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ANNOUNC KM ENT Do not fail to get the next issue of Tip Top! Why?

Because you will find in it the first installment of a
brand-new serial, never before published, and fresh from the pen of that famous author, Edward S.
The story, which is written in the inimi#able style that has made Mr. Ellis celebrated, not
only in this country, but in foreign lands, is entitled “When Courage Wins; or, The Old Farm’s
Mr. Ellis has the happy gift of being able, not only to hold his readers enthralled,
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Frank Merriwell, Jr., and the Jolly Dogs;
Or, THE RIVALS OF FARDALE.

By BURT L.

CHAPTER I.
HOT SPRINGS.

“Why, the fellow cawn’t help showing that he is low
and edmmon,” said the Duke, with a shrug of disdain.
“See him coming along there now with Jelliby, who is
not only a country fool, but is as poor as a church mouse,
donchuknow, and has to work like a slave. Merriwell
hasn’t the least notion of caste, donchuknow! Weally!”

Anselm Basil, known as the “Duke,” because’ of his

lordly ways, voiced his wail to his bosom friend, Bronson.

Avery, a parasite who was always ready to echo his senti-
ments and copy his silly affectations,

“Now would be a good chawnce to do what you sug-
gested, donchuknow,”% said Avery. “They’re just taking
a walk down to the cross street, and will turn back there.
Mrs. Winfield’s kitchen stove has a hot fire, and no one
s.in the kitchen; the cook went down to the storé a
while ago.”

Chip Merriwell and Jake Jelliby walked briskly by,

ith only a nod from Chip. to the two fellows standing
ry the wall.

Jelliby was a husky yearling, who, having come to Far-
ale without money or financial backing, was trying to
iore his way through the famous school with his wits,
uided: by the labor.of his strong and clever hands. And
as work of any kind was looked on by the Duke and his

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close friends as degrading, Jeiliby received no recogni-
tion from them. .

Knowing this, and resenting it, the big and father
awkward yearling stared straight ahead, and’ without
seeming to be aware that the Duke stood by the wall.

That these yearlings, who should have been his friends,
scorned him because he worked, hurt Jelliby, though it
did not \deter him. There was no work too menial or too
lofty for him to attempt. He would clean up the rooms
for lazy students, run errands, ter'd furnaces, tutor, or
do anything that; énabled him to earn money to meet
‘his bills.

Being an ambitious dreamer, Jelliby was always concoct-
ing wonder schemes for money-making—plans to “ex-
tract sunshine from cucumbers.”

In addition, Jelliby’s ways and his face were homely;
but he was a ‘cheerful, hopeful, jolly sort of fellow for
all that.

He counted it an honor to be Chip Merriwell’s friend,
and it never entered his head that Chip might not date
for his friendship because of any difference in’ their Serle
finances, for Chip was not that kind, and Jelliby knew
it almost by instinct. ie

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As soon as Chip Merriwell and Jake Jelliby were ni iW
from sight by the walls. of Mrs. Winfield’s boarding

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the kitchen, where the Duke heated a watch in the stove

until it was. so hot he had to handle it with tongs.

In getting it out of the stove he dropped it to the
floor, where it burned a-hole in the linoleum before he
could pick it up.

This- hot watch they laid on the pavement, on the
side which they knew Chip would take as he returned;
and he was returning.

“Waal, naow, yeou're in luck,”
abruptly when they came up to the watch.
under yeour nose, on yeour side; which makes it yeourn.
Mebby the Duke dropped it; he was standin’ clus by
here a while ago.”

The suggestion made by Jelliby that the Duke had
dropped it kept Chip Merriwell from receiving severe
burns, as it made him wary. He knew that the Duke
was his enemy, and, while assuming a high haughtiness,
was willing to stoop to any trick.

_ $o Chip’s fingers touched the watch lightly; yet, even
_ then, the hot watch case blistered the skin. He drew his
hand back with a surprised jerk. j

“Hot!” he cried.

_ With the sole of his shoe he slid it across the pavement
into the snow, where it steamed and sizzled like a red-
hot stone.

Duke Basil and Bronson Avery came out of their con-
cealment by the side of the house. The Duke was try-
ing to hide his. disappointment, and puckered his face
- into a smile.

“Just a little joke of mine, you know ; Il fawncied
you wouldn’t touch it! But your, own words suggested
it; this weally wearisome talk you’ve been making lately,
you know! And, then, that lecture!”

Jelliby gave him a wide-eyed lgok, then turned his
“eyes on the sizzling watch. He meant to have it, and
believed he could claim it if he liked, for Chip didn’t
_ want it. It! wasn’t gold, he decided, or it wouldn’t have

been treated in that way; but perhaps he could sell it
for a dollar or two.

‘Chip Mérriwell gave the Duke a look éf contempt.

. “T don’t just’ see the connection,” he said; “so per-
haps yot’ll be good enough to explain. I don’t know
what you're talking about. But you admit that you put
that red-hot watch there, with the idea that I would pick
it up and get my fingers burned. I must say that you've
got a queer idea of fun and humor.”

_- “Hot springs!” said the Duke, and tried to laugh. “Just

awncy that the great and only Frank Merriwell, junior,
_ didn’t understand, that’ at once! Weally, it’s amazing!
Here is 4 young fellaw who is so shrewd and bright, who

such a wonder, that he can see through anything at a

wnee f Yet he doesn't see me connection, donchuknow !

eally!”

lip’s face flushed,’ and his eyes glittered. ‘Practical

iy pushed the steaming watch about in the snow
toe of his shoe, to cool it quickly.
new ‘now what the Duke meant. He had talked
deal, perhaps too much, about some adventures
r had been through recently in the Hot Springs
the Yellowstone. And Colonel Gunn, using
» on the subject from Frank Merriwell as a
livered a learned lecture to the entire student
nders: of a ellowprane Par k, illustrating 4 it

said Jelliby, stopping

+ imitation.

“Layin’ right.

For some days after that-lantern-slide lecture, Chip
had heard altogether too much about “hot springs,” “mud
baths,” “boiling geysers,” and the like, sometimes laugh-
ingly whispered as he passed, at other times shouted with
brazen ill will.

For an unfortunate state of affairs had sprung into
existence at Fardale, and Chip was in a measure re-
sponsible for it.

“Hot springs!” said the Duke caustically, and Bron-
son Avery tittered.

“She’s gittin’ cold naow,” said Jelliby, still poking the
watch about in the snow, and testing it with his fingers. —

“Basil, you've got about as much brains as a jellyfish,”
Chip snapped.

“Tust fawncy!” the Duke sneered.

“But I refuse to be ruffled by you.”

He was already ruffled. Yet it was a statement gratify-
ing to Basil and his friend, for they wanted to annoy
Chip, but they didn’t want to fight him.

“So long’s you admit thet this watch is yourn, I dea:
it b’longs to ye,” said Jelliby. “Haow much will ye take —
fer it? *Tain’t wuth much, sense it’s been het up - ‘this :
way.”
» “Ten cents, to you,
about your pile?”

“Done,” said Jelliby, digging up a dime. “I reckon shee
works is ruined—hot springs ain’t good fer a watch
but I s’pose you know it’s a gold-filled case; anyway, ’tis.”

“Oh, well, a few cents or a few dollars means, of course,
a lot to you,” the Duke remarked, with his grand air; “but —
not to me! The watch stopped, and I was about to throw —
it away... You’re welcome to it. Keep your ten cents,
I’m not a beggar, donchuknow.” Meta eer

A sudden new light flashed in Chip’s eyes.. : Is ce

“That's all you wanted to do, Cate eat my fingers?”

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sneered the Duke; “I suppose that’s s.

he queried sharply. Ps cd

“Aw! I wanted to suggest that we’ve heard enough
about Hot Springs.” ot

“You didn’t happen to know that I’m doitig some care- ;
ful pencil work, making the drawings and blue prints |
for our ice yacht? I don’t suppose you wanted to lame
my right hand so that I couldn’t do that work? There
are others who could do the work, though, if I. fell.
down—Clancy, for instance; but you might think it de-
pended on me. Were you a dig enough scoundrel to *
plan a thing like that?” j

“He called you a s¢c- -scoundrel,’ ” said Avery, tacking
away. — Bean

“He’s the big dog, because he has money, and you're
the little fice that follows at his heels,” said Chip scorn-
fully to Avery. “Of the two, Avery, you're: sure the
most contemptible.”

Bronson Avery backed farther away. 4)
Then Chip discovered that he was himself trembling,
that his face and head were fiery hot, and that he was
rapidly arriving at the state where his increasing anger
would reach the exploding point; he drew himself up
with a firm hand. em
“Oh, come on, Jelliby,” he said, with a choke i ine
voice; “the fools aren’t worth our attention.”
Jelliby dropped the cooling watch into his po

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WARRING FACTIONS.

The unfortunate state of affairs at Fardale was the

spirit of enmity and jealousy which had been engendered,
whose result was that the school was divided into war-
: ring factions.
oo. Chip Merriwell had returned’ to Fardale at the close of
the Christmas vacation, passed the required examinations,
and, by reason of this was given credit for work he had
4 not done in the school, but had done elsewhere, and so
ranked as a yearling, along with his old friends, Clancy,
Kess, and others.

That was the first count in the indictment aaaitek him,

charge that

he had received unfair promotion at the hands of the
~~ examiners and Colonel Gunn; a favoritism that would
not have been displayed, they said, if he had not been the

| _ son of the famous Fardale cadet, Frank Merriwell, and the
_ nephew of Dick Merriwell.
- Tf this had been true it would have been a serious
. 5 Bo thing, and would have proved Colonel Gunn both incompe-
i tent and corrupt.

But it was not true.

Chip had received the same treatment that any other
young fellow would have received under like circum-
stances, nothing more. By'industriously keeping up with
the Fardale student work, even though he was not at the
time in Fardale, he had been able to pass the required
_ examinations, and had simply taken the place to which that
entitled him.

But there was even a stronger feeling against him,
on another matter—this feeling being the more intense
_ because it concerned the athletic life of Fardale.
At the beginning of the Fardale school year, in Sep-
_ tember, a number of young fellows had come over to
_ Fardale from Brightwood Military Academy, led by Duke
Basil, all being under the influence of Basil’s money and
supposed superiority.
_ Not to-have known Duke Basil and been his friend
was something unthinkable to the members of this bunch
from Brightwood; for Basil had not only money to. burn,
and stood ready, on all occasions, to burfr it, but he was
a blue-blooded aristocrat, whose family stood so high in
the social and financial world that it was felt every one
ought to look up to him. Brightwood was losing some-
thing of its reputation, and Fardale was gaining, so it
- was becoming the thing to be a cadet at Fardale, and
Duke Basil and his friends had come over for that
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In doing so they had a very exaggerated idea of the
“splash? they would make, for they expected to be the
whole thing at Fardale.

Duke Basil and his friends came in as yearlings, being
given credit for their year of work at Brightwood.

To make a long story’short—the school soon developed
factions; one led, or engineered, by Duke Basil and some
« better young men whom he was able to draw round him;
the other consisting of a lot of young athletes and good
“fellows led by Owen Clancy.

Chip Merriwell very naturally, in returning to school,
had gone in witl Clancy.

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was Chip Merriwell they had to contend with, rather
than any one else. :

As soon as they discovered this, they began to foment
trouble for Chip, with the idea of making him as many
enemies as possible.

They circulated stories that Chip had been favored by
Colonel Gunn, and that Clancy was being bought off to
let Chip go to the head of the athletic crowd which had
been acknowledging Clancy’s leadership.

Jealotsy is one of the easiest things in the world to cul-
If it can be said that a fellow is receiving favors
because of his father’s. wealth or reputation, and the
students can be made to believe it, his influence is soon
killed in an American school.

For the American-boy loves fair play. When another
fellow defeats him he can accept it, but he is not’ willing
to accept defeat if he thinks the other fellow won through
favoritism. —

Chip Merriwell ‘would really have had less opposition,
really less of a hard fight, and fewer enemies, if he
had not been the son of one noted Fardale athlete and
the nephew of another.

   
  
  
  
  
   
  
   
    
  
   
  
  
  
 
  
  
  
  
    
     
   
   
 
   
 
  
  
     
 
  
  
  
  
  
  
 
   
  
  
    
  
 
     

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Hence, it can be seen how a number of the Far-
dale boys were affected, and jealously prejudiced, by that
untimely and foolish lecture delivered with lantern slides
by Colonel Gunn. Old Gunn meant well, and he liked
Chip, but the lecture was a woeful mistake, from Chip’s
standpoint.

And that was why that foolish cry of “Hot Springs”
had power to irritate Chip, and lent force to the silly
performance of Duke Basil and Bronson Avery.

Yet Chip was still wondering if it had been only silly,
or was a malicious drive at him.

Fardale was soon to race Fairport on the ice, in what
was fondly hoped would be the greatest ice-boat race ever
run on the lake. j

Reports were coming of the preparations that Fairport
was making for this’ event. Three or four ice yachts
had been built there, and were being tried out to see
which was the best and fastest, so that it could be sent
against the best that Fardale could produce, with a chance
of success.

Fardale had an old boat or two, and the first plan had
been to use the best of them. But as soon as word came
of what Pirport was doing, it was decided to build new
boats, test them on the ice of the lake, and use the winner
in the race against Fairport.

Fairport had her boats built and_ was already itintng ce
them up. 3

Chip Merriwell and Owen Clancy got together all the
students they could muster, and it was decided to build
a boat, and perhaps two; the idea being to get the whole
student body to caihbine in raising the funds. :

No really large amount of: money was needed, sae
the boat was to be built by the students themselves, in
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The Duke’s real reason was that he was not chosen to
head the thing and direct the work.

“This talk of passing the hat round, to pick up nickels
for a purpose like this, when the honor of Fardale’ is at
stake, makes me sick, donchuknow!” he declared, in his
lofty, withering way. “The money cam be raised easily
enough. I will duplicate any amount that is given by
any one else, I don’t care how much it is. No picayune,
count-your-pennies business, but real money, and enough
of it; and it’s money that talks, donchuknow! We'll
hire a yacht designer, and we'll hire the best workmen
that can be had, and we'll put a boat on the lake that will
be an honor to the great and glorious school of Fardale,
donchuknow! Fawncy doing anything else! It’s sick-
ening.”

When reminded that the rules under which the race
was to be run required that the boat must be designed

and built by the students, this did not mollify him, for |

his objection was to Chip Merriwell, and nothing else.
The next day he announced that he and his friends
would build a boat that would compete for the honor of

representing Fardale in the race against Fairport, and ,

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that it would be “some boat, donchuknow!
It was now being designed, it was said, and materials
were being selected and ordered. Chip believed that the
design had been purchased from a designer of yachts, a
thing against the rules, but he had no proof of it.
Anyway, with the aid of suggestions from many others,
among them Owen Clancy, who was almost in a class by
himself when it came to things mechanical, Chip was
drawing plans for the boat he and his friends were to

build.

Singular as it may seem, Chip quickly found that no
one had better ideas on the subject that Jake Jelliby.
“Waal, ye see,” Jelliby explained, as he munched at the
apple he seemed to be always eating, “up where I am when
at hum there’ ain’t much but lakes, and ice on ’em in the
winter, and we dew tear up things there with our ice bo’ts
. in winter! Skatin’ an’ ice bo’tin’ an’ fancy skatin’ with
little sails held on yer arms, an’ the like o’ thet, yeou

know; so I jes’ naterly collected a few idees; couldn't-

} help io

The few ideas he had collected were valuable—about
hi racing lines of a boat, the sails and tackle, the steering
i and all the other things that go to make a fast

i at Chip was making careful drawings of the plans—blue
_ prints, and already some of the simpler work had been
oie He and his friends were using the manual-

ve allaow thet Clancy c’u’d ’a’ finished them blue prints
fer ye, even ‘if this old ticker I got in my pocket had

an’ I cal’late pas what
Jelliby observed, as they
“T heard to-day thet the
He says yeou

ae on th’ lake ;
ited tew injure ye in,”
cross the campus. —
a-goin’ tew sail his own bo’t.

ice skipper, an he is; he thinks yeou’re a sort |
! the thing had been no snipe stat: some

‘Sot t western caowboy.”
Pp went ip to his room in the Adtadbor iy which he
ith’ Clancy; the fellow who had Sectipied the

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room with Clancy the first half of the year having shifted
to another room, to accommodaté the chums. B60.

Clancy was nursing an aching foot and ankle, when
Chip entered.

CHAPTER Lit:
CLANCY’S THREATS.

Villum Kess came softly into the room, after Chip; that *
is to say, he came in as softly as was possible for him,
tip-toeing, and closing the door quiet behind him. Kess
was a heavyweight, whose ordinary walk was enough to
shake the beams.

Kess’ face was bruised and variously ornamented’ with |
court plaster.

“Just look at Kess, eid then at my ankle,” tinielad®
Clancy. “Aren’t we a sweet pair? I don’t think!”
“Dot iss righdt! I ton’dt t’'ink notting, neidher.
you look by me. Ain’dt I a sveetness?” .

“What kind of a scrap have you fellows been in, any-—

Yoost

way?” Chip demanded. ; Nee c |

“Scrap!” cried Clancy. “We’ve been in a wreck. But.
there’s going to be something worse than a scrap follow - oo
it. oy B24

He twisted and rubbed at his ankle—he had his shoe _
and stocking off—and showered it with some vile- ee
mixture which he confidently thought. would Prevent it
from swelling.

“Come across with the news,” Chip invited.
to know the worst, even if you're fatally injured, Been yf
in a railroad weck?” ae

“Ve vos hidt by a sleddings—a rouble dunner, unt——”

“Oh, let me tell this tale of woe, Kess; you'll choke |
yourself to death with your twisted. words! But hate
right—it was a double runner; and it came down. the
hill like a bolt from the blue, just as Kes$ and I WEE:
meandering up the path. ;

“It was on us before we knew it, and struck us sn he:
ships. A runaway double sled like that, a big one, has
got some weight, when its going as that one was, like .
greased lightning. It caught me on this foot and ankle i
and piled me ten feet away in the snow. And Kess ‘was
knocked down.” a dams

“Idt shtepped on me,” said Kess; “on my fave: bead
steel runuers valked ofer, und you can see here der
resulting. ‘Tam vondhering dot I haf me any headt left. . :
Vhen I findt myselluf in der snow Iam ee on nf
face, und eadting it.” :

Clancy gurgled a laugh.

-“That’s right. Kess was out of his head for a minute,
and was chewing at the snow. I guess he ene it was
ice cream.” “ve

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“There was a boy at the top of the hill,” said Clasicy
“and he had loosed the double runner a: on us; ante,

lay in ‘the snow, I knew from the way he

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“I won't. try to guess,” said Chip; but with quick sus-
picion against the Duke.

“Duke Basil. -He gave the boy a dollar, to lay for
us at the top of the hill with that big double runner,
and smash us with it. And he told the boy that if he

did good work, he’d give him five dollars. Now, what
do you think of that?”

“T think it was just like the Duke.”

“Und vhen he meets me, he vill eadt snow, or I vill
-eadt him!”
, fs “ve got a better plan than that. I’m going to set
the dogs on him. Affairs here have reached the limit.
He’s got to be taken down a peg.”

“Do I get you?” said Chip.

Clancy glanced round, gave his foot another rub, and
' lowered his voice.
©The Jolly Dogs are preparing to go for him!” he

explained. -

Chip’s face changed.

“You'd better speak low,” he said. “If you start up
the Jolly Dogs here, and it comes out on you, it’s good-
by, dear old Fardale, for- Owen Clancy, and you know
it. Only once, since the Jolly Dogs were banned by

the faculty, have they dared to lift their heads, and that
time nearly a dozen students came within an ace of being
expelled. That secret society doesn’t go any more here.”

Clancy. laughed, then \frowned.

