehormous gorilla, his hideous nostrils snuffing the air.

The creature had evidently suspected the approach of
enemies, for he began to roar in a frightful way, He

~ stood erect upon his feet on the mass of brush, looked

steadily at the place from which the hunters were ap-
proaching, and emitted a series of sounds which seemed

to go’ from the top to the bottom of the vocal scale, and

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himself forward, but the interpreter held him back.

which were now go loud that they were almost like thun-

der, and now so low that they were a mere wail.

The animal presently became excited, and began to pound ~
his chest furiously. Mjenga called up his followers with
a parrot cry, which did not seem to deceive the gorilla,
for he roared more terribly than ever.

Jacolliot took aim to fire, but the chief beckoned to him
sharply not to do so. Mjenga whispered to the interpreter,
who whispered to the Frenchman in his turn:

“There’s a female in the hut with a young one, and the
gorilla is calling her!”

But no female appeared. The male’s fury increased; he
roared, pounded his chest, and snapped his teeth together,
till the hunter, in his terror, could hardly restrain him-
self from firing.

Another moment, and another hideous head was seen
to emerge from the bush. It was that of the female.

“Let him get her outinto a safe place,” said Mjenga,
“and then he’ll settle his account with us!
baby is so young that she is unwilling to come out with it.”

This proved to be the case. The gorilla kept on roar-
ing furiously, and soon his wife crept out and looked
round. She carried on her arm a baby gorilla, which |
could not have been more than a few days old. With a
glance in the direction of the hunters, she made a sort
of somersault among the trees, baby and all, and quickly —
disappeared.

The male ceased to roar, and was apparently about to
follow the female, when Mjenga gave a word of command.
The whole party leaped out into the open glade, in full
sight of the animal. 4

The beast stopped, faced his pursuers, raised himself to

his full height, roared again in a terribly threatening way, §

and began to advance toward the party, beating his chest —

with blows which reverberated through the woods, when

the sound of his voice did not rise above them.
“Wait till he passes that palm trunk,” said Mjenga, “and |

don’t miss, for your life, for he will be on us before you 9.

can wink your eye!”

The gorilla approached, passed the ‘palm trunk, which 7

was not twenty yards away, and the sound of the rifle rang
through the woods,

The gorilla was on the ground, writhing. Jacolliot threw

oa

“Look out,” said he. “If he should get hold of
with his paw now, he would tear you open.”

But the bullet had’ done its work.
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THE MOST USEFUL SCIENTIFIC INSTRUMENT. |

The microscope, undoubtedly, for though the telescope |
enormously increases our knowledge of stars and planets, |
the microscope has disclosed to us a much greater variety ©

of facts, many of which have a much more material bear- “|

ing updn the welfare of mankind.
dom, the microscope has,
light upon the structure
culiarities of extinct plants and animals.
living beings was comparatively barren till the microscop
was brought to bear upon their minute structure. It seems.
likely that the microscope will do more to relieve suffer-

ing and lengthen life than any other instrument of rex.
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_ world’s champions, declares that the
first for the top honors next year.

_ in the vicinity of Manchester, N
mals have been especially common this fall.
_ apiary on the fruit farm of E. H..Perry, and the man-
. ager of the farm had noticed for a few weeks that the
| bees in the hives were becoming less active.
found skunk tracks above the
watch was set on the colonies and in the moonlight a
skunk was seen to approach the boxes and scratch his
paws along the side.

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Live Sportng News.
of the Philadelphia Athletics,
Athletics will run

Manager Connie Mack,

An English girl has done what no Englishmen have
been able to do—she has won a championship contest from
an American. Miss Gladys Ravenscroft, of England, won
the woman’s national golf championship at the Wilming-
ton, Del., links by defeating Miss Marion Hollins, of
Westbrook.

Ralph Rose, holder of the world record for shot putting,
is dead. In 1909 he put a 16-pound shot 51 feet, and the
mark still stands. Rose, who was 28 years old, died at

| San Francisco, Cal., of typhoid fever.

The Athletic players have rechristened Schang, the
young catcher of the world champions, “Walloping Wal-
lie.”

“They can talk all they want to about Mathewson,
Plank, and Bender—all three of them pitchers—but take

‘it from me, Walter Johnson is so far ahead of them there

1S NO comparison,” declares Ty Cobb.

The Washington ball team’s little outfielder, Acosta, has
returned to Cuba, after a nine months’ absence. Although
One of the smallest men in the majors, he fields wonder-
fully well, and hits better than the average.