“Don’t holler it out so that Gunn will hear it, anyway.
ea I know what I’m talking about. The Jolly Dogs

are not only going to be revived, they have been revived;
; _ they held a meeting last night. We've been forced to it
sf in self-defense, Chip.” :

“You had better get out of it as quick as you can,” Chip
advised.

“And this is the way my dear and beloved friend Chip
Merriwell receives the glorious news?” said te pre-
tending to moan.
“Well, you’ know what Gunn has said! If the Jolly Dogs
are revived, and he can get proof of it, he said he would
expel every member, if it broke up the school.”
_ “Catching before hanging,” said Clancy recklessly.
_ He rubbed away again at his ankle.
") “Der whole sitivation iss yoost like dhis,’ Kess re-
marked: “Dot veller, vot dey call der Duke, iss going
to ruin our yacht pitzness. Dot iss vot he iss sedding oudt
oO. do. Clancy und me und every odder veller vot iss
_-vorking on der yacht, or iss going to sail mit idt, iss
going to be a wreck before der day uff der racing, und
as a resulting, der Duke’s yacht he iss to vin against
( Dot iss der size vot ve make uff idt. Uff I am
righdt, make me wrong.”
_* “That’s the dope,” said Clancy.
_ “Dhis morning, also und likevise, Bob Stanley iss by a

mere accidendt trip oop Billy Mac on der stairs, und

hot him to der bottom. AS a Kestatauientey, Billy Mac i iss

. Billy

F course, we dant prove it, but I know it was a
f his pee

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that within the past week or so Stanley has gone over to
the side of the Duke, and I think he is taking the Duke’s
money, though.I can’t prove that, either.”

“Und vun odder t’ing ve haf got to vatch oudt. Bully ©
Carson, who has been avay from town, iss back again.
Yesterday he vos seen sbeaking by der Duke. Uff a veller
has got money, he can ,buy Bully Carson to do anyt’ing
mit idt.”

“So you see, Chip!” said Clancy, looking up, after giv-
ing his ankle another rub.

“T see that we’re up against dirty work,” Chip admitted.

“The Duke is going to down us, if villainous methods
and the use of: money can do it.
dropping his voice again, “that is why we have revived
the Jolly Dogs. They’re now going to bite him.”

“You're going to let me in on this—on your plans?”

“Yes—and only for this purpose; it will sew you up!
If we tell you in confidence, you'll be in honor bound
not to breathe it to a soul.”

Chip stood up, laughing.

“T think I’d better be going,” he remarked.

“Sit down!” said Clancy. “I’ve already told you enough
to sew you up; I’ve told you that the Yolly Dogs have

been revived, that they have already held a meeting, and |

that they are preparing to bite the Duke. When they’re
through” with him, his pride will be some wilted, I prom-
ise you.”

“And when it’s all over, my old friend Clancy will be
expelled from Fardale.”

Clancy winked owlishly.

“As I said, catching comes before honeing! ig

Owen Clancy sat staring at Chip, with that look of
owlish wisdom, which yet had a sparkle of humor.

“You ought to be some handy ‘at a thing of that kind, —
Chip, yourself,” he confided. “I know you’ve got sand ©
a-plenty.” :

“He iss a reckular sandt bank,” puffed Kess.

“A lot of the fellows, pard, are sort of expecting you
to help us out in this thing—take the lead, as it were,”
said Clancy persuasively. “They’re really so many of us —
in the thing that old Gunn wouldn’t dare to expel us, even
if he finds it out; which, of. course, he won’t. I know
every fellow that’s in it, and there isn’t a leaky. aa
in the bunch. What say?”

Chip thought of “Hot Springs.” He had a memory. of

many other things, all pulling him to fall in with Clancy’ a. ae

plan.

“What are you going to do to him?” he asked. ae
“Der blan idt iss a skinch!” said Kess. “Idt cannodt
hellup but be a failure.”

“You mean a success,” Clancy corrected.
“Dot iss my meanness.”
“Well, now, I'll hear you wise guys.
derful plan?” Chip demanded.
“Some night—we haven’t decided on the night—we
capture the sentinel that the Duke keeps down at.
They’ve begun work on their yacht, :
night, and all night long, they keep a guard 1
they think we want-to break in and smash
plans. That shows what a high opinion they
us, and gives the measure of their minds,
- “We intend to capture and hold that gtiard.—

What is this won-

_ send a messenger, some one that we can trust, 1

to the mike bine he is wanted ve ‘edt

 

And,” Clancy added, |
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hands on him and put him through the third degree.
Simple enough.”

“And he won’t recognize any of you?”

“Sure not. We're going to be disguised so that our
own mothers wouldn’t know us. Oh, we'll muss *him. all
up, and when it’s over he’ll be quit Fardale;
he'll feel so cheap.”

“Disguising won’t keep you from being suspected. The
Duke knows who is against him here. Even if he doesn’t
see your faces, he will know who you are. And when
he lays charges against you, and you are hauled up be-
fore Colonel Gunn—there’s a chap named Clancy, and an-
other named Kess, whose honest faces are sure going to
give them away. Gunn will put you fellows through the
third degree.”

Clancy laughed and rubbed again at his ankle.

“After all, you’re a simple-minded guy, Chip!” he
commented.

“He iss as simpleton as I am,” vouched \Kess.
“I’m waiting to have my doubts brushed away,”
~ Chip. /

“Did you ever hear ofan alibi? That’s to be the trick!
Oid Gunn is so interested in this coming yacht race with
Fairport that he’s trying to keep up with the whirl of
events. I'll secure an appointment with him for a certain
hour in the evening.

“Lately, instead of going home early, he stays in his
study here, for he makes the claim that he is overwhelmed
with work; Pve known him to be here until long after
midnight.

“We'll ask for an appointment with him, say at nine
o'clock, to submit our plans and report on how the
work is progressing; we'll flatter him a little by suggest-
ing that we think his advice will be quite valuable. - That
will get him. .

“Before we do this, we'll juggle with his clock; so,
though it will be eight o’clock when we call of him, his
clock will show nine; and we'll manage in some way to
make him take a look at it and note the time. That
can be done by some one asking if his watch is right, and
‘comparing it with the tlock. Oh, there are ways!”

“Suppose,” said Chip, “Gunn consults his own watch?”

Clancy laughed again.

“He iss too simpleton to lif, ain’dt he?” said Kess,
-ehiicklidg over the picture of coming events he saw in his
mind’s eye.

—“Té old Gunn concludes to look at bie watch, he will
find that he has mislaid it,” Clancy explained blandly.

“You'll steal it out of his pocket?”

“Oh, sure not; he'll just mislay it. But it could be
done—it could be stolen; old Gunn is so absent-minded
that if you stepped up to him and pulled his watch out of
his pocket, and then told him that you had found it in
the road, he’d believe you, and thank you for returning
“it... Oh, nobody would steal Gunn’s watch; they wouldn’t
need to.”

Sure nodt!” said Kess, bracing back in his chair
ing out his fat legs.
Mget the idea?

ready to

said

When we capture our beloved enemy, the Duke,
m4 shim through the mill, we'll let him see, in some
xy his own watch, that it is nine o'clock.
1 hen he ‘suspects who had him, and goes to Gunn,
y epared our ali

Gunn will remember that when
“1 on him it was nine o’clock. But it will really .

Gunn will know that we were

nine o'clock; so he will know that we
» Duke’ with! our: at-

in his study at
couldn’t also have been troubling the
tentions at that time. See?’

~xes, 1 see.”

“Great brain, eh?” \Clancy tappéd his red head.

Chip laughed in amusement.

“Tf you’d put in on your studies here as much thought
as on things like that, the name of Owen Clancy would
be handed down the Fardale halls. of fame as:the greatest
student evér seen within these sacred walls, but, of course,
you won't. It isn’t in you.”

“What do you say, pard?”

“Give me time to think it over.”

“Whoob!” gurgled Kess. “Clancy, you haf got him!
Now idt iss a skinch. Uff Chip Merriwell iss a fool, I
am nodt.. No, I mean—vot do I mean?” —

“Your teanness is only equaled by Clancy’s,”
Chip.

“Dot iss idt. Ve haf der same meanness. Ve are der
Cholly Togs! Und vhen ve gedt trough mit der Duke,
he vill be hafing der hydro—— Vot iss idt?”

‘“‘Hydrophobia.”

“Dot iss idt. He vill be so madt he vill bite himselluf.”

“You've got to go in with us, old pard,” said Clancy, |
sticking to his text. “Why, if we don’t do something, ©
that other gang is fair going to run us off the campus
and off the lake. Look at Kess—look at me; and go over
and take a look at Billy Mac! You'll get it next.”

“He tried to trick me just a little while ago,” said Chip;
and told the Hot Springs story.

“That settles it.
declared.

“Oh, ve are der -Cholly Togs!
dot song, Clancy? I vant to be singing idt.”

“You'd sing it here, in this room? Well, I guess not. —
You might as well write a letter to old Gunn and give ©
him notice that the Jolly Dogs are living again.”

Clancy wiggled his ankle.

> \

said

“T think I’m keeping the swelling down,” he remarked, k
looking at it gravely. “And I was sure I was going to
be as lame as a crippled goat,”

CHAPTER IV.

TRAPPED.

Jake Jelliby had two strong outstanding. characteristics — .

~ac¢quisitiveness and curiosity. :
liby’s highest ambition; he had dreams of a coming time ~
when he would be a millionaire, and could then, point with —
pride to his humble beginnings. The number of schemes _
that Jelliby was forever hatching by which he could make

“money were astonishing, and he seemed even to dream

them out.
He cared little for the cadet part of Fardale; but the.
fact that Fardale was, also, an all-round good school,
was the thing that had drawn him to it. He thought he
could make more money, if he had a good education, than -
he could without it, and in this he was no doubt right.
In the modern business world the educated and trained
minds are the ones that command the best pay.
Jelliby’s at not only made him want to earn
everything that Fardale could teach, but made him like to
poke his nose in where it should not have, been thrust.
Though not saying as much about it as Clancy and som
of the others, _Jelliby was <a as mutch worked up 3

 

You’ve got to come in with us,” Clancy

Vare iss der vords uff es

To make money was Jel-
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ay ANY. one over the opposition that the Duke had developed,
and, knowing the Duke’s character, he was sure the fel-
low could not play fair.

 $o he proceeded to unfair tactics himself, in order to
learnif the Duke was playing fair, and, if he was not,
just what he was doing.

' This brought Jelliby, on the very evening in which

the story opens, down to the old boathouse, in the dark-
ness, and sent him slipping and creeping down there

through the snow with all the silence and slyness. of a

weasel.

The boathouse was lighted, and Jelliby knew that the

us  Dukt’s friends, if not the Duke, were hardt at work there
on their ice yacht.

Gaining the rear of the boathouse, Jelliby slipped along
until he found a tree which he could climb, and look in
at one of the boathouse windows, which, fortunately for
his. purpose, did not have blinds.

| This was a leafless tree, whose position he had pre-

viously marked, taking note of the fact that a position

in its branches would command the interior of the boat-
cE house.

“When Jelliby looked in, he saw the Duke, surrounded
by his cronies. They were poring over blue prints and
‘plans on the work table.
is The prints had come out of an envelope, and Jelliby
“was sure that they were from some yacht designer, and
not made by the boys themselves, as was the requirement.
“Jest as I thought,” he muttered, as he sat humped
in the branches, drawing himself into his big overcoat for

warmth, for the wind off the lake was somewhat cutting.

Jest as I thought! Them critters:ain’t got no more
- sense o’ honor than a pig knows abaout preachin’. They'll
dew jest anything to git ahead of us fellers. = Rareegt I
cud git my fingers on them plans.”

. When Jelliby pulled off one of his mittens: to blow on
his chilled fingers, that he might warm them with his

‘breath, he made the unpleasant discovery that the mit-

ten was covered with something sticky.

“He poked at the gummy substance, smelled it, then
-pawed round until he discovered that his other mitten,
-and his clothing was covered with the stuff.

_ “Jewhillikins!” he sputtered. “Ain’t thet jest abauot
the meanest trick ye ever heard tell of? They’ve coated
his old tree with the sticky-fly-paper dope thet the farmers

n on their apple trees tew keep off the caterpillars,

d they done it tew keep anybody frum climbin’ intew

e tree. It shows what kind of a craowd is in there.
Them fellers wouldn’t stop at nothin’. And this is my
“Ab su - It’s goin’ tew take all of two dollars tew git

Brasil eheaticd off, even ef the suit ain’t ruined. Who-
ver heard o’ such a rotten trick? When I shin daown

m goin’ to git more of the truck ontew me. Phew!
Wisht I’d stayed tew the ’cademy.”

lliby’s indignation was so intense’ that it was decataa
the thought of how much it would cost him to get
clothing cleaned threw him into such a sweat that he
- fed to feel the cold, until he began to comfort himself

See and he could tell by the way th Duke
his — and bobbed his head that he was ene

wire that ran into the boathouse from the branches, and
rang a bell there. ,

He did not know he had touched the ae but he heard
the bell tinkle, and he saw that the fellows in the boat-
house were thrown into a flutter of excitement.

“Wonder whut’s up naow?” he mused. “Mebby I’d bet-
ter hist myself out of this tree. Fer, if they come aout
an’ begin tew poke raound they might find 1 me up here.
And then——”

The thought started Jelliby into another sweat.

“And I ain’t gittin’ no news, either. Gotter git clusser
tew the haouse, to hear whut they’re sayin’. Wonder if
they ain’t a way o’ gittin’ under the ol’ bo’thaouse? They
got the water way locked, but I might find another
way.”

When he was about to slip down out of the tree, in
spite of his repugnance at the thought of having to slide
through that sticky stuff again, he was deterred by the
door of the boathouse opening, and two or, three of the
fellows bouncing out into the darkness.

He could not see them, for the door was on the side
away from him, but he heard them distinctly, and heard
the rattle of a chain.

Then he heard them prowling round the boathouse, as.
if they searched for some one.

In their prowling to and fro, they passed more than Ls;
once directly under the tree which held Jelliby, and he ;
grew hot and cold by turns, in apprehension. 2

“When they go away I’ll kite aout.o’ this. Wonder whit
it was rung that bell? There ain’t no telefoam in: there,
as I know. But mebby they have put one in as a ‘secrit.
Waal, that won’t help ’em, s’far’s I’m concerned. Fer I
didn’t tell'a soul thet I was comin’ daown here,” ss

Once Jelliby was sure that two of the fellows from. the.
boathouse were lingering under his tree, and, though. at.
the foot of the tree it was pitch dark, Jelliby’s fancy
pictured eyes glaring up at him, and he was oe
a command to come down.

“Naow I know how it mus’ feel tew be a squ’ ‘2, with ‘e
boy at the bottom of the tree tryin’ tew git a pot shot
at it. But I don’t think they kin see me, and they'll go
away soon. They ain’t goin’ to try tew climb up ne
fer they mus’ know abaout that fly-paper stuff.”

He felt safer at thought of the fly-paper stuff.

Soon the sounds of footsteps and of prowling ceased,
and he heard the door of the boathouse close.

“Gone back inside’ Naow’s my time! If I can git
under the ol’ bo’thouse without gittin’ ketched, Pit 4 We
it, but if I can’t, I'll hike fer the ’cademy.”

‘When he slid into the sticky stuff that coated the tr
Jelliby’s feelings were so harrowed, and his indignation

so aroused by anger against those who had thus coa
‘the tree, that he became furious, and lost his carefulness.

. He dropped when he was nearing the ground,

The next instant he howled with fright and pain

There was a click as he hit the ground, and such pain
shot through one of his ankles that he sROnaHE
broken, —

out his ie he baad a discovery Sst ;
He ae deonbed. “fe, a a sheet tra D,

 
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t yelling for help,”

or four fellows on top of him,

sneak of a Chip Merriwell,
thing to him!”

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“In a b-bear trap!” he gurgled.

He wanted to scream again, but suppressed it.

With almost nerveless fingers he began to fumble at the
trap—to discover his condition. He found that, fortu-
nately, the jaws of the trap had no teeth, and that they
had been cloth-wrapped. Nevertheless, his numbed ankle,
though it still pained sharply, now had a dead sensation,
due to the compression, and he believed it was broken.

Knowing that in another minute the fellows from the
boathouse would be out there, and would discover him—
he heard them coming round the boathouse—he> felt for
the log, which his familiarity with bear traps taught him
to expect he would find at the end of the chain.

It was a small log of wood, as he had supposed, but
smaller than the log that is generally attached to a trap
set for bear, where a heavy log is used—a log that drags
through the bushes, and soon becomes caught, and stops
the bear’s. progress in its wild attempt to escape.

With a groan Jelliby caught up the log and tried to
stand on his feet; then he tried to hobble along, to get as
far from the boathouse as he could, hoping that he could
lie low, out in the darkness, and so escape, and perhaps,
later, could make his way back to the dormitory.

He bemoaned the fate that had induced him to spy on
the occupants of the boathouse, and blamed the fellows
who had set the bear trap.

“Settin’ a trap like thet fer a human,” he groaned, an-
guished and wrathful; “ef thet ain’t the limit! And my
clo’es is thet stuck up——”

He was struggling along, racked with the pain irf his
ankle, half walking and half crawling, when the fellows
who swarmed round the boathouse, hearing him as he
clumped the log ‘of wood over the snow, swarmed down
on. him.

The Duke was leading them, and he was jubilant.

“We've got him,’donchuknow!” he shouted. “It’s that
all right. We won’t do a

Jelliby was so terrified, and at the same time so angry,
that he could not speak.

- Standing with difficulty, he lifted the heii of wood
ssid tried to smash it down on the Duke’s head. Fortu-
nately the short length of chain hampered his movements,
or he might have killed the Duke, for, in his rage, he

did not measure the strength of the blow he aimed.

The beam of wood came over, struck the ground, and
a pees Jelliby from his insecure footing.

‘Then the Duke and Avery and some others piled on
tae

“Stuff a handkerchief in his mouth to keep him from
Jelliby heard some one say. Then he
felt a handkerchief pressed over his lips.
_ Though fighting wildly, he could do nothing, with three
and the log and trap

dragging and cutting at his ankle.

_ He fought, nevertheless, like a tiger, throwing his as-
pante route for, when aLCnAG Jelliby had prodigious

ddenly saw ee and fell cecum uncon-

im into the boathouse,” said the Duke.
od which dropped from his nose, where. Jel-
had landed, he tried to stanch, and coughed with
PS By tneie a

Jelliby shouted.

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“We'll teach the hound a thing or two,-fellaws; this is
our chawnce, donchuknow.”

They gathered Jelliby up in their arms, in the black
darkness, and, clinging to his arms and legs, while others
carried the log, they bore him round to the boathouse
entrance.

“Merriwell isn’t going to ever hear the lawst of this,
donchuknow!” said the Duke triumphantly. “But I hope
we didn’t break his leg with the trap; I don’t think we
did. The jaws were well padded. I was sure he’d try that
tree and it has been sooner. Fellaws,
we've

sooner or later;
got “him!”

‘But when they had tumbled their captive into the boat-
house, and let the light fall on him, they found they had
not got+Chip Merriwell.

“It’s that fool, Jelliby,”
disgust. “But, of course,
and he’s fainted !”’

Under the directions of the Duke, the trap was re-
moved from Jelliby’s foot; a thing not easy to. do, for
the jaws were strong and needed heavy prying to force
them open. But the trap was off, before Jelliby came
back to consciousness, and the discovery was also made
that while the ankle and leg were badly bruised, no bones
were broken.

said the Duke, with manifest
Merriwell. sent him down;

Jelliby came out of his unconscious state as suddenly

as he had dropped into it, aided perhaps by the removal —

of the trap; he was strong and husky, and his physical
equilibrium was soon restored.

He tried to draw himself up and shuffle back against
the wall, when he realized where he was and saw the
ring of unfriendly faces.

The unfriendly faces showed, then, a line of wide grins

and taunting smiles, and dozens of questions. were asked
him.