Find Skunks Killing Bees.
A most eccentric habit of the skunk has been discovered
. Y., where the little ani-
There is an

One day he

hives. At nightfall a

When the bees would crawl out
in defense they were at once devoured by the skunk. So
emboldened had the animals become in their raid on the

bees that two were shot in one night at the Perry farm

while in the act of enticing the bees outside.

Hen Digs up $50 in Gold Pieces.
-Henry Minks, of Big Laurel, Va., was walking ereach
a patch of corn near his barn when he noticed a shining
object on the fresh earth where a hen had been scratching

for her brood. The object turned out to be a $10 gold

Piece, and in looking for more Minks found an old stone
jar containing nearly $50 worth of gold pieces. The’ jar
had been broken. is

Find Fish Coveted With Fur.

Polar trout, the only fur-bearing fish known to natural
history, is the latest contribution of the arctic regions, ac-

_ cording to John Bunker, of Northwood Center, N. C., who

has reached Boston from a two months’ exploring trip in
Greenland. He brought photographs and actual specimens
of the strange fish, which he has called polar trout.

This peculiar denizen of the polar regions resembles a
- square-tail trout in shape and gameness, and reaches ten

‘the Atlantic again to judge at the Danbury,

to fifteen pounds in weight. The skin is covered with
a fine brownish fur, resembling the texture of moleskin.
This fur is slightly spotted with white, as is a young
seal in the spring. Bunker says this fact first led him to
call the curiosity a polar trout.

Bunker caught in all three specimens, two in. a river
and one in a small headwater pond, about two hundred
miles north of Baffin’s Bay.

Bad Whites in Alaska,

The Reverend Hudson Stuck, the Alaska missionary
who climbed Mount McKinley last summer, was presented
with a motor boat by the members of St. Thomas’ Church,
of New York, to whom he told the story of his mission
work. Since coming to New York as deputy from Alaska
to the general convention a boat that had been obtained
by Mr. Stuck, after many delays and at great expense, had
been lost, with all on board. It was to carry coal from
the mouth of the Yukon up through the Behring Straits
to Point Hope, where there is a mission station. It is
necessary to transport the coal there, as the region is
wholly devoid of timber.

The missionary told St. Thomas’ people that the great-
est difficulties of the missionaries in Alaska, and espe-
cially among the Indians of the Yukon Valley, were not
the cold weather, the loneliness, the ignorance of the
people, but the unprincipled white settlers who do all

‘sorts of mean things to, the Indians, from selling them

bad whisky to stealing from them outright. “It is pitiful
to be compelled to teach savage people not to despise the
whites,” observed the archdeacon.

The whole Yukon Valley, he said, is left to the An-
glican Church as a mission field. It is too large, and the
work was wholly beyond the ability of a few men to per-
form.

World’s Greatest Dog Expert.

‘George Raper, the international dog judge, who crossed
Conn., show
recently, is a special type of man. For more than thirty
years he has been judging and exhibiting dogs, week in
and week out. Excepting when he is abroad, he generally
manages to spend Sundays at his home at the Grange,
Gomersal, England. There he is-met with heaps of cor-
respondence, and, Raper being a good penman, he man-
ages somehow to get through with all his vast business
and engagements which have taken him dog judging even
so far as South Africa. In America he is well known
and respected from coast to coast, and his visits have
been flying ones at that.. He is undoubtedly the greatest
of the world’s dog experts.

In every country where they have bench shows in
Europe he has officidted time and time again, and he js
as much at home in the capitals of~ France, Germany,
Austria, Holland, Belgium, Russia, Norway, and Sweden
as he is in New York or London town. He is one of
the pluckiest purchasers of dogs alive, and if he thinks,
or, rather, knows, a dog will suit him, he will not stop at -
thousands of dollars at a public sale or private dicker.
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flammation of the lungs after they have been purchased by
Raper, but these large losses have never halted him in
his speculations.

George Raper was born in Gilling, Yorkshire, England,
in 1846, so he is 67 years of age. He has been associated
intimately with dogs from his earliest years. His father,
Tom Raper, was the slipper at the famous Waterloo Cup
coursing meeting for sixteen or seventeen years.

Neck Broken, Lived Over a Year.

Joseph Weeks, of Babylon, N. Y., who broke his neck
on July 7, 1912, when he dived into shallow water while
bathing, died recently. At the time he suffered his injury
he was rescued by his friend, Joseph Devell, who was

1 him. ;
Sp a a taken at once to the Southside Hospi-
tal, and he stayed there until his death. His mind was
clear until the end, but he never regained the use of his
limbs. He was always cheerful and hopeful, and visitors
to the hospital showed him many attentions. He was
wheeled around the village in a chair, and often attended
ball games in that way.

Too Late to Aid Inventor.

Succor came too late to Charles Tellier, the famous in-
ventor of cold storage, who is dead, in Paris.

Mr. Tellier, the proud wearer of the Legion of Honor,
whose industry enriched thousands in all countries, was
found recently in dire straits in a single room, and dying
of hunger and cold. A sum of $20,000 was publicly raised
for him a year ago, but he never got a cent. Representa-
tives of a large cold-storage firm came to his door to
present him with $200 just as Mr. Tellier was breathing
his last. i

The savant was aged 85, and died in terrible agony in
the presence only of an old concierge, but did not com-
plain.

Huge Potato Patch.

Three hundred and twenty acres of potatoes is the
record this year of a farm at Hancock, Wis. The longest
rows in this huge patch measured one mile ohne way and
half a mile the other. The farm, which is owned by the
O’Connor brothers, has for more than a quarter of a cen-
tury been in the lead in the production of potatoes, clover,
and rye. During that time the potato acreage has been
as high as 500 acres.

Pat Ryan Makes a World Record.

Pat Ryan, of the Irish-American Athletic Club, added
another world’s record to his already long list recently,
when he hurled the 12-pound hammer 213 feet 9% inches
at the annual fall weight-throwing series ot the Winged
Fist organization, at Celtic Park, New York. This great
throw displaces John Flanagan’s former record of 207
feet 734 inches, made October 24, 1910.

Tire during the competition Ryan got the lightest
hammer now thrown by athletic club amateurs beyond
Flanagan’s mark. His second heave eclipsed the latter
by four feet and one-half inch, when his throw was
measured 211 feet 814 inches, but it remained for his
final effort of his six tries to cast this into the shade.
His other remaining fair throw was 205 feet 5 inches,
while the other three were declared foul through his

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stepping over the circle. In one of these unmeasured
throws the measures stated that the hammer was fully ten
feet beyond his best measured effort.

That the books were in for a rearrangement of the
figures was shown by his first effort of 200 feet 3 inches.
After that he got a wonderful pull on the missile, but
it was agreed that he had not given enough attention to
adapting himself to the weight, which warranted his use
of but two turns, as against the three he uses when
handling the 16-pound weight. His fair throws showed

him taking up but ‘about five and a half feet of the
circle.

A New Hybtid Animal,

There is a brand-new hybrid animal at the govern-
ment’s experimental breeding farm, at Beltsville, Md. It
is a cross between a zebra and a Morgan mare, and is
known as zebroid. The new “horse” is a female, 14
months old and weighing nearly 600 pounds. It prob;
ably will weigh 800 at maturity.

Compared with the mule, the zebroid is good looking.
She is bay, with black-brown stripes, which are not plainly
visible at a distance. Her ears are not nearly as large
as a mule’s. George M. Rommell, chief of the division

of animal husbandry, who has\charge of the farm, be-) —

eves that the zebroid will take the place of the mule.
The world’s newest animal is keen, alert, and has ap-
parently none of the mule’s obstinate qualities. In many
respects the zebroid is a more capable worker than the

- mule

A Big City’s Pennies,

New York City uses more of the lowest American coin,
the copper cent, than any other city. In the metropolis
40,000,000 of these coins are exchanged daily, according
to an official of the New York subtreasury, He says the
fact is accounted for by the odd prices charged in the
big department stores.

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trains, street cars, and ferryboats, the fare on all of which

is five cents.

He’s an “Upside Down” Boy.

Russell Baker, 8 years old, of Huntington, W. Va., has
been attending school for two years, and makes all his
letters and figures upside down. He writés from left to
right and sings his low notes high and his high notes
low.
Doctor C. M. Hawes, accompanied by Doctor Lind-
sey Vinson, specialist in children’s diseases
with the child endeavoring to find exactly wh
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_ Jack Johnson Says He Won't be Back.

Jack Johnson has quit the United States for good. The :
negro pugilist has become a naturalized French citizen, —

tment, which has been hold-

and the United States gove

ing a claim on him on white-slavery charges, will probably
get $30,000, representing the amount of the bonds put up
for the prize fighter.

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he is earning $2,000 a week on the vaudeville stage, and

ed he declares: “Never again will I set foot on American

gs Soil.’ Johnson’s lawyer still hopes that he will come home,
_@ but the cases have been called and the bonds are about to

he —@ be forfeited.