“You've had a lesson, I fawney, that you'll remember,
donchuknow!” said the Duke. “Of course, Merriwell sent
you, to steal information from us, but you can tell him
that neither of you are quite smart enough, donchuknow !”

“You’re a caonfaounded scaoundrel!” barked Jelliby.

“Any feller what will seta bear trap fer a human ain’t ee

got sense enough to paound sand intew a rat hole.”
“Hear ft!” sneered the Duke. “You'd think we were to _
blame for this thing falling into that trap. Just fawncy!”
“Waal, ain’t' ye?” Jelliby howled. “Who set it there, ef
yeou didn’t—yeou er some o’ these other skunkified crite.
ters? Oh, I mean yeou!” i
“Who told you to climb into the tree and spy on us?”
“Nobuddy !” é; a
“Just fawncy! Ofcourse, we know that’s a lie.”
“Tl peel the bark off yer face fer sayin’ thet, tew! {”
“Yeou’ve broke my laig with yer trap, —
and I’ll have damiges—you’ll pay me good; it’s goin’ tew ‘
be a thousan’ dollars fer thet laig, I betcher!. Yeou ain’t
goin’ tew git off easy, lemme tell ye!” Re
They laughed uproariously.
“Vou'll confess that you sneaked into the tree; that

' Merriwell sent you, and that you were there to spy on —
our boat plans?

Just. fawney! You're a fool, Jeliby Ss
but you’re not fool enough to confess that.”
“Won't I? Yeou'll see!”

“You won't, because it would show up your. friend
Rasa ell as he is; and show. you up as a sneak.”
“Well, eee goin’ tew keep me here all night, with » my.

 
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laig broke? I want a doctor, and I want him quick. Yeou
fellers have got to hustle me to the dormitory.”

“You'll hustle yourself, Jelliby,” said the Duke; “your
leg isn’t broken, though it may hurt so that you think
it is.”

“Yeou’ll pay fer this!” Jelliby roared again.

“We want you to bring the whole thing up before Gunn
and the faculty. We thought perhaps we’d.catch Merri-
well, and we are going to lug him up to Gunn with the
trap on him. Want us to do that for you? Fawncy
it!”

“T’ll tan yer hide fer this!” Jelliby howled. “T'll take

off yer pelt and hang it up tew dry. Skunk hides is
wuth a dollar naow.”

He continued to roar, while they laughed at him, and
poked fun at him, and ignored his declarations that his

leg was broken, and that tre had been shamefully abus ed
and maltreated.

said the Duke.
Know what it
See?

“You got what you came for, Jelliby,”
“You sought information, and you got it.
is? We're prepared for the tricks of your crowd!
Tell Merriwell. It will give him a jolt, I fawncy.”
When they had tormented Jake Jelliby until he was
nearly insane, they lowered him out into the snow, with a

‘rope round his neck, and turned him adrift, to get back
to the dormitory as best he could.

How he got up into his room at the dormitory he hardly
knew—he had very clear recollection of it, but his
roommate found him there, lying doubled on. his cot in
pain, and proceeded to do what he could to make him
comfortable, bathing his battered leg in hot water and
wrapping it in bandages.

He wanted to summon a doctor.

“Don’t yeou dast tew do it,” Jelliby protested.’ “I ain’t
goin’ tew make any confession to nobuddy that will cause
_-a lot of fool questions tew be asked, not if I lose my old
~jAaig fer it; so yeou jest hold still. I'll drag raound some-
how, to-morrer. And I'll live lohg enough tew settle with
the Duke. He’s goin’ tew pay me money fer this, tew.”

It-was a comfort to Jelliby to think that he could force
payment from the Duke for his injury.

“Pll say, to-morrer, that I fell on the ice and hurt my
 laig, and it will have tew go at that. So yeou jest keep
your mouth shet, and hold yer hosses. I don’t want

. nawthin said about this.”

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CHAPTER V.
ANONYMOUS LETTERS.

“Cure Merrtwett: You know by this time that you are
not as smart as you think you are; in short, you have
learned that you are an eighteen-caret fool. And~ the
fellow you sent to do your dirty work of spying on us
at the boathouse got no more than was coming to him.
He will think twice before trying any tricks again. Tell
him, our old bear trap is set for him again, in a new
_ place, and its jaws once more yawn for him; also, it yawns
for you. If you think we fear any charges that he can
bring against us, tell him to take a reef in his thinking
machinery and go slow; the exposer will be exposed.”

_As this was unsigned, it left Chip Merriwell in a whirl
of amazement. He had not heard of the muaaiveritits
which had befallen Jake ‘Jelliby.

It = come as a ee in the Sees oy post-

marked Fardale, and had evidently been dropped into the

post office that morning.

“See here, Clancy,” he
this?”

Clancy read it.

“What’s it mean?”

“T am myself asking for enlightenment.”

“It’s apparently from the boathouse crowd, and there’s
a hint that they caught some one in a trap who was
spying on them. Is this the Duke’s handwriting? He’s
a sneak, for not signing it, whoever he is.”

While they were mulling it over, Chip received a sum-
who wanted to see him in his

“what do you make of

said ;

mons from Colonel Gunn,
study.

Clancy looked at the messenger, startled ;
was a student.

“What's Gunn want?” he ‘asked.

The young fellow came on into the room. .
_“T don’t know,” said. “He. simply told me to visit
Mr. Merriwell’s room and convey to him the informa-
tion that Colonel Gunn desired to see him at once.”

Clancy and Chip exchanged glances. What did Gunn
want ?

“Well, I’ve got to go,” said Chip, rising; “hope to be
back in a little while, Clan. In the meantime, maybe
you can dope out what the note means.”

Chip hurried away, with the note-in his pocket.

Colonel Gunn, in his study, had already forgotten that
he had sent for Chip. He had dispatched the messenger
when the thought was fresh in his mind—a thought placed
there by a letter he had received and had been reading.
Now he was at his desk.

He took’up the sheet he had been writing and began
to read it aloud, to get the resonance of the mouth-filling
words.

Chip rapped on the study door, which stood open, but
Gunn did not hear him, and read on:

“This lecture, which I am earnestly hoping will be

the messenger

he

found fully as interesting to my hearers as it has’ been

to me in its preparation, deals with the manifold won-
ders of the great Yellowstone Park; a region that is almost
an empire in itself, covering many leagues of mesa and
mountain, lying at a high altitude in the ‘Rockies. It is»
one of the natural marvels of the physical world, contain-—

ing, as it does, geysers and hot springs that have elsewhere ¥

a?

on earth no equals A
Chip rapped again, a little louder.

His face had grown |

ay

red, for he recognized this as the lecture on the Yellow-— ts

stone which Gunn had. delivered with
illustrations.

“None of sufficient importance even to vie with them
in a small way—stch as the geysers of Iceland, for in-
stance, and——”

Chip rapped again, alittle louder.

“Which a letter from a former pupil,
Merriwell

Chip’s hard knuckles threatened to smash the

panel.

Mr. F rank

Wheeling Shei: he saw Chip, standing there,
- “Oh—ah! Haw—hum—hum—haw! Yes, I di
you, Mr. Merriwell. But I was_so absorbed—
right in. You will excuse me. I am very much int
in rewriting the lecture I receritly delivered
pradents as { have been invited to deliver

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I have mislaid some
been trying

Franklin during the ensuing week.
of the pages of my manuscript, and I have
to reproduce them from memory, and I was reading over
what I had written, to see if it sounded like the original.
A-hum—haw! Let me see——’

Chip came on into the room, and tobi occasion to
push the door shut behind him, as he had not the least
idea what Gunn might be wanting to say to him. Gunn’s
voice carried well along the halls, when his study door
stood open.

Fumbling among the litter of papers on his desk, Gunn
brought up a letter. Chip saw that the envelope bore
‘the Fairport postmark.”

“A-hum! A letter I received from Fairport in my mail
this morning. Be seated, Mr. Merriwell; I will read it
Of course——”

He drew out the letter, adjusted his glasses, and began
to read:

“CotoneL Gunn: This is to notify you of the scoun-
drelly way in which some of your students are trying to
overreach us here in Fairport. We have discovered that
the fellow called Chip Merriwell bought the plan of the
yacht he and his friends are starting to build—purchased
it of a firm in Boston; and they are using it, while pre-
tending that they are working on a plan they prepared
themselves. As this is a clear violation of the rules un-
_ der-which the ice yachts are to‘be built and raced, and a

fraud on the students of Fairport, we call this to your
attention, At the same time we are furnishing you with
copies of the blue prints and plans. How we secured
these. we are not telling; but we got them from a man
. who knows, and he says they are duplicates of the plans
that Merriwell bought in Boston, Can Merriwell! Yours
for fair play, Fatrport.”

“Hum haw—haw hum!” said Gunn, clearing his throat,
_as he finished reading, and looking at Chip, whose face
had grown as red as’a boiled lobster.

: or his note of accusation, with the blue prints and plans,
which I have here, I am extremely sorry’ to say I re-
ceived this morning, as already I have informed you. You
will like to see them, of course.”

Gunn passed them over, and still continued to study

Chip’s red face.

_ This only made Chip’s face grow more fiery. And if
flushing under scrutiny is proof of guilt, Chip was fur-
nishing all the proof that anybody could want.

- He looked the note over, and the plans. They were
copies of the prints and plans he had made himself. He
felt bewildered. He thought that some one had made them
from his originals and had sold them to Fairport.

‘That was his first mental sensation. Then he took note
of the handwriting of the accusing anonymous letter. It
was: the same as that of the note he had received himself.

Whoever had sent the note to Chip, apparently had also
written ‘the one which had been received by Colonel Gunn.

ad been dropped into the post office in Fair-
other into the mail at Fardale.

on Chip that, apparently, the writer had not

he would see the note which had been sent
nn.

1s € accusation,” he said, still too bewildered
ly. “And you will see. that the coward who

not, have ‘thé manliness to sign his name.”

4
1 iT eae note of, , om, Gunn. i pee I will

say to you, Mr. Merriwell, that for that reason I have
been; and am, inclined to give it no weight whatever;
for one who will send an communication
charging a misdeed on another is usually, as through long
experience and observation I have discovered, is—a-hum!
—a much worse specimen than the one he accuses.

“A-haw—a-hum! I do not mean just that; you. will
understand that it is not my intention to say that you are
in any wise blamable.”

“I am sure I thank you for that, Colonel Gunn,” said
Chip. “And I can honestly declare to you that though
these are exact duplicates, so far as I can tell, of our |
yacht plans, we did not buy ours; ours have been copied
here. With the help of other students I drew our plans) —
myself, and know. And if you will let me——’

Chip reached for the letter in his pocket.

“A-hum. I have been prepared for some tricky worth
on the part of Fairport,” observed Gunn.
have been giving close attention to our athletic interests
here it has been more and more borne in on me that the |
student body at Fairport has a great lack of that high
sense of honor which is the distinguishing mark of Far-
dale; yet it is rather to be expected, when one considers —
what efforts Fairport makes, unworthy efforts, to attract
studerits—even to draw them from Fardale, which, as every —
one knows—a-hum—a-hum! oh

anonymous

academy, though the world is well aware that it is the —
greatest of the kind in the country. I will-——”
He stopped, to get breath.
“I received a note, Colonel Gunn, this morning, post-
marked here, at Fardale, and, if I am not mistaken, it was
written by the same person who wrote that to you. I do

not know what it refers to, but it is another’ sneaking, ;

anonymous communication.”

Gunn adjusted his glasses and read Chip’s note.
Then he looked at the other,:and laying them side by”
side on his desk, he compared the handwriting. ;
“Both written by the same person—who happens to. be
in Fairport and here at the same time; you will note that
the postmark at each place bears the date of seven o’clock |
this morning,” said Gunn. “A remarkable proof of the -
ability of this writer to be in two places at once. Per-
haps he owns an instantaneous flying machine, or the cele-
brated wishing carpet, which can transport the owner in- :

stantly to the ends of the earth.” ,

His face was as flushed as Chip’s, as he looked up.

“Somebody has been trying to play with me, Mr. Mer-
riwell,” he said, in a tone of offended dignity. _ |

His eyes sought Chip’s.

“Can you suggest, Mr. Merriwell, who the writer of
that note to you is?” :

Chip could have done so, but he didn’t, intend to- ab
anything of the kind; -he had a firm opinion that the
writer was Duke Basil. ae

re could suggest no one without a he chance, of ing
wrong,” he urged.
: “Nobly spoken, Mr. Merriwell! heen It ea
a mistake, 1 think, for two yachts to be built at this pl cS
by two different sets of students, for it very naturally
tends to make rivalry, and rivalry often lente eth
we will not discuss unpleasant things.” ” pote

He was still looking at Chip. . wn ;
“I am relying on you personally, Mr. Mertiwall to aid

me in ‘Ageeping that spirit ONY - pare long known your to

 

“Ever since I. 2)

It is not becoming in me,
my dear young sir, to be boasting the merits of our
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‘father, and, as you are aware, I made a vefy extensive
and interesting tour into strange and foreign lands with
your. worthy uncle, Richard Merriwell. So, naturally,
feel that I have a right to expect good things of you, and
am sure that I shall not be disappointed. A-hum!

“As for Fairport—I shall pay no attention to this com-
munication. I wish you to report to me from time to
time the progress that is being made on your yacht, and
I shall get reports from the builders of the other. We
“must defeat Fairport. I shall wish that you may have a
good yacht, when you have finished it; but, still, I shall
wish that the best yacht built here may be the winner, and
represent us in the race against Fairport.”

He turned to his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Merriwell. A-hum! I am sorry
that I disturbed you, or did anything to interfere with
your studious labors and preparations for the lectures to-
day. I am hoping we shall have fair and bright weather
for that race.”

When Chip retreated, leaving the door open as he had
found it, he heard Gunn’s voice drawling through the
halls :

“This lecture having been
I. received from our former student, Mr? Frank Merriwell,
senior, and being on a subject of such all-absorbing in-
terest as the wonders of the Yellowstone, the greatest
thermal phenomena on this swinging planet, I shall now

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Then the voice was lost in the distance, as Chip hurried

back to his dormitory room, and to Clancy.

CHAPTER VI.
A BLOW FROM A COWARD.

Chip Merriwell Se nahin that morning

g, that the Duke
and his friends wer moving out of the. old boathouse

toa place some dictence up the lake known as the Pavilion.

The old boathouse under consideration was not the
one on the sea, but one on the shore of the lake.

- “Moving day,” said Chip, in a chirrupy tone, speaking
to the Duke himself, down by the boathouse.

The Duke tried to glare Chip out of countenance.

“A thing that has been made necessary “by your dis-
honesty, donchuknow!”. he said, with acid severity.

“Tf can’t say that I know,” Chip retorted. “I discover
there are a good many things I don’t know, but only guess
Pate POF instance, as to who was sneaking- enough to

write those anonymous letters—one to Colonel Gunn, and
the other to me!”

“IT cawn’t surmise what you're talking about, donchu-
know,” said the Duke, with well-affected ignorance.

“No? I was sure you could. The letter. to me, I’m
ready to show to you, and perhaps you can tell me if it
isn’t in your handwriting?”

“IT haven’t time to fool with you, donchuknow!” said

the Duke, nervous now.

' “You'll take the time, Basil!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You'll hear what I want to Say, or Pil make you Hsten.
“Now you're threatening me!” the’ fellow blustered. “I
shall report this to Colonel Gunn.”
“I wouldn’t. He has received a letter in the same
handwriting as this, and he might be led to suspect you,
if you phew aoe heat against me.”

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“You've accused me to Gunn?” cried the ee with a
glare of rage. ‘

“Oh, no. But just take a look at this, will you? This
resembles remarkably some of your handwriting that I’ve
seen. It is a bit disguised, to be sure, but not disguised
enough.”

Chip flirted the letter sheet open, and held it before the
Duke; and the latter started back.

“I don’t know anything about that,
jerk of fear in his voice;

“You see what
what it means.”

”

he said, with a
“it isn’t my handwriting!”
it says. And you wrote it! Explain

The crafty blue eyes of the Duke came round again
and stared into Chip’ s, as he said:

“T think you know all about that; Pll say that much,
and still deny that I wrote the note. But I know what
it means—and so do you. For you sent the fellow down
here to spy on us last night, donchuknow.”

“Who?”

“Your new shadow, Jake Jelliby; as if you didn’t know!
Just fawncy !” v

“Jelliby was caught in a trap?”

“Ha, ha! As if you didn’t know! Yes, he was, and
| think he will have a painful recoilection of it for some
time. We've been-sure that you and your crowd have
been spying on. us in the boathouse, so we got ready
for you. You see how that tree hangs over that window ;
in it, one can into the boathouse,
everything.

look right and see

“We rigged a in that tree,
the boathouse,
dope; we
climbed up wouldn’t be easy
in identifying him,

“Well, last night,

knew a spy

wire running to a bell in

and the tree with sticky tree

thought the dope on the clothes of whoever ©
to get off, and would help

Ha, ha!

the bell rang, and we

smeared

donchuknow !
donchuknow,
So some of our fellows
slipped out and made a, pretense of hunting round, and —
while doing it dropped the trap down at the foot of the
tree, so that the spy would be sure to drop into it.

‘And we caught your friend Jelliby. A ha!
should have heard the wascal howl. But, course,
know all about it.”

“You caught Jelliby?” Chip’s face darkened.

“In a bear trap! Ha, ha!” \

“That was a scoun(relly thing, to do,” Chip asserted. ‘
“Did it break his leg?” =

“As if you didn’t know all about it,
Weally !” ; nN

“T know nothing about it. This isithe first I’ve heard.”
But, if you used a heavy trap, you risked breaking his leg
or injuring him for life.” a
'“Wasn’t he spying? He wouldn’t have blundered into,
the trap if he hadn’t come there spying? Then who is

o blame?” ar

“You are; and it was a cowardly thing.”

Chip turned about, and made his w ay Sees back to.
the academy, anxious to see Jelliby. '

was in the tree.

“You |
you

donchuknow !

He found Jake Jelliby in the dormitory corridor,
to go down to ont of’ the lectures. Jelliby |
along with the use of a heavy cane.
“So you were hurt!” Chip cried,
ligt
“Jest a little accident,” said Jelliby, wincin
as he'moved his foot; “I fell daown « on the —

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“Is that all?”

“All? Waal, ain’t it enough? Say,” he added, to shift
the conversation, “I been pickin’ this ol’ Hot Springs tew
pieces, and I got a barg’in, I tell yeou.” He drew out
the watch. “Reg’lar twenty-year gold-filled case, fine works,
seventeen jewels, and that heatin’ didn’t damige it as much
as ye’d think. I can tinker it up so’s it’ll sell, anyhaow,
‘ fr ten dollars; and it cost me-only ten cents. Haow’s
thet fer good interest on investment money?”

He hobbled toward the stairs, laughing.

Chip went back to his room, to confer with Clancy,
frxding that he had not much time, for he, too, was due
in the recitation room

It was clear that, for the present, at least, Jake Jelliby
did not intend to tell the story of his adventurous fight
with the bear trap.

That afternoon, Chip Merriwell found the old boathouse
vacated. The Duke and his coterie of friends had removed
their yacht materials, bag and baggage, to the Pavilion.
All over the campus, in the dormitories, on the streets,
wherever two or three Fardale boys got together, the story
of this unexpected removal was being discussed. From
a score of sources it came to Chip that ti.e cause of this
flitting was said by the Duke and his friends to be their
discovery that their rivals were spying on them, and were
intending to steal their plans and smash up their material.
Also, it had leaked out that one of Chip’s friends had
been caught in a bear trap down by the boathouse.
“Hello, Clancy,” said a smiling first glass man, seeing
Clancy limping along the street, “are you the yearling that
got caught in the bear trap? I heard it was one of your
crowd!”

“What else did you hear?” snapped Clancy, forgetting,
in his indignation to be respectful even to a high-and-
mighty first class man.