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ut | White Woman is Made Daughter in Tribe.

to § To “Laughing Water,” the newly adopted daughter of
is€é § the Cree tribe of Indians, in the Peace River country,
en @ has been assigned 320 acres of the reservation on the
ed § Assiniboine River. This allotment is worth fully $10,000.
he Laughing Water is the wife of Charles E. George, of

a San Francisco, Cal. Her adoption into the Cree tribe is
@ the first recorded in the northwest. It is a reward for
} vursing the chief’s papooses while she was visiting with

n-  @ her husband at Athabasca Landing, Alberta.
Tt In addition to the land allotment a full Indian costume
is @ befitting her station of a full-fledged daughter of the chief-
re ‘ tain. was presented to Mrs. George.
D> ‘ ,

Eight-yeat Hunt Ends in Capture.
1g- § A man hunt of more than eight years ended with the
ily  atrest of Edward Norton, 28 years old, an alleged moon-
ge | shiner, of Westville, Ky., by O. G. Addleman, chief deputy
o @ United States marshal of the southern district of Illinois,
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mm. he farm near Athens, Ill. He was brought to the Jeffer-
le. @ son County jail, Louisville, Ky., where a charge of illicit

'P- | distilling was lodged against him.
DY: aa Norton is regarded as a dangerous man, The officer who
he 4 arrested him did so at the point of a revolver.

England to Train Tennis Playets as We Do.
British tennis authorities will probably adopt the Amer-

ri } ican style of undergoing a special ‘physical preparation
Ae 4 for all important competitions. The victory of the Amer-
. | ican younger school of players in the Davis Cup series
| : j and the All-England championship has brought the Eng-
ne ‘] lish followers of the game to a realization of the neces-

‘} sity of playing tennis along different lines. In past years,
ak 4 Ed the leading British tennis players have been between thirty
be Sa _ and forty years of age, but since America revolutionized
: 4 the game, it is acknowledged that the day of the veteran

3 is doomed, and that more attention must be devoted to
. 9 the younger element if Britain is to continue in the front
i | Yank of the tennis world. The strenuous method of the
American attack, the superb physical endurance and stam-

as | ina of McLoughlin, Williams, Johnson, Johnston, Griffin,
iis 9 Strachan, and other young Americans has taught the Brit-
to 7 _ishers a lesson they are apparently taking to heart, and a
es | new order of things is likely to follow on the other side.
- } In commenting on this phase of tennis, The Field says:
d- § “When we remember that A. W. Gore won the all-
irs § comers’ tennis singles at Wimbledon last year, at the age
1g, § Of forty-four, it would be rash to assert that the veteran
a> has fallen, never to rise again, but the victories of the

-} ‘younger school at the Drive Club tournament last week
m. | certainly indicate the strength of the new generation, and
4 prove that the old order of first-class precedence has ma-
: terially changed. Both Messrs. Dixon and Ritchie were
beaten in the/singles by Mr. F. G. Lowe, neither winning
a set, while, in alliance, Messrs. Dixon and Ritchie lost to
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sly | face, and his record at the Drive Club, where he had never

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and Tindell Green were not only an entirely new pair,
but neither had gained particular distinction in, nor had
cultivated the doubles game, whereas Messrs. Ritchie and
Dixon have both won the doubles championship at Wim-
bledon, and may rightly be regarded as two of the most
experienced campaigners in this country. How, then, is
their defeat, both in singles and doubles,.to be explained?
By no other reason, we think, than the fact that their op-
ponents, younger in years and lighter in weight, could
move more quickly about the court, and were able, by this
extra mobility, to undermine Messrs. Ritchie and Dixon’s
superior attacking powers. i

“In America, the theory that an over-forty player can
hold his own against a fully trained player between twenty
and thirty has now been abandoned. Indeed, among all
the selected lists of the ‘first ten,’ which appear in Amer-
ican lawn tennis, there is none which includes a player
over the age of thirty-five. The majority embrace men
who are under thirty—Messrs. McLoughlin, Williams, W.
M. Johnston, W. F. Johnson, N. W. Niles, Pell, Wash-
burn, and Strachan. In England, the age of a player's
prime must necessarily be greater. His apprenticeship
begins later, and extends over a longer period, partly be-
cause our public schools do not provide forcing frames
in which talent may ripen, and partly because a turf
court in our uncertain English climate is not the best
nursery. But if the age of champions here must be rela-
tively higher, it is doubtful whether if will ever again be
as high as forty.