“T heard that your crowd is getting trimmed. It’s said
that your boat crew is down and out, from injuries. I
saw Kess a while ago, and he’s a sight. I hope it isn’t
so—that your crew is knocked out--for, in this thing,
most of the upper class men are with you,”

“Aw, let the Duke spread his lies!” said Clancy. “But
he isn’t hurting us, and he’ll soon know it.”

That night, when Clancy’s friends met in the manual-
training department, they voted to move into the vacated
boathouse, as they were cramped in their work and in their
talk and ‘planning while they remained where they were,
in a room to which all the manual-training fellows had
access.

Their removal was accomplished the next evening.

It. was followed by an “accident.”

While the moving was being done, which was shortly
after nightfall, it was not easily possible to keep curious
persons from hanging round and asking questions.

Most of these curious persons were Fardale students who
were well inclined toward Chip and his friends. Others,
however, were foes, from the rival camp of the Duke.
Mixing with the latter, Chip saw Bully Carson, the
well-known sporting blood from Carsonville, a rascal of

being burglary.

a - ‘When in funds, Carson was a free spender and a loud
_ dtésser, and was always coarse and bullying in his manner,
yet pluming himself on the fact that he was the son and
cir oF Colonel Carson, of Carsonville.

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Bully did not speak to Chip—in fact, seemed careful to
keep well away from him, but he talked now and then
with the Duke and the Duke’s adherents,

Chip was afraid that Bully Carson would steal some of
the timbers, braces, or ropes, or perhaps a bolt of the
stout sail cloth, for the fellow could be expected to do
anything mean that he thought would irritate or injure
Chip Merriwell, whom he hated.

But Bully Carson disappeared by and by, along with
the offensive students, and, in due time, even Chip’s friends
were filing away in the darkness.

At last only Chip and Clancy remained, to talk over
the plans further and do a little work and study. The
study demanded careful figuring of the stress and strain
which would be put on a mast of a certain. size by a
sail of a certain area; for they wanted to carry as large
a sail as they could without pulling the mast out by the
roots or turning the yacht over.

There were certain prescribed dimensions for the rival
yachts, but outside of those limitations there was much
allowable latitude, and the boat best designed and built for
speed would be the winner, all other things being equal.

While Chip and Clancy were studying their blue prints
and discussing the many questions that constantly came
up, Chip moved over to the workbench, and pushed aside
a box which stood there in the way.

As he was stepping up to the bench, the board he trod
on tipped, and before he could even throw out his hands
to save himself, he was shot through the hole that opened
in the floor.

He fell, with a cry, and struck on the hard ice, in
the darkness, under the boathouse.

In an instant Clancy was bending over the hole and
calling down.

“Hurt, Chip?” he said.

The answer was a groan.

Clancy was in half a mind to fling himself desperately
through the hole, but drew back, and, running to the
other end of the boathouse, procured a ladder.

Lowering an end of this through the hole, he went down
quickly, carrying in one hand the little lamp that had been
over the workbench.

He found Chip doubled up, moaning.

“I’ve smashed my ankle, I guess,” said Chip.

“You can’t stand on it? Let me take a look at it.”

They discovered, when they had removed the shoe and
stocking and threw the light of the lamp on it, that
the ankle was rapidly swelling.

“That was a dirty trick,” said Clancy bitterly; “and I
think I know who did it.
the Duke, or the Duke himself; they were both over by
the workbench this evening. The nails in the end of that
board must have been drawn out before. It was A trap
laid, when they moved out, to injure some of our
fellows.”

Chip arose, with Clancy’s help; but at first he could not
bear his weight on the injured ankle.

“This is a funny game—I don’t think!” Clancy growled.
“Only a set of mean.sneaks would ever think of fighting
against rivals in this way, but it shows you what the
Duke is, and the gang we’re up against. Oh, the Jolly
Dogs will have to go after him!”

It was fortunate that the redhead was rather strong,

for he had to almost carry Chip up the ladder, as Chip

was able to do so little to help himself,

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CHAPTER VII.
TO THE AID OF HIS FRIENDS.

Though the ice yacht wa$ hurried to completion, Chip
Merriwell was careful to see that only good material and
good workmanship went into its construction. This was
so important, when the parting of a brace or the snap-
ping of a timber, due to a weak spot, might lose the
race to them, that he personally inspected every Stick
used, and saw that every bit of the work was done just
right.

Though Chip was badly lamed in his right leg, he had
not been lamed in his intellect, and just now his head
was the most important.

They called the boathouse the Infirmary, because many
fellows went hobbling about their work there.

Clancy recovered from his lameness, and Kess’ cuts
and bruises began to heal; but Chip did not get into good
trim so quickly.

Yet there was no reason n why he could not handle the:

yacht, and, from the first, he had been chosen as helms-
man and skipper.
The great weight of Villum Kess was to be used on
_ the windward crossbeam, assisted there by Billy Mac, while
Ke Clancy was to occupy, with Chip, the cockpit.

The Duke and his crowd seemed to be attending so /

closely to their work at the Pavilion, giving no more
trouble, that Chip began to think Clancy had dropped his
notion of the Jolly Dogs, particularly at he had stopped
talking about them.

When the yacht was finished, a bottle of grape juice was
- smashed on its bow’ timbers—to the great disgust of Jake

_Jelliby—and it was named the Jce Queen.

“Fest foolishness,” said Jelliby, “tew waste that good
Piao juice. Plain water would ’a’ done as well, and yeou
-wouldn’t needed even to smashed the wees yeou could
: _ splashed the water on with a dipper.”

_ Having named the new boat the /ce Anson it was taken
ddd by its crew for the tuning up.

_ They were out two hours with the Jce Queen, which
‘ ‘weitt shooting over the glassy surface in a way to make

‘its builders proud and hopeful.
ing ‘Colonel Gunn had heard that the yacht was finished, and
that evening he sent for Chip to come into his study
and make a report. ra

The worthy colonel was not naturally obsessed with
f athletics, and knew little enough about them, but he con-

dered’ that, as head of the Fardale School, which had
ined such a reputation in the athletic line—a reputation

that each year drew to it many students—it was‘his duty

to assume an interest, even if he did not really feel it.
_ He was not writing, but sat pearee in his Cats, when
am ip came in.
- He glanced at his little asi
“Half past eight,” he said; “I observe, Mr. Merriwell,
‘that you possess the virtue of promptness—a very great
virtue, indeed, in the world in which we find ourselves,
where time means money and success. I notice that you
| on imping somewhat, Mr. Merriwell? Take a chair,

him at once, with a driver. |

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Life is. full of hard lessons, Mr. Merriwell. I observe
that you use a cane to assist you, which is a very wise
precaution. A-hum! How does the finished yacht strike
you, Mr. .Merriwell?” ;

Chip gave him an enthusiastic Seerripeng of its per-
formance that’ afternoon.

“A-hum! Very good—very good! Has Mr.
launched his yet? If so; he has not reported it.”

“He had his out yesterday, I think.”

“So? I shall ask him to report to me about its per-
formance. We want the best of the two to race against
Fairport. It is not a Fardale custom to be beaten, and
I’m hoping we will not, in this coming race, break the
rule. I have a very great respect for your ability, Mr.
Merriwell, but I shall only hope that the best yacht will
win.”

The colonel was going on prosily and at great length
to say this same thing over in a number of different yet
closely related ways, when the telephone bell in his study
rang violently. .

“A-hum—hum-haw!” he coughed, and toddled over to
the corner where hung the receiver.

“What is that?” he demanded, his voice shooting up a
dozen notches. “Hazing—at the Pavilion! The—Jolly
Dogs! I cannot believe my ears; who is this speaking?
Bronson Avery? You are at the Pavilion? And the
Jolly Dogs——”

He swung round.

Chip had leaped from his chair.

“This is outrageous, Mr. Merriwell.

Basil

Mr. Avery has

just reported from the Pavilion that the Jolly Dogs are

hazing some one up there.

is a duke, or who bears that name. The—Jolly poet
He whirled round.
‘Where is my coat? Ah, here it is! Why, Mr. Merri-

well, that cowardly student organization, criminal in its —
was banished from this institution, and we

methods,
thought it had been broken up. The Jolly Dogs!
Jolly Dog them! Out they go, every one of them.
expel every student that is engaged in it—every one.
destroy the Jolly Dogs, if it breaks up Fardale.”
He stamped round, furious and red-faced. ¢
“At the Pavilion! Help me with this greatcoat, Mr.
Merriwell. Ah, that is what I want, thank you!
where is my cane—where is my cane? Ah, here it is! i
He stood glaring.

Tt

“I’m sorry that you have a bad ankle, for otherwise I"
should ask you to run to the livery stable and order a fast
I must reach the Pavilion as

horse and sleigh for me.
soon as possible.”
_ “The telephone,” Chip suggested.

“Why didn’t I think of that?
phone!”

He ran into the corner again, and called the livery
stable. Then he requested that a. horse and sleigh—the
fastest horse in the stable—should be made rey fe.

“T should ask you to go with me, Mr.
should insist on your aid; but your unfortunat
forbids: I shall have to go alone. I can’t st xf
mon any assistance.”

' Like a madman he rushed own. the room
heard him shouting along in the hall, in his w

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should rise again, after——’

He vanished through an outer door. ;

Chip Merriwell followed as fast as he could,
was a running limp, his supporting stick pounding along
with almost.drumlike speed.

He saw Colonel Gunn puffing across the snowy campus,
heading for the nearest street which led to the stable—the
colonel and the campus being clearly revealed by the elec-
trical street lamps and the lights of the buildings.

Chip scampered on and up to his room.

,

which

He was sure, before he reached it, that Clancy was)

not there—that the irrepressible redhead was leading the
hazers.

He was now both glad and sorry that Clancy had not
‘let him into” this thing. That he had not, showed that
Clancy feared he would not take a part,-and might
try to do something to block it.

On the other side of the account, he was glad that he
had not known it, for the feeling he had been cherish-
ing toward the Duke and others might have drawn him
irito assisting the Jolly Dogs, who apparently now were
neéding such assistance as he alone could give them.
Chip descended,
street; then on

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and
and

Having procured a heavy coat,
rushed as fast as he cotld to the
away, toward the boathouse.

‘It was irritating to be so hampered with a lame ankle,
at that time, when on the speed of his movements Clancy’s
future at Fardale miglit depend, as well as that of other
friends. Yet if he had not been lame he would have had
to go in the sleigh with Colonel Gunn.

Chip’s ankle was snapping with pain long before he
gained the boathouse. On the way he heard sleigh bells
and the grinding of sleigh runners, and knew. that the
wrathful colonel had started, and,
would be able to make good time.

Unlocking the lower doors of the boathouse, Chip
climbed in beside the ice yacht. It stood on the ice, as in
summer an ordinary sailing boat stood on the water—the

“high doors giving room for it to pass in and out with its

mast in position.
By exerting all his strength, Chip slid it out upon the

i lake.

Then he rolled out of the boathouse a heavy bag con-
taining sand, which had been: made ready for emergency
use, and with much effort got it on the windward cross-

- beam, where he lashed it fast with ropes.

This took such strenuous work, and the time consumed
in doing it seemed so long, that when he pulled the yacht

round, and began to ‘hoist the sail, he was: in a shiver of '
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_ apprehension.

The Pavilion was a considerable distance up the lake,

and the road that Gunn would have to take to reach
was roundabout, yet Chip was sure that

Pree: with
a good horse, Gunn was halfway there.

But the horse never lived that \could successfully com-

ete with an ice yacht. For an ice yacht under way is
xt thing to flying. :

sail swung out and/the light breeze caught it,

started with a jump, but Chip hung on, with

‘the tiller, and climbed into the cockpit, having
hand the she@ of the sail.

more than one person to successfully manage

sht of the kind and dimensions Chip and his

built, and that it did not get away from him

with a fast horse, he

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at the start, or throw the sand-weighted crossbeam on.
high, spoke well for Chip’s abilities as an ice-yacht skipper
and sailor.

Having squared it away for the run up the lake, he
let it out as much as he dared, when the wind came
down from the hills, which was the case as soon as he

-was out a little from the shelter of the shore.

The roaring of the runners, the cutting of the breeze
into his face, and the tugging pull of the sheet, with the
feel of the tiller under his hand, informed him that Gunn’s
fast horse would need to hustle to beat him to the
Pavilion.

Yet it was necessary to win with a good margin, and
he drove the yacht perilously.

The silent snowy shores slid by, a ghostly procession
of little white hills. Then, even before he could have
believed it possible, he saw the lights in the Pavilion.

It was an old resort place by the edge of the lake, occu-—
pied only during the months of summer, but it had been
fitted with stoves and lights, and. the telephone, which
had been taken out at the end of the season, had been
restored. " rae

As he drew near, Chip eased off the sheet, and swung
round before the Pavilion. On leaping out, he looped the
anchor rope round a projecting beam that SERROESES i
balustrade.

Ignoring the twinges of pain in his ankle, Chip Sergeants
up the steps and: into the Pavilion.

“Clancy,” he was yelling; “Clancy!”

A disguised form appeared, the face covered with a
mask. ; p ete

“That you, Clan?” Chip yelled. “Call it off! Colonel
Gunn is coming—is almost here; he was warned by Avery,
over the phone! Hustle ott of this with your Jolly
Dogs before he gets here; he’s got a fast horse and a
sleigh.” Li ae

CHAPTER VIII.
THE JOLLY Docs.

The Duke and his shadow, Bronson Avery, were at the oe
Pavilion when the Jolly Dogs réached it.

As a usual thing they brought a horse and sleigh; ae
this night they had walked out, and meant to remain over- x
night.

The hired guard was in Fardale, having been told that "
he would not be needed. i

The Duke was armed with a revolyer, and intended to
put up a fight if any one came to injure his yacht. The
discovery of Jelliby’s spying, and some flying rumors, shad-
been enough to cause him to take this stand. ey

The Duke and Avery were seated before their fire,
smoking cigarettes, boasting of the fight they would —
make if any one came, and of how they were going to
do up the other crowd in the try-out races, when the:
door of the big room, they occupied flew open, and dis-
guised forms appeared there, haying on masks of red.

Avery leaped fom his chair and ran to the other door,

out of which_he bolted like a scared rabbit. .

The Duke paled, and plucked out his revolver.
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Before the Duke could fire again, Clancy and ‘some
others were on -him and he was disarmed.

“Any one hurt by that shot?” Clancy howled, in deep
base; “for, if so, then this fellow hangs!”

“Der Cholly Tog vot he tidn’t hit iss all right,” a voice
rumbled.

“It is well!” growled Clancy. “He owes his life to his
poor shooting. But he shall not escape.”

“He shall not escape!” a dozen voices echoed hoarsely.

The Duke sat shivering, in the chair into which he had
been flung.

“What’s the joke?” he said, trembling and sneering.

“The Jolly Dogs are here!” Clancy announced.

“Oh, the Jolly Dogs are here!” rumbled the chorus.

“IT know you!” the Duke snapped at Clancy. “You're
Chip Merriwell, and you’ve brought along a lot of your
cronies; but you don’t scare me, any more than you fool
me! I thought at first you had come to cut up my yacht,
but I see——”

“Oh, he sees!”

“You're a lot of mutts, donchuknow!” raved the Duke.
“A set of cowards.”

“He scorns us—defies us!
ment?”

“Death!” was rumbled.

“Prisoner,” said Clancy, in his deep base, “you have
heard the verdict of the Jolly Dogs! What have you
to say?”

“T say that I’ll have every one of you arrested, and ex-
pelled from Fardale, besides, I’ve heard of the Jolly
Dogs!”

“Oh, he has heard of the Jolly Dogs!” was chanted.

“A cowardly set of hazers, that has been put under
the ban. I’d forgot about you; and I thought that sort of
stuff didn’t go- here any more. Well, I’ll make it hot for
all of you!”

1”?

“Prepare the deadly blade! Bring it forth!
punishment of this insolent defiance is death. Bring forth
the keen blade. He must be dispatched neatly.”

The masked figure, that was Clancy, looked round.

Avery was being brought in. He had been captured
in another room; but they did not know that before he
was cornered that he had succeeded in telephoning to
Gunn.

“Ah, here is the other!” Clancy growled. “Let him
suffer the penalty first, so that this stubborn thing here
shall see that we are in deadly earnest.”

“We are in deadly earnest!” groaned the echoing chorus.

Avery was scared blue, and he fought and struggled and’
screamed as he was brought forward.

From somewhere a sword appeared.
edge critically.

The fitting

Clancy felt of its

“Sharp as a razor,” he announced; “just the weapon;
it will let life away so quickly and easily that death will
be painless.”

“His death will be painless!” was groaned.

Avery squealed with fright and flung himself about in
the arms of his captors.

“Let him feel the edge of the sword,” said the heavy,
growling voice. “Prisoner, touch the edge of this blade
with your fingers, and see that it is sharp.”

Avery refused.

But when the sword was thrust under the Duke’s nose,
he let his fingers touch the edge, and knew that truly
the bright blade was razor sharp,

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He was beginning to wonder if these crazy fools really
meant to do the thing they threatened so noisily.
“Away to the block with him,” said Clancy.

Avery was dragged, yelling, across the roodm, where
he was slammed down, with his neck on-a bench.
The bright blade was lifted—as the Duke saw it clearly.
And he saw it fall with a flash. ‘
Avery rolled off the bench, and behind it; and the Duke
was sure he heard him struggling and his feet thrashing
about.
The gruesomely suggestive sounds were made by the
hazers, who were holding Avery down; an easy thing to
do now, as he had fainted.
“Now the next victim!” said Clancy, the executioner,
and he came across, with his sword dripping blood,
The Duke’s heart jumped into his mouth. This was too
realistic.. He began to think they had killed Avery, and
that his turn was coming.
“Feel the edge of the sword of execution,” Clancy rum- ;
bled; “put your fingers on it, and test its keenness. What
it has done for your friend, it will now do for you.
Know, prisoner, that the Jolly Dogs are no joke.”
The Duke refused to put his fingers on the dripping
blade. He thrust back in his’ chair with so much: force
that it would have been: overturned, if it had not been
held in place by some of his captors.
“Prisoner,” said Clancy, in funereal tones, “do you know
why the life of your friend has been taken, and why your
own is now forfeit? Perhaps you are still ignorant of
the charges made against you, and do not know why the
Jolly Dogs have decided on your death. They might be
lenient, if they could be sure that you would leave Far-
dale, but they can’t trust you—-so they’re going..to kill
you.”
“He is to be killed,” growled the deep bass of the
chorus.

“Stop your nonsense,” said the Duke, though he was
‘shivering with fear.

“He calls it nonsense!” groaned the chorus.

“Prisoner,” said Clancy, “you have violated all the
principles which should rule a Fardale cadet. You have
done mean and underhanded things. You hired a boy
to lame Clancy and Kess. You had a board loosened in
the boathouse, which dropped Chip Merriwell through the
floor, and came nigh breaking his leg. You had Billy
Mac tripped down the dormitory stairs. You had——”

“Off with his head!” roared the chorus.

“You set a trap down by the boathouse—a bear trap—
and caught one of the students in it—a hideously cruel
thing to do!”

“That’s right, tew!” yelped Jelliby, unable to restrain
himself as that memory was presented. “Cruelty to ani-
mals ain’t in it, with a thing like that.”

“But you are showing that you are brave,” Clancy went
on; “and we admire bravery even in a foe.. We have a
test for bravery that we did not try on your friend, as»
he wilted too quick, but you are worthy of it.”

“He ain’t worthy of nawthin but to having his head
chopped off quick,” said. Jelliby, bellowing behind his red
mask,

“Bring forth the test of courage!” Clancy roared, dis-
regarding Jelliby. ae

“But fairst, let us sing it~der Cholly Togs!” Kess
urged, ignoring the fact that his speech would betray him
to any one. ye
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‘Slice his head off!”

“Give him the test of courage!” ;

“But fairst, I should like to sing it,” said Kess, bellow-
ing, to make his voice the loudest. “On, ve are der Cholly
Togs! Eferypody sing it!”