“It would be unbecoming to prophesy oh such a matter;
we recall that the certain doom of the veteran was fore-
told when the Dohertys, fresh from Cambridge, delighted
an expectant world. But the Dohertys came into power
before the young men of America and the colonies had
revolutionized the game by their strenuous methods of
attack, sustained by perfect training. It is one thing to
play a long-driving match on orthodox English lines, quite
another to survive the tension of, and supply the stamina
for, a five-set struggle, in which the close-quarter volley
is a vital weapon, and constant tacking and countertacking
essential. As the modern type of lawn tennis develops,
we shall be very surprised if any man over forty finds
himself in the first flight.”

Lipton Expected to Tow New “Shamrock.”

In English yachting circles it is geherally believed Sir
Thomas Lipton will take advantage of the omission. in
the arrangement between the Royal Ulster Yacht Club and
the New York Yacht Club, governing ‘the race for the
America’s Cup, of the clause forbidding the towing of
the new Shamrock across the Atlantic.

Sir Thomas himself refuses to discuss the subject, hold-
ing “sufficient unto the day,” et cetera, but a close friend
of his told a newspaper correspondent it is practically
certain the sporting baronet will avail himself of the
opportunity to improve his chances of lifting the cup.

City Mourns Cripple.

High honors were paid recently to Jacob Bilz, the
crippled electrician, of Wheeling, W. Va., who gave up
his life in saving 5-year-old Robert Ritizel from being
ground to death by a Baltimore & Ohio Railroad train,

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staff, most of the municipal offices were closed during the
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the board of control, the city council, policemen, and
firemen, and representatives of all departments of the city
government walked on foot along with hundreds of school
children to St. Alphonsus’ Church, where a solemn requiem
mass was celebrated. At the same time the story of Bilz’s
heroic deed was being related to the children in every
public school of the city by their teachers.

Miss Woods’s Long “Hike.”

Little Miss Louista Wood, the 12-year-old daughter of
Major General Leonard Wood, chief of staff of the army,
is the idol of the army—or of that portion of it sta-
She won the adora-
tion of the fighting forces because of her riding, for she
accompanied her father and Colonel H. O. S. Heistand, of
the adjutant general’s department, throughout virtually
all their annual ninety-mile ride. Re

General Wood and Colonel Heistand, because of their
pressing duties, were unable to get away with the other
officers on the yearly “hike.” The regulations insist that
ninety miles must be covered in three days, and the two
officers decided to push their horses over that distance in
off hours.. ,

“Well, I’m going, too,” announced little Miss Wood.
Her father demurred, but she had her way. The final ride,

‘of forty-five miles through a blinding rain was occa-

‘twelve-thirty  o’clock.

sioned by reason of a mistake as to the road back to
Washington, but Miss Wood galloped in Jaughingly to
Fort Myer, her hair blowing in the night wind. She told
a dozen troopers who sprang to her horse’s bridle that
she had had a “bully time.”

Convict Visits Death Bed.

James C. O’Connor, formerly a wealthy financial opera-
tor, of Joliet, who was sentenced on October 2 to the
Joliet Penitentiary for grand larceny, was temporarily ae
leased recently by Governor Dunne on the application o
influential friends, who asked that O’Connor be allowed
to see his mother, ninety years old, who ae dying and
calling him. Governor Dunne telephoned Warden Allen
that O’Connor. could be released under special guard.

O’Connor was. rushed to his mother’s residence at
Mrs. O’Connor died at one, ten
minutes after she had said good-by to her son. She was
unaware that he was a convict. O’Connor returned to
the penitentiary at one-thirty.

“Death Germ” Blackmail.

That Chicago has a “death germ” blackmailer in the
person of a man of varied ruses was disclosed recently,
when there came into the hands of General James e
Stuart, chief post-office inspector, a second note of ex-
tortion, threatening calamity to a wealthy Chicago family
unless blackmail to the amount of $24,000 should be forth-
coming.

While differing in many respects from a remarkable let-
ter demanding $2,500 received by Mrs. Frederick M. Steele,
a Highland Park society and club woman, Federal opera-
tives declare its authorship to be the same. The names

-of the threatened persons who received the second letter —

are kept secret by the detectives for the government. |
The letter received by Mrs. Steele said that when she
opened the missive she would become at once the center of
attack of 2,000,000 deadly disease bacilli. The anonymous
sender, purporting to be a man of science, declared he pos-

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sessed the only known antidote for the disease generated
by the bacilli, and this could be procured only in return
for $2,500 to be left under the Grant Monument, in Lincoln
Park.