They began to sing, stamping their feet to keep time,
until the room rocked:

“We are a set of Jolly Dogs—
Oh, listen to our story!

We take delight in shedding blood,
Our hands are red and gory.

If e’er we have no throats to cut,
We Sigh and pine and languish;

We love to Hear our victims shriek
And groan and sob with anguish.”

“Und now der red-hot chorus,” bellowed Kess, waving
his hands like a bandmaster ; “he is going to enchoy dhis”

“We have no fear of any law,

We live on livers red and raw;

The drink we drink is human gore,

We quaff a quart and yell for more;
And when we’re gorged we sleep like logs,
For that’s the way with Jolly Dogs!”

“Now bring forth the test of courage,” Clancy ordered,
as the singing stopped. “Our prisoner has in the past,
many times and oft, boasted of his courage, and to-night
he showed it to us by using a revolver; we are, therefore,
going to let him show. it still further. Out with the
test of courage!”

“The test of courage!” yelled the others.

From under a bench was dragged out.a board set thick
with long, keen spikes. |

Clancy took it up and tested the points of the spikes
with his fingers.

“See for yourself that they are sharp,” he said, and
_ pushed it against the Duke; “put your fingers on them.”
_ The Duke’s fingers touched the sharp points, and he

‘shr. ne back again.

This is the ordeal of courage. You are to throw your-
: self bodily on these spikes.
on the spikes, and prove to us that you have high

- courage.”

The Duke shrank back in his chair.

“No,” he cried; “n-no!”

“He is a coward!” groaned the chorus, and fingers were
‘pointed at him. “He is a coward!”

“What is the penalty of cowardice?” demanded Clancy. |

“He is to be hurled upon the spikes!”
“Prisoner, you hear?”
Ons swung round, and commanded loudly:
“Hurl the coward upon the spikes!” ,
ee was a rush and a whirl, as the masked boys

5 oy and hurling him on the spikes.

© Ss that struggle was proceeding, Clancy bis deftly
i¢ iron-spiked board under the bench, and sub-
@ that looked like it, but had spikes of yielding
pss, as the Duke crashed, yelling, down on the
‘spikes, his heated imagination furnished him
tion of being impaled on them, and, with one

‘gs. une etn he fainted,

Rise now and throw yourself

While this was happening, Bronson Avery, having re~
covered corsciousness behind the bench at the other side
of the room, and finding the attention of all given to his
friend, scrambled up and made a break through a door.

As some of the masked fellows jumped to pursué him,
they heard a crash of the window.

Avery had flung himself through to the outside, and
raced in wild fear out into the snowy woods.

There was a scrambling and thumping sound at the
front, for it was at this moment that Chip Merriwell came
hammering on the door, yelling his warning to Clancy,
notifying him that the enraged colonel was coming up
rapidly in a sleigh, and would soon be on them.

CHAPTER IX.
STANDING BY HIS FRIENDS.

“Fellows, you’ve got to get out of this at once,” said
Chip; “this is no joke! Colonel Gunn is raging, and he'll ©
be here inside of five minutes. I can’t tell now how I
know all this, but you can rely on it. Any fellow caught
here and identified by Gunn will be expelled, without a
doubt. I came in the Ice Queen—quick run; and the most
of you can get away in her. Hustle!”

Chip’s words had a sobering effect.

“What’s to be done with the Duke?” asked Clancy

“The fool has fainted. Avery got away from us.”

“We can take the Duke in the cockpit; and as many
as can pile on can hang to the crossbeam and round the,
edges. Hustle, fellows! Jump to it!” ’

Chip saw the board with its fake spikes of rubber, and
noted a red trail across the floor.

“Red ink,” Clancy explained, “on the real sword; the
other sword was made of cardboard wrapped with tin
foil; the ink dropped on the floor when I was cotta
the Duke with it.”

“Scatter ashes over the ink and on the floor; sak dante
get hot ashes! Rush your spike boards and ava seis
things out to the Jce Queen. Some of the strongest of

/you get the Duke out to her. Get a move on you!”

Chip’s quick words stirred every one to action. ee

The torturing paraphernalia and the unconscious young —
fellow were borne out to the-ice yacht, and the red ink —
on the floor was covered with ashes. The ashes being —
also plentifully sprinkled round, to distract attention —
from the fact that it had been used to hide the red-ink
stains.

Chip saw that all this was done, and Sotiowed pert: ae
the yacht, after closing the door that led from ‘the
Pavilion.

“Perhaps you can all hang on,” he said; “try it; basligt
on by your eyebrows—any old way. rer the beet,
round.”

He jumped into the cockpit, where Clancy was, with
the Duke.

“Crawl out on the windward-crossbeam, some of you bs
heavyweights ” Chip ordered; “and look out, for’ she’s . ‘
going to jump when she starts! AlLready eS oy

He was speaking with suppressed excitement, and kent

‘his voice down with difficulty.

As the Ice Queen started down the lake,: badly over=
loaded, it did not make the good time an ice yacht can
re expected to si and they were not far down the

 
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made us too late. If we can get round this bend, we're
safe.”
_ They heard the horse stop with prancing jumps at the
Pavilion, and heard the loud, commanding voice of the
driver ; and they could picture to themselves Colonel Gunn
climbing the Pavilion steps and making his way into the
lighted room, where a fire still burned in the stove.

But they were not speaking now, for it was a critical
moment, as there was a moon and a fair light on the lake,
and they might yet be seen in their get-away.

But before Colonel Gunn came stamping out of the
Pavilion they had turned the bend in the shore line;
where, getting a better breeze, they began to make an
easy run.

Long before Colonel Gunn and the driver got back to
Fardale, the ice yacht had been stowed away in the

old boathouse, the Jolly Dogs’ paraphernalia had been
carefully concealed, and the boys, all of them, were either
back in the dormitories or out in the town.

As for the paraphernalia, Clancy had disclosed to Chip,
as he shed his mask and his disguises, that he and his
_ friends had learned, some time before, where the old out-
fit of the former Jolly Dogs had been hidden, and they
had appropriated it for use on this occasion.
 “T think we can. safely go over to the stable,”
Chip.

Chip and Clancy, with Kess, Jelliby, and some others,
_ proceeded to the stable; where they asked the stableman
if word had yet come from Colonel Gunn.

“Chip would have gone with him,” Clancy explained
- landly, “but asche had a lame ankle, Gunn wouldn’t let
him; but he routed us out and told us about it, and we
came down to see if there was any news.” ~
_“Nothin’ yet,” said the stableman. “I thought this hazin’
business had been broke up here, but seems it isn’t.”
They waited about until they heard the sleigh returning;
and they were all standing where the stable light could
reveal them clearly to Gunn, as he drew up there. /

To their surprise, three people were in the sleigh;

said

and

* e F chest discovered,that the third was Bronson Avery.

Gunn was in a very bad humor.

he think this boy is insane,” he snapped, as he tumbled
out of the sleigh and looked at the students lined up
under the stable light; “he has declarec to me over and
over that Mr. Merriwell, Mr. Clancy, Mr. KeSs, and Mr.
Jelliby, with others, were down there hazing him and a
boy he calls the Duke, who it appears is Mr. Anselm
Basil. And. here all these boys are now, showiné that
they could not have been at the Pavilion; which is what I
.was already sure of, as Mr. Merriwell was in my study
when I set out, and we have driven furiously.” ;
SA Ms | Merriwell told us, and we came down here to get
the news, and see if we could be of assistance,” said
Clancy. %
“Tt. was very kind of you,” said Gunn.

“All T said is so!” raved Avery.

_ “There—there ! !” said Gunn soothingly. “Don’t make your
‘ Sondition worse, my poor fellow. Please be quiet.”

ane. turned, still speaking:

_“T think I understand it. This poor boy has been down
here acting as night guard. He has been losing sleep,
and also smoking cigarettes. We discovered a box of

igarettes, and many cigarette butts on the floor, and it

, own that cigarettes will destroy the intellect. .

“A-hum p

\ putting me in an asylum next.

fear, or something like that, for he rang me up and told
me a ferocious story, then he ran wildly out into the
woods, without an overcoat on—and he had been acting
strangely in the room before he left it;-for there was a
distressful litter of ashes and other things on ‘the floor,
besides the cigarette ends; and when he came to us out
of the woods, as we were returning, he was so chilled
and distraught that at first he could hardly speak. A-hum!
And he showed us red-ink marks on his neck, where, he
said, he had been cut with a sword—he declared that the
red ink was blood—and that there was a gash in his neck,
when there was none. It was a most singular delusion.”

“Tt was all true. Let me get out of this,” said Avery,
struggling in the arms of the stalwart driver.

He turned an appealing face to the students.

“Help me here, some one! I’m not crazy. They'll be
These men are fools,

He leaped from the arms of the driver, and, striking
in the road, he ran wildly along the street.

“Entirely out of his head—due to sleepless nights and
cigarettes,” said Gunn, in a* voice of sympathy. “It’s too '
bad—too bad !”

Clancy and his friends had seen and heard enough, sci
they began to slip silently away.

\As they got back into the streets, up by the das
buildings, being well ahead of Colonel Gunn, they came
on the students who had been left at the boathouse to
watch over the Duke and bring him back to consciousness.

“Fe got away,” one of them reported. “We dosed him
some, and worked over him, and, all of a sudden, he woke
up and began to talk, then up he jumped and bolted. Seen
him anywhere? He came in this direction, running like
the wind.” ~

Clancy laughed.

“That’s all right—that settles it, and makes us safe;
he'll go straight to Colonel Gunn with his yarn, and then
Gunn will think he’s got another cigarette fiend on his
hands! Ha, ha! Gunn won’t believe a thing he says.

“This,” he added, “is better than anything we could
have planned out—better than my great alibi scheme, and
I thought that was a corker, though we didn’t have time
to work it; for, after we learned that the Duke and his
friend were down there to spend the nighf alone, we had
to hustle and couldn’t carry out our plans. |

*But say—isn’t our alibi complete—thanks to Chip Mer-
riwell? Chip, if old Gunn learns what you’ve done, out
of Fardale you will go, as well as the rest of us.”

“T know it,” said Chip. “But I had to stand by my
friends.” ‘

Clancy swung his cap. eee

“All together now—everybody,” he cried enthusiasti- is
cally; “three cheers for Chip Merriwell.” Rae

The boys gave them with a will.

CHAPTER X.
| THE SQUEALER.

The boy who was hurrying across the campus stop
when he heard those. hearty cheers ringing out.
cold night air.

As he swung about to listen, the light that
showed the staring eyes and white face of Du

“What’s that mean?” he muttered nervously. ¢
fellows after me again?”

 
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* He began to run across. the campus.

“| hope Colonel Gunn is still in his study. If he isn’t,
Vl go to his house. I’ve got to report this, and ask for
protection,”

The Duke had a feeling that he ought to be all torn
to pieces by the spikes upon which he had been thrown,
but he had not yet been able to discover any wounds,
though, while he searched himself over, he constantly
expected to see his fingers come forth stained red with
his own blood,

That he did not know how he had escaped did not make
him less sure that he had been in the hands of fiends,

‘and that they would treat him now even worse if they
laid hands on him again.

Another thing which sorely. puzzled the Duke, and some-
times made him wonder if he was dreaming or crazy,
was that he did not know how he had got into the old
boathouse, for he had no recollection of anything, from
the time he fainted in the Pavilion until he came to him-
self in the boathouse, and found himself there with two
of the Fardale students, who gravely informed him that
they were the guards chosen sto watch the boathouse and
the yacht, and that on coming down there to perform this
nightly office they had found him lying in the boathouse,
unconscious.

They asked him to tell them how he had got there, and
what it meant.

When he roused up and began to state wildly that he had
been hazed in the Pavilion by Chip Merriwell and a num-
ber of others, the young fellows only laughed at him.

“I guess you’ve been drinking,” they told him. “Chip
Merriwell is lame, and couldn’t have got down there; and,

besides, we saw him at the dormitory just before we came

down. You're having a pipe dream.”

It was then that the Duke had fled out of the boat-’

house, yelling that everybody and. everything was in a
conspiracy against him.
Now, as Clancy had anticipated, he was hurrying to tell
his story to Colonel Gunn.
The Duke found Gunn in his study, but getting ready
_ to go home for the night; and he heard the colonel mut-
tering strangely, for it ruffled the worthy man mightily to
be torn out of the even tenor of his way.
_ The Duke, always a confident young person, rapped with
- loud confidence.
- Old Gunn turned with a snarl.

“Come in!” he cried, in an injured tone,

The Duke camie in, white-faced, with eyes so big that
they seemed to stare like those of an owl.
- “Well, what is it?” snapped Gunn.

Un Ok have come to report on the outrageous treatment
Maer

Gunn sank into his chair.

“Sit down, my poor boy,” he invited; “you are—a-hum !

you are Mr. Anselm Basil, I believe?”

“Colonel Gunn, that is my name, and I——”

at —ataw | ee Aap thar Rear rite fiend, en

often I ake wanted all students of Fardale
f.the deadly cigarette, which is especially harm-
rain and the tissues that are still in a state of
t; as the paper covers of aT ie, by burn-
a poison that——”
; piatatken,, Colonel Gunn; bear

ay nad to de > with another “unfortanate

“youth to-night who has been violating the strict rules” “ay

of the academy against the use of cigarettes, and, as I
understand, he is your close friend—your chum. His
name is Mr. Bronson Avery, and when he came to me
here, at Fardale, I had every reason to think he was a
young gentleman of habits. A-hum! It dis- .
tresses me to——”

“But I have been hazed—I have been-——’

“Take a chair, please, Mr. Basil, and pray proceed’ to
calm yourself. You are under a great delusion, but, of
course, it seems to you

“T know what I’m talking about!
I’ve got to report? I know who the hazers are———

“You have, as I have recently been informed—you have
been staying down at the Pavilion more or less, at night, —
with your friend, Mr. Bronson Avery. Correct me, if I
have been misinformed.” Vise

“Yes, and

“Quiet—quiet !
injure yourself by doing so. You and Mr.
been down there, smoking cigarettes most immoderately,

correct

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very reprehensible

looking on the wine when it is red;
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‘But I have been hazed!” yelled the Duke. “I have a
been hazed !” | Hirde tM

“Your friend, Mr. Avery, losing his reason, also, tele-
phoned me that you were being hazed, and I took a fast.
horse and sleigh, and wént down there. I had a driver

‘with me, who will corroborate all I say. And when | we

”

arrived there——

“By the way—how did you get here, Mr. Basil, singe
you were down there—if you were down there?”

“T don’t know.”

“Just as I thought. You do not know. Your friend
came raving to us out of the woods, and told a fabulous
story. And now you are here, and can’t even tell how you
got here, I think, a-hum, if I may be allowed to iil
cate———”

“Will you let me tell you thie those hazers, were?”
said the Duke, confused and trembling.

“IT will hear what you have to say, of course.
But—~”

“They were, Chip Merriwell, Owen Clancy, Kess, Jelliby,
and——”

“There is no need to go further, I assure you. A- aged

a-hum{ For I know, of course, that this cannot be true,
and I dislike to hear false accusations, even though ‘they
are made by one who is not just right in his mind, rai

”

is——

“You do not believe me?”

“You saw Mr. Merriwell there?” oY
“T did! He had a mask over his face, but I—~” f
“Utter nonsense—arrant nonsense!” said Gunn, “Mr.
Merriwell was right here in this study, seated in the chair :

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_which you now occupy, when this alleged outrage was
being committed, as I happen to know; for I myself was

at that very time talking with him. A-hum!

see why-—
- Well T know Clancy was eae there, and a

riwell was down there.” hip
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Positively, Mr. Basil, I can-
I know. better.

“That will do! A-hum.
not listen to this farrago of nonsense.
You see,.I positively know better.”

“And you will not believe

“Mr. Basil, I cannot believe what you say, when I know
_ better. Youand your friend have been drinking and smok-
ing, and this is the result. I am afraid I shall have to
call the attention of the faculty to your conduct. The
good name of Fardale Academy must be upheld at what-
ever cost. But before I take that extreme step, Mr. Basil,

1 shall, in justice to you, have a physician look at both
you and your friend in the morning. I thought at first
it was a case of insanity, on the part of Mr. Avery, but
now I fear it is nothing but the hallucinations produced
by alcohol and tobacco.. Good night, Mr. Basil.”

The Duke backed blindly to the door, stumbled when he
“was passing over the threshold, for his amazement and
his sense of defeat had made him almost blind, and he feil
in the hall, sprawling.

Before he could recover himself, Gunn was at his side,
to lift and support him. \
-“Outrageous—outrageous!” he heard Gunn muttering.
“Absolutely so intoxicated that he falls down in trying
to walk, yet still has the effrontery to visit me in my
study. Outrageous! Preposterous! . A-hum—a-haw !”

The Duke shambled away, crushing his hat down on his
head and groaning.

“A sad case, showing the effects of whisky and ciga-
rettes—two evils I have been trying hard to root out of
-. Fardale,” Gunn muttered, as he saw him disappear.

He had turned back into his study, got his coat and
his cane, and was coming out, to make his way home-
ward, when he heard a thunderous burst of sound beyond
the campus.

The hazers had learned that the Duke had gone to
“squeal” to Colonel Gunn, and were waiting for him to
_ reappear.

Their assurance that he would meet defeat was forti-
fied when they saw his shambling manner, his hat crushed

over his eyes, and his general air of failure, as he came
out to the street.
And, lining up before him, they had broken into that
thunderous outburst of yelling, before the Duke could
get away.

CHAPTER XI.
A WILD RACE AGAINST TIME:

The Duke and Avery fled from the doctor who was sent
to examine into their sanity, and took refuge in the
_ Pavilion.

It was the Duke who had leased the Pavilion and fitted
ft up, and he considered that he could live there if he
_ wished, and even before that he had fitted the place with

a few cots,:as well as stoves.

The Duke and his friend were in a state of sad mental
? confusion.. That a Basil could be subjected to the humilia-
tion the Duke had endured was almost too amazing for

belief. Always the Duke had been the “whole thing” at
home, in school, and everywhere else; had been favored
and kow-towed to, because the Basil family had wealth
and social position. And now, here, at Fardale, he had
been treated thus,

- Both the Duke and Avery vowed that they were through

with eee ‘The Pavilion was the Duke’s, by virtue -

his lease, and they would stay there as long as_ they
wished, and then go away—home, or somewhere.

They had food brought down, and also some liquor. It
was impossible to stand their sense of humiliation without
a bracer of some sort.

They knew, or thought they knew, they were watched
by other students and by various curious people, for,
though Colonel Gunn remained in blissful ignorance,
many people in Fardale, and nearly all the students, be-
lieved the story of the Jolly Dogs’ hazing stunt.

When some of his friends came down from Fardale
and questioned the Duke and asked him about the ice
yacht, which had been built to compete for the honor of
representing Fardale in the race against Fairport, the
Duke declared that the yacht was his, as his money had
bought the materials and even the plans, and that he was
through with Fardale.

But, after two or three days of this, both the. Duke and
Avery began to relent. They were surprised that Colonel
Gunn did not come down to interview them and beg them —
to return, He had not sent even a messenger to make a
single inquiry.

Some curious Fardale people came and asked questions,
and received rough answers, and the Duke’s Fardale
friends came, though they seemed to be weakening. As
for the other students, they ignored the Pavilion and. the
fellows who were in it.

To be ignored was for the Duke a new and very un-
pleasant experience. And to remain out on the lonely
lakeside, with only snowy hills round him, and the win-
ter’ winds whistling about, became- decidedly lonesome
and tiresome. ?

Discovering, by tracks in the new snow that had fallen,
that some one had been down in the night spying on
them, the Duke brought out his bear trap, and, with some”
difficulty, he and Avery pried open the huge iron jaws
and set the trap, with the log of wood fastened to the
chain.

They were doing this, when the telephone rang, and they
got into conversation over the wire with one of their
Fardale student friends.