While the scheme by which the blackmailer sought to
frighten members of the second prominent Chicago fam-
ily into paying tribute has not been made public, it is un-
derstood to be cunning. The fact that the same person was
the author of both notes was established by comparison
of the typewriting, which was found to be identical.

“The perpetrator of this blackmail is a man,” said the

chief inspector, “and we are on his trail. I believe he
will be arrested shortly.

Too Patriotic, Ejected.

J. Frank Wahl, a former soldier, stood up when the z

band in a Washington theater played “The Star-spangled
Banner,” and was put out for creating disorder.
He has engaged a lawyer to sue for damages.

Belt of Wireless to Girdle World.

The world is to be belted with wireless, and the United
States is preparing to do its part in the Western Hemi-
sphere with several huge towers, capable of <communi-
cating across the Atlantic Ocean, and, through the use of
relay stations, from one side of the Pacific to the other.
It will let the rest of the world take care of the other
half of the sphere.

At the last International Wireless Congress, at which
were represented practically all the civilized nations, it
was agreed that it would be well for future generations
if arrangements were made now so that a wireless mes-
sage filed in any important city in the world or on board
any transoceanic vessel could be transmitted to its des-
tination, no matter how distant, comparatively instantane-
ously,

Accordingly, it was planned that Great Britain should
erect a gigantic wireless tower along the bank of the
Suez Canal and another at Calcutta, India; that Japan
should see to the building of a skyscraping mast at Yoko-

hama, and that another station be erected somewhere in~ )-
the Mediterranean, preferably on the high land near Mes- |
sina, Italy. The station already working from the top of 9 ~

the Eiffel Tower in Paris would form another of the
series of relay points, and the United States would be

left to complete the girdle of wireless points, from which |

hundreds of messages could be sent, and other hundreds’

ollected, every day—thus completely girdling the world
with a belt of wireless.

Plans are under way in the navy department for the §
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huge masts at Arlington, Va, overlooking the national
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Eiffel Tower in Paris, and the sending of messages across
the continent and from Washington to Panama is so com-
mon as to be considered unworthy of comment or report.

The latest achievement of the Arlington towers was
to receive a flash from the Samoan Islands, in the mid-
Pacific, but this was admitted to be an accident, and prob-

: ably will not happen again for a long time.

With the placing of towers at. Washington, so as to
cover the east coast and receive messages from the other
side of the Atlantic and the steamers crossing the ocean;

- One at Colon, to take care of wireless flashes which come

too far south to be handled by the Arlington station, and

_ Silently to guard the entrance to the Panama Canal; in

the center of the country, to relay messages from both
' Coasts; at San Francisco, Hawaii, and Manila, the gov-
ernment considers that it will have done its full duty in
helping to make it possible to file a message at any point
‘in the world and have it reach its destination in the short-
st possible time.
But the commercial end of the proposition is not the
one which appeals with the greatest force to the United

_ States government. The wireless towers are erected pri-

marily for use in time of war, and the tremendous ad-

_ vantage which it will be to this nation to have six high-

_ Power stations, well located and capable of flashing legible
“Messages two thousand miles, easily can be appreciated.
By means of the Arlington station, the Atlantic fleet is
Never out of communication with Washington, unless the
Ships take an extended ¢ruise abroad. The Colon sta-
tion enables Washington to talk to warships in Central

_ American waters with greatest ease, the messages being
transmitted through the great masts at the western en-

trance to the canal, while the San Francisco, Honolulu,

i and Manila stations will guarantee the immediate trans-

mission of all orders to American ships, no matter in

what portion of the Pacific they may happen to be.

Another great, and practically unrecognized, value of
the inland station to be built and maintained by the war
_ department will lie in the ease of communication in time
of floods or other interior disasters. The primary pur-
pose of the erection of a large wireless station at St.
Louis or Chicago would be the relaying of messages from
But it is planned, also,. to

as the “flood area” along the Ohio and Mississippi rivers.
It will be remembered that during the floods which
_ devastated Dayton, Columbus, and Hamilton last March,

this section of the country practically was cut off from

communication with the outside world for several days,
the telegraph service having been demoralized.
- The erection of wireless towers in these sections would

Y Temedy this and would enable ‘the rest of the country to

give protection and efficient aid, instead of waiting for

days at a time before knowing just what kind of help

1s needed.

' Five Fined for Hazing.

Earling Ayers, a freshman at Alfred University, was
Seized recently by about twenty college students in Burdick

ae Hall, one of the college dormitories. He was stripped of
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all his clothing. Then his body was painted with iodine,
copiously sprinkled with cayenne pepper.
The father of Ayers, a prominent doctor, at Alfred,

doesn’t believe in hazing. He went before Justice Kellar,

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and swore out warrants for five of the students. They
were arrested just before chapel and there was con-
siderable turmoil, The prisoners—Ralph Austin, a senior,
and also an instructor in the State College of Agricul-
ture; James Pitts, Mintford Praff, and Percy Burdick,
juniors, and James Austin, a sophomore—were found
guilty of assault. Justice Kellar gave them their choice
between paying fines of $3 each or going to the county
jail for thirty days. The students paid.

Slit Skirts Healthy,

Without attempting to pass upon questions of taste or
modesty, the United States public health service has put
its stamp of approval upon slit skirts and diaphanous
gowns from the health standpoint.

Assistant Surgeon General Rucker announced that
“women wear too many clothes, anyway,” and that the
woman who dresses in wp-to-date style is less liable
to catch cold these chilly days than one who loads down
her body with heavy clothing.

Driven Back from Desolate Labrador.

A. Brice: Simmonds, of Philadelphia, Pa., explorer, has
returned home after penetrating to the center of the vast
uncharted region of Labrador. It was Simmonds’ fif-
teenth trip in the Canadian wilds, and the worst he has
ever experienced. Privations and hardships compelled
him to abandon the expedition.

Shortly ‘after the trip was begun, Simmonds lost one
Pushing on-
ward, he reached a point more than halfway to the goal he
had set before he turned southward to civilization.

Starting from Philadelphia in July, he met his guides
and one trapper in Candda. The party was composed of
four .men-—-Simmonds, Angus Sinkler, a trapper, and Joe
and Bishong, two: Ojibway guides. In the latter part of
July the party set out from Fort Rupert House, a Hudson
Bay post, on the southern end of James Bay. It was
hoped to make-Rigalet, on the Atlantic seaboard.

Plunging into the forest, the party headed northeast,
and after three weeks, reached the Rocky River. . It was
at this stage that misfortune first visited the little group.
While shooting one of the rapids on the rivet, the ¢anoe
in which Sinkler and. Bishong were riding was smashed
on the rocks. Bishong, the guide, struck his head in fall-
ing from the. wrecked canoe and was killed. Sinklet’s
leg was broken. All the instruments in the- canoe were
lost. }

The party halted for. five days to obtain the body of
the dead guide. During the interim, Simmonds. set the
trapper’s leg and made. another canoe out of bark. After
the body had been recovered, Simmonds packed the body
for over sixty miles, taking it to the Indian reserve set-
tlement. of Shief, a little village with seventeen inhabi-
tants, where he buried it,

The party continued onward to the upper Frazer. This
section is a huge glacier of ice and rock. The trail which
they were blazing took them through almost impenetrable
woods and then across regions of barren rocks, On the
upper Frazer another calamity overtook them. While out
after a caribou one morning, a bear btoke into the tent,
tearing parts of it to ribbons and spoiling great quantities
of food,

One of the interesting sights seen by the party was a
blaze found on a rock. It was made by Heskith Pritchard,

    
  

 
  

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the English novelist and explorer. It seemed to bear the
date 1904, although the figures were badly blurred. The
blaze read: “Only a wilderness and weary waste ahead.
Plenty of game. Great hardships.” And Simmonds, with
a rock, scratched beneath it: “You are right,” .and signed
his name.

When the party had reached a point two hundred miles
above Quebec, they were forced to turn back toward civi-
lization. Simmonds and Sinkler, the latter with his leg
bound up in the splint, rode most of the distance tied to-
gether on a flat car on a narrow-gauge railway. With
nothing but their packs for pillows and with their knives
stuck in each side of the car to prevent the jarring of
the train from throwing them off, they reached the out-
posts of civilization in September.

This was the most unfortunate trip ever taken by the
explorer. The ruggedness of the ground may be esti-
mated from the fact that he started with two pairs of
shoe packs; that is, two pairs of heavy moosehide boots.
When he reached civilization, he was wearing two wolf-
skins wrapped about his feet. The shoes had been torn
to shreds. ;

The average temperature was 22 degrees at night, while
in the day it varied from that to 90 degrees. Snowstorms
were frequent, and the distance of portage was from 300
yards to nine miles. These portages were made with a
pack weighing about 180 pounds.

The region was a desolate, terrible wilderness, accord-
ing’ to the explorer. “Labrador,” he said, “Is absolutely
unexplored, and no one realizes what desolation is until
he has been through its wilds.”