What this friend had to say was not especially im-
portant, but he wanted to see Avery that evening in the |
town, and asked him if he would not drive in. 7 f
*So Avery went away with the horse and sleigh they —
were keeping out there, and the Duke was left alone with
his black thoughts.

To make matters pass’ more €ongenially and brighten
his thoughts, he now and then drank a little out of the
bottle of liquor he had.

‘He had forgotten about the bear trap, which he- and
Avery were to plant when Avery returned, and, in blun- |
dering about, half intoxicated, he blundered into it, and
felt the heavy jaws crush down on his foot!

He could not open the jaws without help, and sas a
prisoner.

Struggling to get into the room where the

door of the stove, and let a lot of hot coals
the floor.

Before he knew it e. had a very pretty tittle 4
on the floor, and the pain in his foot, driving hi:
made it almost impossible for him to combat it,

 
In wild fright, he got into the room which held the
telephone, and rang up Fardale, shouting his predicament
to cehtral.

And central sent the news at once to Colonel Gunn.

Gunn notified the Fardale fire department.

“The worthy colonel had hurried as fast as he could

down from his study, when he encountered “ Chip
Merriwell.

“Terrible news!” he. exploded. “The Pavilion is on
fire, and that half-crazed student, Mr. Basil, is trapped

in the building, and, for some reason can’t get out; he
shouted over the phone to central that he was about to be
burned there alive. We’ve got to do something! I’ve
phoned the fire department, but it will take time for
them to get there.”

Chip did not at the moment know where Kess and
Claney and his other friends were. He thought at once
of the ice yacht.

“Colonel Gunn,” he said, with a flash of inspiration, “I
can run up there in almost no time with our ice yacht.
I really need some one to help me—to get it out, and to
lie on the crossbeam; but there’s a bag of sand down
there, and——”

“T’ll go with you,” shouted Gunn; “we must save that
poor, half-crazed boy from a dreadful death.”

“We'll go to the boathouse in a sleigh,” said Chip. “I
saw one standing hitched and ready by the stable, to be
used by some one. We'll beg for its use. I'll get it.”

He shot away, running at sprinting speed.

Before Gunn could do more than get to the. street,
Chip was there, with the horse jumping and the sleigh
bells jingling.

He leaped out, and helped Gunn in, with a. push.

Then they were off and away.

“Do not spare the horse,”
boy——”

The wind, produced by the speed of the horse, caught
his breath away.

Chip did not spare the horse, and they were at the
‘boathouse in inconceivably quick time.

Gunn valiantly helped to get the Jce Queen out on the
lake.

Chip asked for aid in getting down the sand bag.

“What is this for?” said Gunn.

“We need a weight on this end of the crossbeam, when
the yacht is making speed; we usually have a couple 6f
heavy boys out there.”

“I will go out there myself,” said Gunn.
me what you want me to do,”

He stretched out on the crossbeam, as Chip directed,

and, with the hoisted sail catching the breeze, the Ice
Queen was away, with a tearing jump.
The next moment Colonel Gunn felt all the sensations
of flying, and some more. The crossbeam end to which
he clung rose bodily off the ice, bringing the runner into
the air, and Gunn found himself waving up and down,
up and down.

said Gunn; “that poor

  
  
   
 
 
  
  
  
 
   
    
  
   

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His hat flew off, because he could not cling to it and
cling to the crossbeam; his eyeglasses snapped out to
the length of their holding cord and whipped violently,
‘and even the colonel himself, heavy as he was, seemed
| about to ‘shoot off into space.

¥ EChip Merriwell was giving the Jce Queen all she would
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tion than he would have treated Villum Kess, had Kess
been on the crossbeam, for Chip had a shrewd idea that
the Duke would not have sent in that alarming message
without good reason.

He was half fearing that the Duke was intoxicated,
and had managed to set fire to the pavilion, and then that
something had happened to cripple him, so that he couldn't
get out.

“This—is—ah——

“Just hang on!” Chip yelled, in the roaring of the run-
ners and the wind, when he heard Gunn trying so hard
to express his feelings. ‘“‘We’ve got to make time, and
this is the way to do it. Hang on like a leech, Colonel
Gunn !”

“T—am—ah—a-hum—I am—Mr. Merriwell!” Gunn bel-
lowed back, with an effort at courage and cheerfulness.

The Ice Queen was hitting a clip of at least forty miles
an hour, and that was going some, under the conditions,
though in a race, with everything just as it should be, and
a proper crew to aid, Chip knew that the ice boat he had

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than fifty miles an hour was the limit of her speed.

There was a high moon, and the lake lay like shining
steel, and all beyond were rolling hills sheeted in snow,
except where the whiteness of the snow was broken by
lines of cedars and pines.

The roaring of the runners, the high whine and whistle
of the wind, the fluttering buzz of the sail, and the clat-
tering snapping of some loose rope ends, made a din in
which all other sounds, it seemed, must be lost, yet Chip
had heard the colonel’s yells when his hat went off, and
heard now and then his loud mutterings.

The lights at the Pavilion rose, and then Chip saw a
flare of fire through one of the windows, a sight that
jumped his heart into his mouth.

Colonel Gunn saw nothing—not even the ice which went
whizzing by, though now and then, as the crossbeam fell
with him, he felt that he was going to crash down
on it.

Chip gave the tiller a turn, ia enait his clutch of the
sheet of the sail, which had seemed already pulling his
arm out of. its socket, and the /ce Queen, getting more
of the breeze in the bellying canvas, increased its speed
with another startling jump.

Gunn yelled, for the crossbeam jerked up with him till
he thought the ice yacht was about to turn over.

“Hold on!” Chip screamed. “We'll be there in another
minute. I see the fire now. Hold on, Colonel Gunn!”

~Ah-—T—am-—holding—on—Mr. Merriwell!” Gunn called
back.

He felt even his coat loosening on his back. He was
lying flat on the crossbeam, now sprawled on it, with his
arms and legs wrapped round it, and his hair and whis-
kers were fluttering in the wind like torn ribbons.

“T—ah—am—holding—on—Mr. Merriwell!” he yelled
again, as once more the walking beamlike movement of
the crossbeam shot him skyward.

The lights of the Pavilion and that flare of fire seemed
to be hurled at Chip, who, while manipulating tiller and
sheet, and trying to watch every slightest motion of the
yacht, was ever staring through the night at the Pavilion,
as his fancy pictured the probably horrible condition of the
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“Look out now, Colonel Gunn!” he yelled.

“]~am—looking—out—Mr. Merriwell!”

Chip eased the sheet, shifted the tiller, and the Ice Queen
swung round before the Pavilion, and came to a stop, with
the sail bagging in lazy folds against the mast.

_ With a bump that almost shot the colonel off the beam,
the nose of ‘the ce Queen touched the shore, right under
the, Pavilion’s outthrust balustrade.

“All right now, Colonel Gunn!” said Chip. “We're

5 Throwing a rope round the balustrade, he thus anchored

the yacht.

Colonel Gunn rolled off the beam upon the ice, and then
climbed heavily to his feet. There was a glare of fire
‘through the nearest window, and in its. light his face
Jooked apoplectic.

Chip did not wait for the colonel to get under way.

He flung himself at the Pavilion door.

_ Finding it locked, and hearing answering yells some-
where inside, he caught up a beam of wood he found
and hammered in one of the door panels, through which
he crawled. .

Seeing the colonel coming, Chip kicked away the other

panel, that Gunn might get in.
_ The fire was on the floor before the stove, and had
caught there in a box of wood and kindling material.
The yelling came from the adjacent room.
_ Rushing in there, with Colonel Gunn now plunging
blindly at his heels, Chip found the duke in the bear trap,
own on the floor, not far from the telephone, with the
log of wood and the holding chain inextricably snarled
ound sotne projecting steel bolts that had once been part

of a dumb-waiter, which, had been removed without re-

moving the bolts,

The frightened fellow, half crazed with pain, had tried
to. reach a window in that room, instead of trying to

o the farther way, out of the front door, and had fallen
; nto this predicament.

eee saw that he could do nothing without the colonel’s

ee “you certainly owe your life to Mr. Frank Merri-
, the youth you have so persistently tried to slander.

‘state of mind concerning him. And you know now what
‘it ‘means to be caught in this terrible trap.”

. sess cracking jee story of life at Fardale, and

1a do OA peel te MAE,

WILL O’ THE WISP.

By W. BERT FOSTER.

(This interesting story was commenced in No. 124 of the NEW TIP
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dealer or the publishers.)

CHAPTER XVIII.

PROMOTION.

“Surrender!” shouted the commander of the squad of $

British grenadiers. “Surrender, ye rebel, and instantly, or
your blood be on your own head!”

“Hold—hold, I pray you!” cried Kemp.
helpless people in this chariot

“T care naught for your friends—rebels like yourself,
I swear! Peecene from the horse, sir, and yield your-
self my prisoner.”

Kemp’s high spirit balked at this dewiad: Were the
numbers twice as great against him, and were the car-
riage out of range of the enemy’s fire, he would have
risked seeking to escape by the legs of his good mount.
The big bay snorted and pawed the hard earth, seeming
to feel through its muscles the nervous tremor which
attacked its rider.

The American was of two minds. These people—aside
from Lamson—were not his friends, and this was war!
The awful prison hulks of New York harbor loomed be-
fore his mental vision. It was a moment of terrible in-
decision, yet be found himself, almost involuntarily, seek-
ing to retard the British fire with one more plea.

“Tf ye are men and not murderers!” he shouted, appeal-
ing to the soldiery rather than to their officer, “do not
fire ! There is a woman—a helpless woman in this car-
riage.”

“Surrender !” reared the British officer, raising his
sword on high,

Kemp knew his last plea had failed. The volley must

“There are

come, and he turned swiftly in his saddle, and called =

into the interior of the chariot:

“Down on your knees—down, I say!” He knew the
shots would fly high, because of his position on horse-
back, and he would save the old man and his daughter i
he could from the musket balls.

But here quite an unexpected actor interfered. Bar-

who had mastered his team, and held them champ-

ing at their bits, raised his voice as he saw what men-
aced them all.
strident tone demanded the attention of the commander,
of the British grenadiers. ae

“Weigh well what ye do, sir!. There is a British hes 5
sore wounded and sick, in this carriage.
ye that his life will be endangered. Major John Favor,
who was wounded in-his sword arm at Trenton the other
morning, lies within !” }

Then, in an undertone’ to Kemp, the old man sai
“Quick, sir!

foe. Believe me, sir, it is your only chance!”
Barnaby’s words had evidently stayed the British of

hand for a moment. Now old Perrine got his h

of the carriage door, and raised: his voice, as
“Would ye endanger our lives for the sake of t

ten rebel!” he bawled. “My daughter and : are i

rie ieee of ing Sree bless him!

 

He stood up in his driver’s seat, and in

If ye fire I tell:
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be inquiry over Major Favor’s death if ye harm him—
mark that, whoe’er ye be!”

The officer was finally impressed—that was plain: Major
John Favor was known to him—at least by reputation.
Until he had investigated the truth of these statements
he could not afford to shoot point-blank at the carriage.

“Surrender, you villain!” he commanded Kemp again.
“We'll ‘make: sure of ye first, and took into the chariot
later.”

Barnaby’s advice, however, Kemp thought worth follow-
ing. His own troop of horse, seeing the British foot-
men, were now spurring down upon the carriage. Ifa
general skirmish took place, the occupants of the carriage
would surely be injured.

Spurring his bay suddenly, Kemp forced the brute
around the rear of the vehicle. The movement was so
quickly executed that, the British officer being not quite
decided in his mind as to the course to be pursued, the
American got the chariot betwéen his flying horse and the
enemy before a gun could be discharged. The British
officer reiterated his command for Kemp to surrender, but

‘the latter leaned forward in his saddle, dug his spurs into
the bay, and stretched away across the fields in a long
curve toward his approaching troop. A wave of his sword
to them, too, informed the raiders that the captain desired
them not to attack the British regulars.

Indeed, the time was not opportune for anything of the
kind, even had the carriage and the noncombatants been
removed from the scene.

While these matters had been going forward on the old

Trenton Road, Mawhood’s brigade had pressed steadily
upon the unpracticed ranks of Mercer’s men; they could
not face the bayonets of the charging British.
/ Signaled to return to the main body, Kemp and _ his
troop left the carriage in the hands of the skirmish party
of Britishers, and fled around the John Clark farm to join
the main body of Americans which were being formed
in battle array behind the hill by Washington himself.

In these few moments of the action, brave General
Mercer fell and was put to death by the British as they

charged after the retreating Americans. Washington
ordered Captain Moulder’s battery into the breach, arid
by its aid, and his own personal leadership of the re-
serve force, brought what seemed like a serious defeat to

ultimate victory.
fiiteen minutes at this spot, but it was very severe.

Mawhood’s broken Seventeenth! Regiment fled in the
direction of Trenton to join Cornwallis, who had awak-
ened on this morning to find “the fox” flown from his

‘ lair. Washington pushed on into Princeton, meeting with

m0 opposition until he came near the present site of the
colleges. There the British Fifty-fifth Regiment offered

a sharp resistance, but the Americans could not be halted,
-and with the Fortieth Regiment, the broken Fifty-fifth fled

_ toward New Brunswick.

_ Well ‘had Cornwallis called Washington “the fox.” In

ss ‘the movements of this third of January, 1777, his strateg'y
fooled the British at every point.

rned by the sound of heavy guns in which direction

bels had escaped, the British general hastened from

toward Princeton by the very road on which

ad had his adventure with the file of grenadiers

quire*Perrine’s cfrriage.
ities was driven through town by Barnaby

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fled. from the Clark farm, and was hurrying on toward
Morristown when the Americans began their battery attack
upon the college building in which a troop of the enemy
was sheltered. ;

Meanwhile Kemp had been sent back with Major Kelley
to destroy the bridge at Worth’s Mill,’and so baffle the
advance of Cornwallis. The British appeared before this’

work was accomplished by the Americans, and opened a 4

disastrous, fire of round shot upon the little party of sap-
pers and miners.

regular troops, and even some of Kemp’s men ran at the

_ first discharge, for the field pieces of the enemy had an

excellent range of the bridge.

Kemp dismounted, as: had Major Kelley himself, per-
sonally to aid in the destruction of the bridge, and at—
the first stampede his big bay ran away. The young man —
could not be behind his superior, however, and with
Major Kelley. continued the task which had been set
them by Washington. They cut away a portion of the
bridge while the musket. balls and round shot menaced
their lives. There were still some planks to be thrown |
down, and Kemp ‘was doing this work with his bare |
hands, while Major Kelley was below cutting through | a
log which afforded support to some of the principal
timbers. ~

Suddenly, and with an unexpected crash, the timbers. 2
gave way. Kemp darted back to the Princeton side of the
stream without an instant to spare, and as he reached |
safety he heard a cry of distress from the stream. _

Major Kelley had not escaped. The breaking of the
timber had precipitated him into the stream, which ran
full and swiftly at this point. At this disaster, and with
the British charging down Millet’s Hill toward the bridge,:
the men believed their leader lost, and fled back toward
the town. The junior officers could not stay this stam-
pede, and although Kemp ran down to the edge of the —
water, he could see nothing of Major Kelley. To remain —
longer was to court death, and so he, too, hastened afoot.
toward the town.

Kelley was not drowned, however, but fell into “the
hands of the enemy, which, finding the bridge impassable,
plunged into the breast-deep stream, and crossed in ‘this .
way. Forming on the other side, they -continued their
march to Princeton. 3

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the town, Kemp came
upon a temporary breastwork in which had been place
one of the cannons abandoned by .Mawhood, and which —
Washington could not take with him upon his departure.

Kemp slewed this gun around, aimed it over the breast-
work, and, as the column of British came on from Ston
Brook, the men’s icy clothing clanking almost like armor,
he discharged the thirty-two pounder almost in their
faces.

This shot led Cornwallis to believe that Washi ston
intended to make a stand at, Princeton. He halted his
main body, and sent out skirmishers to “feel” the ehemy.
After an hour’s, maneuvering, including the formation of
a battery to take the little redoubt by storm, the British
learned that both the latter and the town itsélf had been
deserted by the Americans some time before, and that
Washington was already a long way on the road toward
the Millstone River, following close upon the flying For-
tieth and Fifty-fifth Regiments! oh

‘Kemp had been fortunate enough to see his bay | orse

in the eae of a Whig seit of the oor,

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mounting the beast, he spurred after the main army,
where he reported Major Kelley’s capture to Washington.
At no time had the great leader of the cause been so
beloved as now; the movements of the past few days had
shown him to be the possessor of remarkable military
genius, and his bold courting of death in rallying the
troops after the retreat of Mercer’s men at Clark’s house,
‘where he stood in the open between the opposing British
and American lines and withstood the combined discharge
eid the musketry of both sides without suffering harm,
- caused the more superstitious of his followers to believe
that ‘the bullet was not molded that could touch his ex-
cellency !”

_ Thus marching and fighting, the American troops were
physically unable to pursue the flying enemy farther.
When we consider that many had not eaten since supper
time of the second, at Trenton, and that entire regiments
were without stockings, and wore only broken shoes, is it
not marvelous that they were sustained to this point, even
by the high courage of their leader?
- Washington gave up the pursuit at Kingston, and re-
tired to Rocky Hill for rest and refreshment. Believing
the stores at New Brunswick were still in jeopardy, Corn-
-wallis abandoned many of his. wagons and supplies to the
care of some three hundred men, and pushed on, as he
‘supposed, to save the larger magazine from capture by the
Americans.

Local Whigs, delighted and encouraged by the action
at Princeton, sent in word to the American camp of the
situation of the broken-down wagons and guard, and
Captain Roger Kemp was the fortunate officer who heard
this news first. With the enthusiasm, if not the reck-
Jessness, of youth, Kemp saw an opportunity for striking
the enemy another blow; yet so exhausted were the
troops that he knew it would be useless to present his

heme at headquarters. Nor was it a game for the light
horse to enter into.

eeking out some of Major Kelley’s command, Kemp

athered a party of fiftéen or twenty reckless spirits, that

unger, cold, or ragged apparel could not quench, and led
hein by the help of a local guide into the wood in which
he British baggage camp was established.

With the ee of a war Kk OSsty of Indians ap-

B fore leaving the American camp the leader had
cted each man as to his duty. When they arrived

x emp remained at the spot where the file halted, screen-
ng his body behind the bole of a tree, and watching the
ifting figures about the British camp fires; meanwhile
alf his men went to the right and half to the left, thus

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“Forward, men! Charge!” he exclaimed, and fired both
his horse pistols into the camp.

His command was for the benefit of’ ete British, not to
be obeyed by his own followers. It was their signal to
raise their own voices in wild whoops, and every man
discharged his piece as rapidly as he could load and fire it
again,

To the astonished and panic-stricken British guards it
seerned that they were almost surrounded by a large body
of American troops, and not a few bullets reached their
billets.

- Retreat was instantly sounded, and, taking such of the
wagons as were fit for trav eling, the British departed to-
ward New Brunswick, letting the remaining stores fall
into the hands of the delighted patriots.

Leaving his men to follow on ‘the trail of the retreat-
ing British, and so harass them that they would not re-
turn, Kemp hastened to secure the assistance of horses,
and the stores—including what the Americans needed
more than aught else, ‘woolen clothing—were drawn into -
the American camp.

These activities brought Roger Kemp again to the par-
ticular notice of the commandér in chief, and one of the
first uses to which Washington put the dictatorial powers
conferred upon him by Congress was the raising of the
young captain’s grade to that of major. This occurred
when the Americans had taken up their winter quarters
at Kimble’s Mountain, near Morristown, but. before the
British forces had been driven ignominiously from the —
Jersey plantations, :

CHAPTER XIX,
THE UNRAVELED SKEIN.

American forces many
the British who were

From the hill quarters of the
parties were sent forth to harass
+ lying sullenly at andi near their supply depot, New Bruns-
wick, and young Major Kemp commanded one of these,
which, at daybreak of a certain clear January morning, ~
set forth from the encampment to patrol the roads to the
‘north and east of Morristown.