Next year he will organize and head another expedi-
tion into Labrador. _

Find Another Radium Spring.
Professor J. H. Shrader, of Williams College, who dis-
covered a spring supposed to contain deposits of radium
on the south slope of Domelt Mountain, Mass., found
another spring of the same kind recently. be
While showing a reporter over the scene of his in-
vestigations, Professor Shrader came upon a warm spring
from which gas was escaping. The second spring is three-
quarters of a mile from the other, and is on Northwest
Hill, on the opposite side of the Hoosic River. oe
Professor Shrader’s discoveries have electrified that
section of the State, and conservative men are discussing
the practicability of driving shafts to mine the radium.

Leper Nurse to Spend Life at Colony.

Miss Marie Colliers was a nurse to lepers, and she her-
self escaped the disease and returned to “the world of the
living,” only to find that the superstition of leprosy is as
bad as its germ. ae

Miss Colliers has given up the idea of suicide and sen-
tenced herself to give the rest of her life—she is twenty-
five years old—to the lepers, “because lepers are not afraid
to be near me,” she says. She may go back to the Cau-

/casian lepers at Tracadie Colony, New Brunswick, or

she may minister to the Chinese victims near Canton. :
“I thought I might live with the clean,” said the girl,
“but the clean will not believe that I am clean. Live once
in a leper colony, and whether you get the disease or not,
there is no other place for yout to. live. ; The doctors all
know that I am clean, but—well, I’m going back.”
The girl disappeared from the home of the one woman

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in Chicago who had befriended het? She said she had
determined to die, but a friend in Milwaukee, Wis., told
her that her duty was to go back to the lepers.

Calls London a Cellar.

The widespread belief that London is a healthy place to
live in because of its soot-laden atmosphere has been ex-
ploded as a fallacy by experts attending the smoke-abate-
ment conference.

A smoke-laden city, said Sir William Richmond, is a
kind of modified black cellar. London’s smoke extends
over 160 miles in area, and its dense smoke poisons with
sulphuric acid people who are suffering from want of

oxygen. Sir William advocates a tax on smoke and al-

teration of the public health act, so that the emission of
“all smoke,” instead of merely “black smoke,” should be
a penal offense, beginning with a fine of $50 and doubling
with every subsequent conviction.

Abandons Roman Numerals,
Plain Arabic “1913” will be chiseled on public buildings
completed this year, instead of the MCMXIII. Secretary
of the Treasury McAdoo has issued an order that the

Roman numerals be dispensed with and the generally un- @

derstood Arabie be used.

He says the reason for the order lies in: the fact that
few people can read the Roman numerals readily, and the
general public are in ignorance of their significance over
the entrance of a building.

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Virginia Reel Comes Back.

The tango, turkey trot, and other modern dances must
give way to the old-fashioned Virginia reel in the assem-
blies of the sophomores of the State College of Agricul-
ture at Cornell University.

At the first social meeting of the year, members of this
class enthusiastically ‘took up the Virginia reel, and while
the regulation two-step and waltz and Daniel Jones were
also on the program, the old-fashioned square dance made
the biggest hit.

The tango and /all of its evolutions were barred.

Lost Case “by a Hair.”

That the interim between happiness and grief is a
hair’s breadth was proved recently in the men’s night court,
in New York, when Miss Uarcisca Casimira appeared
against Bernard Slobsdkin, a delicatessen man, in ‘East
Tenth Street. : (ere
She said she bought liverwurst from Slobsdkin and
found a hair in it. She took it back.

return her money. A battle followed. Magistrate Krotel
fined Slobsdkin $ro.

“Strong Man” Lifts Three, and Dies.

Stanley Graboski, of Yonkers, N. Y., with a local repu-

tation as a strong man, is dead, as a result of. demon-

strating his strength by lifting men in a saloon. Gra-

boski, who was an ironworker, held three men in turn at’
arms’ length, but collapsed when picking up the fourth.

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792—Dick Merriwell, Navigator.

79 3—Dick Merriwell’s Good Fellowship.

794—Dick Merriwell’s Fun.

795—Dick Merriwell’s Commencement.

796 Dick Merriwell at Montauk Point.

797—Dick Merriwell, Mediator.

798—Dieck Merriwell’s Decision.

799—Dick Merriwell on the Great Lakes.

800—Dick Merriwell Caught Napping.

801—Dick Merriwell in the Copper Coun-
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804—Dick Merriwell’s Reliance.

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807—Dick Merviwell’s Prodding.

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-Dick Merriwell at the Olympics.
848—Dick Merriwell in Stockholm.
849—Dick Merriwell in the
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