Kemp remembered very vividly how the people age
Jersey had treated the despairing column) of Continentals
as they fled, scarcely two months before, across Jersey,
with Cornwallis’ triumphant army in pursuit, Now. the
farmers and merchants—many. who had been lukewarm
and some of positive Tory proclivities—incensed at the —

bad faith of the English and the depredations of the Hes- —
sians and certain of the dragoon companies, were very 4:

friendly. to these patrol and foraging parties from the |
American camp. a
They were to be depended upon to give the latest news

~ of the movements of the British troops, at least, and less

than a mile out of the camp, and near the spot where |

ing in a semicircle about this end of the encamp-' once Kemp, on his sorry horse, had taken to a sheep

_ The captain oe five hundred slowly, which,

a ‘road which the greater body of British Hisch had
red. earlier in the day was left open by. this small

of ambushers ; but on the other three sides the mien,

rom tree to tree until Pid had an unbroken view |

bath. to escape the pursuit of te dragoons, the ee

British horse had, only a he before, aie h

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. This pahohnee took Kemp and his command

 
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Perrine and the smaller one of Joseph Langdon were
situated.

They would have passed the junction of this byroad
with the main highway without a suspicion that the
enemy was near, had not Kemp heard his name called
from the bushes, and drawn in his horse to learn the
identity of the person hailing him.

“Master Roger Kemp! Master Roger Kemp!” the
voice called, and the American officer beheld the head and
shoulders of Hughey Langdon, the foolish youth, rising
above_the bushes.

“What’s the matter with you,
Major Kemp. “Is all well at home?.
ther?”

So many questions at once seemed to confuse the
boy. He stammered for a2 moment, and finally blurted
out: “We got comp’ny at the house. They’re makin’
mother git dinner for ’em. An’—an’ they killed our last
cow, ’cause there warn’t nothin’ else to eat.”

“What’s this?” cried Kemp, riding closer.
eh? Who are they—cowboys, or skinners?”

“They ain’t no redcoats. They’ve got blue coats and
big black hats——”

“Hessians!” cried Kempi.

“Ten, an it please ye, sir.’

Kemp selected a file of his men an sent the ‘others on
with his minor officers after the raiders for whom they
were already in search. Learning that the strangers were
-at dinner, having forced the farmer’s wife to serve them
on her best china and homespun linen as though it were

feast day, Kemp and his men approached the house
quietly, surrounding the premises before they allowed
their presence to be made known.

The kitchen was in an ell of the farmhouse, “tee win-
dows on either side, and the dinner table was spread in
the center of the room. The Hessians had not left a
sentinel outside, believing that the country people were too
frightened to do aught. Their arms were stacked in the
corners of the room.

Hughey was sent in by Kemp to get his mother out of
the room for a moment, and the instant the woman and
her son disappeared, the Americans popped up at the
‘ windows like jacks-in-boxes, smashed in the sashes with
the butts of their guns, and covered the feasting Hes-
- sians.

Kemp ordered their sur con dint in German, and in terms
0 ‘plain and decisive that they could not mistake his
In ten minutes
they were lined up outside the house, disarmed com-
pletely, and started on foot for the American camp, with

Hughey?” demanded

How is your fa-

“Foragers,

“How many, Hughey?”

- Kemp’s men as guards.

-. The major remained behind to discuss the incident with
_ Mistress Langdon, and inquire regarding her husband’s
plight.. Fortunately the Hessians had believed her state-
‘ment that her husband was ill, and had not interfered
with him. Joseph Langdon was but slowly recovering
- from the wounds he had received at Fort Washington;
he knew Kemp, however, when the young man tiptoed into
7 < chamber, and weakly thanked him for the aid he
tended to Mistress Langdon and the household.

§ hard—it is hard!” the good man groaned, “that
ie here, helpless, while others fight the. country’s
And his La ce The ‘y say he is having won-

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of the American troops since he had joined Washington
at Newark. The story seemed to compensate poor Lang-.
don for much that he had suffered.
“Blood must be spent, and wounds be suffered, for our’ Ms
glorious cause,” he whispered weakly. “But liberty is 7
worthy of great sacrifice, sir—great sacrifice!” iS
His visitor was reminded keenly of Major John Raves
scornful remarks anent this subject. During these past
two months, Kemp had been in close touch with these men
who were chasing the “will-o’-the-wisp” of liberty, and —
none of them had shown more earnestness and faith in |
the righteousness of the cause than this poor, wounded —
farmer, whom the struggle had already impoverished and |
made ill.
Having divided his troops, and being left here alone, ite
Kemp felt the spur of haste. He spent but a few min- 4
utes at the farmer’s bedside, intending to ride after his
-main command, and had already mounted his bay at the
“Langdon door, when he saw a flying figure approscans a
along the road. : He
a black boy, whose tattered hat waving is his :

@ [t was
intended to gain the officer’s atten- —

hand was evidently
tion,

“He’s from the great house, Master Roger,”
Langdon said. “That is Squire Perrine’s Sam.” we

It was the boy who had assisted .Kemp when the
latter escaped from Favor and the dragoons the morning —
he had stopped at Perrine House, and, seeing that the —
negro was plainly desirous of speaking to him, Rane

Mistress

. spurred along the road.

“Hi, yi!” cackled the darky, when he came within a S
“Youse jes’ de gemmen I wants ter see, Mars’
Roger. We done hear youse was over yon, an’ she. sen’
me for ye—yas, she did, sah!” ‘5
“Who sent you?” demanded Kemp, drawing in his haere 2h
suddenly. ih a

“Mistis Sylvia.”

“Why does she send for me, boy?”

shot.

And Kemp half —
turned the bay, as though he would have much preferred «.
‘riding in the opposite direction. :
She des want siepecaine: ioe
‘nough?” cried the darky, who was used to seeing every-

“Marey on us, sah!
body and everything obey Mistress Sylvia Perrine. “An’
she in a powerful hurry.” / id

Kemp was actually tempted to refuse the request.
membering the various meetings which he had had with
the squire’s daughter since his return to the country, he
really saw no reason why he should be at her beck and -
call now. If she had saved his life on the morning of the
battle of Trentony when she thrust his fallen sword into
his hand as Favor sought to run him through, Kemp had
in return given her the British major’s life when she
pleaded for it. They were quits there, he believed. aay

The darky seemed to read something of the indecision
in his face, and he broke out with: “Mars’ Roger! Do:
yo’ go back on poor Mistis Sylvia. She turrible troubled
in her mind ’béut now. An’ dis ’ere mighty “portant.”

Kemp looked down at him suddenly. aoe is no tray
Sam?” * ' Py

“A trap, sah?” repeated the black, in ‘clic

“t mean there are no redcoats there to seize me?”

JWot you take us for? Dere ain’ nobody dere—lessen
it be de ol’. squire, an’ he ain’. “ rf

oS for what h
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arm all bunged up,” he

_ dere but Majah Favah—’n’ he’s f
added, with a knowing grin.

Much mystified, Kemp paced his horse slowly to Perrine
House. Although he did not distrust the child who had
aided him so well in his previous escape from peril here,
he examined the surroundings carefully before he dis-
mounted before the squire’s door.

“What:am I to do, Sam?” he asked, turning in per-
plexity to the black boy. But he was only in time to see
the scamp’s coat tails disappearing around the corner of
the house.

_ There was not a soul in sight; but suddenly there smote

“upon his ears the voices of men in angry altercation, and,
leaping down, Kemp fastened his horse and: mounted the
broad piazza. One of the long windows—indeed, the
very one through which he had escaped that other morn-
ing—was ajar, and he recognized the voices of the old
squire and Major Favor.

“So you threaten me, do ye?” Perrine was snarling.
when Kemp came to the window and rapped.

Nobody paid the least attention to the summons, how-
ever, for Favor took up the old man’s words instantly.
 “[’m not threatening you. I’m telling you what will
happen, that’s all. For the time my Lord Cornwallis
‘must retreat before these ragamuffins. But the war can
end in but one way, I tell you! You know that yourself.”

-“T ain’t so sure as I was, major,” cried Perrine sneer-
ingly. “T’ve éeen the redcoats run twice from W ashittg-
‘ton’s troops
“And you call yourself a loyal man, squire!”

“I may be loyal,” interrupted Perrine sharply, “but I
-ain’t a fool. Mebbe the king won’t beat ’em, after all. Do
T want to make my neighbors any more ugly with me by
‘helping you, sir? That’s the question, I take it. You an’
your friends have got to skedaddle before these raga-

muffins, and you want me to buy up the Lawe premises so
as to save ’em from depredation till the British get con-
trol of Jersey ag’in—an’ it'll be a wonder if the Conti-
nentals don’t overrun my place before they’re through. I
 ain’t a man to hide my light under a bushel; my neigh-
bors know pretty much how I feel about this war.”
; “You're two-faced, sir!” cried Favor angrily. “I doubt,

»majesty. Mind you this, sirrah: We British have not
entirely given up the colony yet. A word from me,
Squire Perrine, and your house would be razed to the

ound, and every dollar’s worth if stock you've got run

“Father! father!” cried a third voice, and for the first
ime Kemp was informed that Mistress Sylvia was in the

room. He pushed the window wide open and looked.

The old man had risen, with shaking hands and _pas-
sion-inflamed face, to confront the bulky British major.
The girl stood with clasped Hands (d frightened coun-
jenance watching them both, and, #fthough she faced the
windows, she had not observed emp.

‘Favor turned suddenly to glance at the girl, and his ex-
pression was not pleasant.
onfident that your heart is, and has always been, with
1 rebels. Every servant about this place is rotten with
re hery—and they are devoted to you. And I have not
fo a that you. aiddt O34 Seer oie.

'a bow to the panting old fellow,

.fox’s name on the

“As for you, mistress, I am

“And she did right, by Heaven!” interrupted Perrine.
You would have, murdered an unarmed- man—you took
every advantage of him. I’m ashamed that I once aided
you in this very room to try and capture the fellow. |
believe now you would really have killed him, had he
not so fortunately escaped you.”

“And you believe rightly,” the major said scornfully.
“I'd have put the rascal out of the way with pleasure.
It is.he/I fear more than anything else when I go back to
this property old Michael
Take

“

New York. You shall help save
Lawe left me, Perrine, or you'll lose your own, sir!
your choice.”

Kemp had played the eavesdropper longer than he cared
to. He now stepped into the room through the window
by which he had once escaped. ;

“Suppose I have a word to say on that point, John
Favor?” he suggested, breaking in upon the discussion.

Favor’s hand went toward his sword ‘hilt even as he
wheeled; but a spasm of pain convulsed his face, and he
did not draw the weapon. His right arm would never be
straight again, and it was still stiff and’ unmanageable.

“This is not a matter to discuss over sword thrusts,”
Kemp said quietly. “We are past that, Major Favor. I
have it in my power to set a considerable guard about
this house, and I can a: Squire Perrine’—with
who had dropped back
into his chair again—‘that whatever may be your private
opinion regarding the virtues of the controversy which is
at“present rending the country, your property and rights
shall be preserved as long as, by so doing, may. men may
not injure the American cause.’

“Roger Kemp!” Mistress Sylvia exclaimed,
do this?”

“I doubt not, mistress,” cried Favor, turning, with a
sneer, to her, “that he will do much for you. You have
done much for him. It was your cursed impudence that
startled me so at Lawe House that night Master Kemp
and I met there. Oh, I know whose hand wrote the old
wall, and I’ve known it for some

assure you,

“Can you

time.”

Perrine sprang up again. “You are jnsulting, sir!” he
gasped. “You speak so because my daughter has refused
to marry you. And I blame her not a bit for it! You
are a scoundrel!” Pons

“Ud never married her but for the satisfaction of hum-
bling such a proud-necked wench!” exclaimed Favor.
“She helped Barnaby Lamson get this young fool away
from Lawe House that night, I’ll be bound. She's a.
traitor, and I’ve strong doubts of your loyalty, as I tell ye,
sirrah!” he added, shaking his finger at Perrine.

The latter turned to his daughter. “Is this so, Sylvia?
Is your heart for these low ruffians who are against our
rightful king?” the old man demanded, more sorrow fully
than in: anger.

Mistress Sylvia came swiftly to him and put her arm —
oyer his shoulder. Perhaps she saw something in her
father’s face that gave her courage, for her eyes began
to twinkle, and she asked roguishly: ae

“Ought we to call the patriot army ruffians, with
Kemp i is present, and has just offered his kind
our benefit, father?”

“Zounds!” ejaculated
there!”

He looked at the amazed Resins with a ‘grow 0
upon his ruddy face. “Ha! you seem to be risi

Perrine, * “the wench

 
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Washington’s favor, Roger, and Mr. Washington seems
to be rising in the favor of the people. If I would keep
my dollars while your encampment lies so near, I presume
I'd best keep my private beliefs to myself, eh?”

“Noncombatants are not interfered with by the Ameri-

can arms,” Kemp said gravely. “You have a right to your
own Opinions; you have no right to assist the enemy by
other expressions than those of good will. And if we
demand sustenance of you, you will receive compensa-
tion, if you will not give of a free heart.”
“Very good! Very good, indeed!” snarled Favor, turn-
ing toward the door. He looked back at Kemp. “I pre-
sume you will take possession of my property now, sir.
3ut a day of reckoning will’ come, remember. ‘The law
gives me Michael Lawe’s estate, as the nearest male meth-
ber of his family.”

Mistress Sylvia suddenly broke away from her father
and approached the two younger men. “The property
once belonging to poor Master Lawe shall go to him whom
the old man wished to have it.”

“And how know you the old man’s mind, mistress?”
demanded Favor sharply.

“[ was with him when he died. I was his only con-
fidante for weeks. It was to gather up a few little keep-
sakes which he had given me, that I chanced to be belated
at the house the night you géntlemen arrived there.”
She looked at her father pleadingly. “You know, dear
dad, I always would run about by myself.”

“I know ye’ve always had your own way from the cradle,
mistress!” admitted the squire.

“What has all this to do with the matter?” demanded
John Favor, “The estate is mine. I was the nearest of
kin. Ihave possession.”

“By your own admission you will not long retain pos-
session, sir!’’ she exclaimed sharply. “You are afraid of
the Americans seizing it. Let me disabuse your, mind,
sir, of any doubt that you can in the future lay claim to it
legally. The estate was never yours, nor did poor Master
Lawe intend you to obtain it.”

She turned to Kemp himself now with a little, pleading
gesture of her hands, and he saw that there were tears in
her. eyes. No longer was she the haughty little beauty who
had frozen him with her scornful glance and indifferent
manner.

“I doubted you, Roger Kemp. You came here at a
time when your country was in peril, and you spoke as
though you had little interest in the matter—as though
you cared only for your personal affairs and nothing for
the public cause. But you have proven a true patriot at
heart—and a true man. Here; this I have retained for
you since the day Michael Lawe died. He had little con-
fidence, in the young lawyer who attended to his affairs,
and he gave me’ the paper to keep.”

While speaking, she drew a stiff and folded parchment
from the honsewife’s bag she wore at her belt, and thrust
it into Kemp’s hand.

“It is his will,” she said brokenly. “You are the right-
ful owner of Lawe House, and this man has no legal right
to it at®all!” And she pointed a trembling finger at
Favor.

The shock of this statement to Major Roger Kemp was
weak, indeed, beside the shock of his previous discovery.

_ The girl whom he had believed a Tory like her father,

“\was, it seemed, all the time a faithful adherent to the cause

his own fault—his own first lack of enthusiasm for the
American cause—that had kept Kemp in the dark.

Perhaps Squire Perrine was somewhat shocked by his
daughter’s plain avowal, too. But Mistress Sylvia had
selected a moment when the old man was half tempted
himself to throw off his allegiance to the king’s cause.

He was enraged at Favor, Kemp had promised him
protection, and the old man’s heart was turned toward
the young fellow. Shrewdly he read something unspoken
in the faces of both his daughter and Roger Kemp, and
he pointed the British officer to the door.

“T tell ye what it is, John Favor!” he rasped out, “your
company'll be dispensed with on easy terms. Don’t you
see that you’re in the way, man?”

Before he had spoken, the British major was through
the door and had banged it after him.

Kemp and Sylvia stood looking at each other. The

young major’s glance grew brighter and his manner more

assured during the few seconds’ silence that followed.

To the girl’s face there flew a deepening color, and finally
her glance wavered and fell, before his bolder eyes. '

“Ha, hum!” exclaimed the squire, clearing his throat
loudly, and sidling himself toward the door. “I better
take my own advice, I reckon. But let me tell ye, Roger
Kemp,” he added, looking back at them before closing the
portal, “that ye’ve got to be on the winning side, ter git
my wench. I don’t care much which side it is—not as
things look now; but if you stick with Mr. Washington,
he’s gotter win—or you lose.”

9

“T have chosen the winning side, sir,” Kemp assured
him, with a bow. Then as the door closed, he stretched
out the hand which held the will toward the girl.

“I do not wish this paper, Sylvia, without all that poor
Uncle Lawe meant me to have with it,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she whispered, still looking down.

“You know what was once his pet desire. I was a short-
sighted fool—I would not listen to him—nor would it have
been right for me to do so,” added Kemp frankly; “for
you were too young then to know your own mind. But
when I saw you in this room two months ago, Sylvia, I
lost my heart for all time. I could have wished, mean
as would have been my part, that I had fallen in with
Michael Lawe’s plan and sought to betroth you three
years agone 7

 

“Think you I would have taken you so easy, sir?” de-
manded the girl, raising her eyes now with a flash in
them.

“That I know not, mistress,” he said humbly. “But I
know one thing now. It is, that if you will not forgive
me, and return the love I bear you—a love that I cannot
help but express—I shall be the most miserable of men,
and this’—with a gesture of the will—“will be valuejess
to me.” yo .

She began’ to smile a little tremulously at the corners
of her mouth, and the haughtiness died out of her face
again. “It would be too sad to allow poor Master Lawe’s

legacy to be wasted on John Favor,” she said. “He says

you are following the will-o'-the-wisp of liberty; is not
a woman’s heart more uncertain and phantomlike than
any fairy lamp that ever was alight?”

He took her hands masterfully and drew her slowly
nearer. “Such fires do not terrify me, mistress!” he de-
clared, and kissed her.

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Will L. H. A., of Philadelphia, who recently wrote a
letter to Tip Top, send his address, as the editor would
like to send him a personal letter.

Find Ancient Traps.

What are believed, from markings and form, to be
relics more than 100 years old of the days) when the Hud-
son Bay trapper traversed the Oregon forests, aré two
large traps recently uncovered on the upper McKenzie

River by workmen of the government road crew.

The traps, which are huge affairs, hand forged and of
odd design, were found by Walter Boon, a resident at
McKenzie Bridge. He uncovered the traps three feet
underground, while building a new piece of road at the
foot of Deadhorse grade, just above Strawberry Flats,

eighty miles east of Eugene.

Go Easy for a While.

Proressor Fourmen: I want you to answer a few ques-
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weight, 95 pounds; height, 5 feet 6 inches; chest, ex-
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I play baseball and football. I can run the hundred-yard
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Please tell me how I.can become an athlete.
how to become long-winded.

What kind of athletic work would you advise me to
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I hope you will be pleased with my measurements.
Yours truly, CHESTER JOHNSON.

McConnellsville, Ohio.

For your height, you should weigh thirty-five pounds
But you are very tall for your age.
However, you are young, and all the nourishment you
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Most games will not hurt you, but do not do any hard
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out.

Tell me

Black Bear Serves as Watchman,

Boss, a native of the Maine woods, is the latest addi-
tion to the night police force of Eddington, Pa. Boss is
a black bear, six months old, and at present tips the beam
at 200 pounds and has a mighty punch in either paw.
Some of the townsfolk may view this new member of’ the
force with suspicion, but the children are enthusiastic

about him. Boss has been assigned to the duty of night
watchman, and reports say he performs his duty very
well.

The bear was sent to D. C. Hanna, manager of a dis-
tilling company, from the Maine woods, as a joke. But
the bear was no joke. Hanna decided that, as a pet at
Parkside Avenue, a bear would not be a
hit among his neighbors. He recalled that he was in
need of a night watchman at his plant, so he named the
bear Boss, and gave him the job.

The distillery covers nearly twenty acres of land, and
Boss patrols all that. At night his headquarters are in

his home on

_the company’s offices.

He has an amiable disposition and plays with the cats
of the distillery, but he has an inherited aversion to dogs.
Rocks, the bulldog at the plant, he chases, and Malt, the
[rish terrier, he ignores.

It was decided recently that a bath Santa: not hurt
Boss. Indeed, the bath was deemed imperative. Captain
Albert Quigley and John Hart, government officers de-
tailed at the distillery, and John Rigbey, the engineer,
escorted Boss to a pond.on the company’s property. Boss
waded in one side of the pond and out the other side and
disappeared in the underbrush. Captain Quigley, Hart.
and Rigbey gave pursuit.

It was an hour later that they met “Cuffy”
negro, walking along one of the roads.
anxiously over his shoukler,
hurry.

Jackson, a
He was looking
and walking as if in a

“Ah you looking for a dog, ah maghty big dog?” asked
Cufty. ‘
2

“We are looking for a bear,” returned the rescue party.

“Ma goodness! Dat was him! dat was him!” ex-

claimed Cuffy, and he hurried along without further ex-

planation. \

Boss was found a mile farther on. He had located the
Delaware River and was having a swim. Rib Rigbey
called him and the bear came ashore. He climbed a
tree, and there he stayed until he was dry.

It was different with the track inspector on the New
York division. He saw the bear one day, stopped ‘his
train, and had it backed up to get a second look. Then
he climbed out of his observation car and made Boss’ ac-
quaintance. Both seemed to be pleased at the meeting.

Rigbey is the man to whom Boss shows the most re- ”
spect. ¥
know that at first. Boss nipped Rigbey on the hand. He ~
may have ‘been joking in: a bearish way, but Rigbey did
not appreciate the humor. He slapped ‘the bear om’ the ~
tip of the nose, and if there is anything which disgusts ay

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bear and takes the fighting ambition out of him it is
just this.

The bear eats just like a policeman. He is not particu-
lar what he eats, and stays at it for hours.

Pesto from an Old Reader.

Dear Eprtor: Although I am an old Trp Top reader, I
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I did think that I was the oldest Tie Top reader, but
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I have enjoyed every story I have ever read in Tir
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As for the Clancy stories, I think they were splendid,
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Some one wrote that the stories lacked vim and go.
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and am willing to leave all in the hands of Mr. Standish,
knowing he knows best how to handle the children
of his creation. Long life to him and many Tre Tops
to come,

This is how I feel about Tre Tor, and if you wish to
publish any part of it or all of it, I have no objections.

Please send me a set of post cards and oblige a
constant reader, FRANCIS AGUSTA.

1436 Anna Street, Shreveport, La.

Thank you, loyal old Tip Topper.

“Dead” Woman is Revived.

New discoveries in medical science have been made with
such frequency in recent years that one must be very
much out of the ordinary to excite wonder. A modern
wonder, however, was consummated at Los Angeles, Cal.,
the other day, and is being discussed with great in-
terest by doctors and surgeons. Mrs. Walter W. Akers,
wife of the manager of a fruit-products company, was
restored to life after having been dead for ten minutes.

“The ‘raising’ was not from a theoretical death, or
state of coma, as,it is ordinarily understood,” said Doc-
tor P. M. Williams, of Los, Angeles, who, with Doctor
C. S. Hutchison, had charge of the case. “Mrs. Akers
was actually dead. Her heart had stopped its funetion-
ing, there was no pulse; the eyes were fixed in the glare
which spells to every: medical man the eternal sleep;
_ there was no response to the usual tests. The patient
was dead.

“The end came during the progress of an operation on
i the abdomen. The operation was progressing in due

.4 course when our attention was directed by Doctor W. S

Holman, who was administering the anesthetic, to the
woman’s complete collapse—to her death, in fact.”

Mr. Akers, who was waiting the result of the opera-

tion in an adjoining room, was summoned and realized
instantly that all was over. Then something happened.
, The doctors went to work. Nurses with the training
of the battlefied began the administration of oxygen. Doc-
tor Williams vigorously applied himself to producing
artificial respiration, all at first to no effect.

Then Doctor Hutchison inserted his hand through the

incision made in the abdominal wall during the course of
the operation; slowly, carefully, until the diaphragm was
reached. One finger grasped the top of the heart; his
thumb was at the bottom. A _ slight compression, an-
other, and another followed, until the physician’s hand
was contracting and dilating the organ of life in simu-
lation of the heart’s action. Finally respiration started
again.

After that the patient rallied with a marvelous facility
second only to the unaccountable collapse, and in a few
minutes was so far recovered that it was necessary to ad-
minister new anesthetic so that the original operation
might be concluded.

The operation lasted more than two hours, and Doe-
tor Hutchison said afterward that the patient was in a
normal and satisfactory condition, with every chance in
her favor for a complete recovery.

Best on the Market,
Dear Eprror: I have been a steady reader of Tir Tor

for a number of years, and really believe it is the best /

of its kind on the market,

By the way, would you kindly tell me what are my
weak points, and how I can strengthen them? .

I am 23 years old; I weigh 204 pounds; am 5 feet
11% inches in height. My ‘chest measure, normal, is
39 inches; expanded, it is 4214. My waist measure is 30
inches. My forearm is 1134 inches; upper arm, normal, is
12% inches;. expanded, 13% inches; thigh, 22% inches;
calves, 15 1-3 inches; neck, 16 inches.

If you have any more post-card sets, please send me
one.

I close with friendship to Burt L. Standish, Street &
Smith, and all Tie Tor readers.

Milwaukee, Wis. © \ Frank Le Roy Evanson.

You are about thirty pounds too heavy. Work it off.
Your measurements, save for that of your waist, which is
too large by four inches, are good,

Some New Inventions.

John A. and James M. Harvey, of Junction City, Kan.,
have invented a hay-and-grain stacker that is a great
labor saver. The machine is driven by a gasoline engine,
and is so constructed that it deposits the material at any
desired place on the stack. The stack is built easily and

settles so evenly that it sheds water better than when

stacked by old methods. .

Apparatus to be fastened to a man’s feet as he lies. in
bed to make his legs go through the motions of walking
has been invented to treat victims of partial paralysis,

For the aid of cripples a Texas inventor has patented
a crutch with a folding camp stool between its sides.

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an electric torch on a rifle or shotgun barrel for night
shooting.

Resembling a pistol and controlled by a trigger is a
new pneumatic tool for cleaning dirt from: inaccessible
parts of machinery.

The top of a recently patented table for use on ship-
board is kept level by an ingenious combination of
weights and levers.

Likes it Fine.

Dear Epitor: Have been a reader of Tip Top for years.
I like it fine. 'Want to see Frank, junior, and Clancy
back at Fardale.

What are the right measurements for a boy 13 years
old and 5 feet 2 inches in sheight?

Will you send me a set of post cards?

Philadelphia, Miss.

Your measurements should be:
neck, 12 inches; chest, expanded, 32 inches; chest, con-
tracted, 20.7 inches; waist, 24.8 inches; forearm, 8.7
inches; upper arm, down, 8 inches; upper arms, up, 9.7
inches; thighs, 16.7 inches; calves, 11.3 inches.

Yours truly,
Horace Turner.
Weight, ror pounds;

Chinaman Makes Sad Business Error.

A lone Chinaman from Youngstown, Ohio, is giving
the State department almost as mttch concern these days
as some phases of the European war.

This Chinaman has a wife in Peking whom he has not
seen for seven years. He wants to go back there and
bring her to Youngstown to remain the rest of their
lives—but the State’ department has been unable to find
any grounds on which he can be given a passport.

It happens that he sold his laundry business and bought
a restaurant, which is just the thing he should not have
done if he ever wanted to go back to China and return
to the United States, because, as lawyers interpret our

treaty with China, a man who owns a restaurant is not a

merchant. A restaurant is classed as a
and a laundry as a business,

But so anxious is the State department to help the
Chinaman go over and get his wife that special agents
have been asked to go to Youngstown and see if the
Chinaman sells tea or silk or china—anything besides
something to eat. If he does, he can be called a mer-

“serving place”

‘chant and be given a passport.

Pull Up.

Proressor FourMEN: I have at last made up my mind
to write to you, for you to answer some of my most
perplexing and troublesome questions. I have been await-
ing your return into Trp Top rather impatiently, I saw
other readers’ letters, so I grew enthusiastic, too. I have
written to you before, but I heard nothing of it, so I
grew discouraged, Please answer my questions, because
I don’t! know who can answer them but you. We have
no high-school coach at present, so his would-be advice
is not being heard.

- Please criticize my measurements as much as you wish:
Age, 17; height, 5 feet 10 inches; weight, 130 pounds;
stripped, 123 pounds; neck, 13.5 inches; shoulders, around,
37.5 inches; across, 17 inches; chest, normal, 30 inches;

_ expanded 35.5 inches; ninth rib, 29.2 inches; waist, normal,

27.2 inches; around hips, 33.5 inches; thighs, 18.5 inches;
calves, 13 inches; ankles, 8.2 inches; wrist, 7 inches; fore-
arms, 10.3 inches; biceps, 11.2 inches.

My records are: Mile, 4:49; one-half mile, 2:15; one-

29

seconds. Pole
broad jump,

quarter mile,
vault, 7 feet;
16 feet.

(1) Please point out my weaknesses and tell how to
remedy them.

(2) I like to run, but I cannot do so with records to
suit and with sufficient strength. What shall I do?

(3) I was in perfect condition when I made the above
record for the mile, but after that 1 had no pep, felt weak
and lazy and finished the last quarter with no sprint or
strength. Why was this?

(4) My physician said that I strained my heart muscle
and should drop track work because I am growing.. Do

590; one hundred yards, 11 4-5

high jump, 4 feet 2 inches;

you think this is the cause for feeling so, just mentioned’

in number three?

(5) (a) Do you think I can go out for track in the
coming spring and make a better record than previously
stated, with my heart in this condition? (b) If so, please
state in what manner can I build myself up so I can be
in condition in spring?

(6) Ihave pains about the heart and chest; a physician
said they are “muscular pains.’ What are they? Do I
need to fear this?

(7). In accordance with my build, did I make a good
choice in track or athletics, or do you think something
else. fits me more favorably?

(8) My heart action -is eighty-eight beats per minute
normal and my heart pounds awful at a little exertion,
but, nevertheless, I have endurance. Why is that?

(9) I eat daily candy, ice cream, cake, meat, potatoes,
and a few cups of postum (in the morning). I know ice
cream, cake, and candy is harmful, or, rather, it would
do me no good, but I cannot break away from it, because
I come in contact with such‘daily. What should I do?

(10) Hag adenoids anything to do with running?

(11) I walk very much and ride a bicycle equally in
amount, but I don’t see that it has done me much good.
I go to the Y. M. C. A.

Kindly answer the above questions and relieve a load
from my shotilders. Respectfully yours,

St. Paul. A Tre Tor ADMIRER.

Your doctor knows what he is talking about. At pres-
ent, at least, you have not got the build for track work.
Turn your attention to games. A person your height
should weigh about 165 pounds. Your chest, which is
a runner’s most important asset, for it stands for lung
power, is away small! It should be 37.3 inches, normal,
and 42.1 expanded.

Do not try for any more records for a ee time, to
come, several years. You have endurance because you
have grit, and run on your “nerve.” Do not worry about
your condition, but do your exercises slowly and build
yourself up.’ Take up games, when you can do so without
having your. heart “pound,” but not until. Stop any exer-
cise when you feel any pain. Have you got my book or
that of Frank Merriwell? I think either of them, will
help you. The trouble with many athletic directors is
that they force their charges to shave seconds. Cake~
and ice cream will not hurt you, in moderation, . Caner.
is bad,

Finds “Bagle”s it it is Paper.
‘ A Yarge black-and-white eagle that had perched on a

ledge of the Municipal Building, in New York, for sev-~

eral days. and there attracted the attention of thousands.

of eee in the street—sometimes causing a congestion

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of trafic—was finally captured. A man with a waste-
paper basket crawled from a window on the twentieth
floor of.the building, along the ledge to where the bird
was sitting, and, in view of hundreds of persons, placed
the basket over the eagle’s head and took it into the build-
ing. The eagle was not alive, but proved to be a paper
bird, made by -boys, who had amused themselves by ob-
serving the antics of the crowd below.

When to Stop.

Proressor Fourmen: I would like to ask you a few
words of advice about training for a vaudeville caréer. I
am a good bag puncher, can swing clubs, and box some;
but what I want to know is how long should I punch
the bag edch day; how long each day'should I swing
clubs, box, or train. Yours truly, CHARLEY TESSMER.

Eden Prairie, Minn.

The best advice I can give is to stop when you grow
tired and start to lose interest.

Woman Balks Robbers.

Resistance by *the woman bookkeeper of the Winton
Place Savings Bank, of Cincinnati, Ohio, saved the insti-
tution from being robbed ofa large sum of money. Miss
Gertrude Balz, the bookkeeper, was alone in the office
when two men entered. Without a. word one of them
knocked her down with an iron pipe. She rose and at-
tacked the men. Frightened, they grabbed a small amount
of money lying on a desk and escaped.

What “Tip Top” Did for Him.

Dear Eprror: J have read every five-cent weekly that
is printed, and have found Tip Top the best, and I give
my best thanks to Trp Tor, and Mr. Standish for stopping
me from smoking. *

Will you kindly send me a set of post cards?

Hoping you will oblige, I remiain, your loy al reader,

Harry W.:TowNsenp.

4646 Large Street, Northwood, Philadelphia,

P.. S—I am 16 years old, and am 5 feet and a half
in height. What should my correct measurements be?

Your correct measurements should be: Weight, 171.5
pounds; neck, 15.7 inches; chest, contracted, 38.1 inches;
chest, expanded, 42.1 inches; waist, 33.9 inches; forearms,
11.9 inches; upper arms, down, 12.8 inches; upper arms,
up, 14.1 inches; thighs, 23.1 inches; calves, {5.8 inches.

Dee

Girl’s Strange Writing.

Ione Chubb, of Brasher Falls, N. Y., has astonished
all who know her with hen strange Writings while she is
{seemingly asleep. She is twelve years old. , Two years
_ ago one’s school-teacher discovered that the child was

writing and drawing with ability far beyond her years.
Then one day the teacher found her at her desk, appar-

sleep, but a pencil held bythe little fingers was

apidly across a Sheet of paper.. When the
hook the girl,
of having written anything. On. the paper
ble of words‘and characters, which later proved
rords and sign writings of the Mohawk Indians.
1e) no& a word of the language, nor, so far as
earned, has she even seen any sign writing.
then the child has given many strange demon-
She never talks while in the trance, but writes

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partly in the Mohawk language and partly in English.
She has written answers to questions about the war,
though when she is herself she knows little concerning
it. Spiritualists say she is a wonderful medium.

Gets it When He Cac,

Dear Eprror: I have been reading Tre Top for about
two years. Some time I miss it, but I get it when I can.

I would like you to tell me what my measurements
should be. This is my height: 5 feet 7 inches.

I remain, yours, James ARNOLD VANCE.

Gillian, Mo.

P. S.—If you would like a nice little story for your —
book, I would be glad to write one for -you, as I like to
write stories. Ji Bore

[f the story is about a personal experience, we would
be very glad to print it under the Compass. :

Your measurements should be: Weight, 137.5 pounds; —
neck, 13.9 inches; chest, contracted, 34 inches;:chest, ex- —
panded, 37.2 inches; ‘waist, 29.3 inches; forearms, 10.5
inches; upper arms, down, 10.6 inches; upper arms, up; 12
inches; calves, 13.7 inches; thighs, 20.1 inches. fc

Dying Message of Ruined Man.

Ralph Maxson Greene died of alcoholism in a cheap —
hotel in Chicago. Unless relatives are heard from, his —
body will be buried in potter’s field. A few hours before ©
his death,
This is what he wrote:

“Six months ago I was earning $300 a month as a civil
and general engineer. I had a wife and a little daugh-
ter and a nice home in Winnipeg, Canada. I did not —
drink. Then I was employed by the United States gov-—
ernment on the marine barracks at Washington, D. C.
One night I took a drink. Since that night I have taken
many drinks. ice

“T lost my speed. Then I lost my job. Then I con- |
tinued to drink, and soon I discovered that I couldn't —
get another job. I felt that I did not want another job —
as long as I could get something to drink. I lost my —
Then I came to ‘Chicago. Fike

home.
I don’t care. I want to say this.

“I am going to die.
before I go: Let booze alone.
too fast for me and it’s too fast for you. For booze T
gave everything I had, and now that I haven’t anything —
left, hooze will take me.’ ; is
It was learned from the authoritics in Winnipeg that
Green¢ formerly had been one of the best-known en-—
gineers in Canada. He was one of the engineers of the |
Broad Street depot in Philadelphia and had been super-
intendent of the Dominion Bridge Company and ate ve
the Manitoba Bridge & Iron Works. be hee

Expose Chicago Crime Trust. :

Chicago’s “crime trust” is being wrecked by the ‘tig :
of the men who helped build it up. Crooked police offi-
cials are in panic as a result of the disclosures that have
already been made. A scramble of would-be‘ ‘squealens”
to lay’ bare more sensational details of| the alliance | be-
tween police officials and criminals has created ne w con
sternation. Prospects of a deluge of indictme ts sen
terror through the department recentlyy when several
diteninesy fade confessions to State’s Attorriey iu yne,,
‘who is directing the crusade. ° /

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former Detective W. L. O’Brien, indicted on charges of

bribery and operating confidence games, have given bonds

in the criminal court. Their trials will not be held until
the grand-jury investigation is completed. Other arrests
are expected at any time. Halpin was one of the most
prominent officers on the force, having been at the head
of the detective bureau.
Lak many respects the sensational developments in
~State’s Attorney Hoyne’s crusade resemble conditions
which were exposed in the New York police department
after. the Rosenthal murder. The indictments of Halpin,
% _ Tobin, and O’Brien were based largely on confessions
by “Barney” Bertsche, formerly a political power and a
confessed go-between, and the Ryan brothers, Frank and
James. The Ryans for years conducted a string of clair-
voyant parlors, out of which. it is alleged they fleeced
many victims out of tens of thousands of dollars.
The bribery charges against Halpin accuse him of ac-
cepting specific sums, ranging from $209 to $1,000, and
‘protecting the Ryans from arrest in connection with three
alleged swindles.
‘He is alleged also to have received $2,900 for pro-
E tecting: ‘the Ryans and® one John Strosnider from arrest
‘in a wire-tapping scheme, by which Doctor William T.
Kirby, a private banker, was swindled out of $20,000. The
loss ‘wrecked the bank. Tobin and O’Brien are alleged
to have shared in the booty, also. There are numerous
other charges.
- Bertsche is under sentence to the penitentiary for his
art in the clairvoyant frauds. The Ryans were also
onvicted,: but may get immunity because of the aid they
re giving the State’s attorney. Police detectives had a
evolver fight with Bertsche in downtown Chicago sev-
eral months ago. Bertsche says they sought to kill him,
fearing he would “squeal” on them. He makes no secret
of the fact that when he had a saloon in Chicago it was
the most powerful haven for crooks in the West.

State’s Attorney Hoyne was given additional evidence
of graft in the police department Tuesday when Israel

Tecotzky, ‘who is accused of wholesale robberies, was —

taken from his cell in the county jail to the office of the
prosecutor. Tecotzky told the State’s attorney that for
“years he had been paying protection money to the police.
He specified one instance, according to his own state-
ment, when seen in the jail, in which he paid $500.

Mr. Hoyne has admitted on several occasions that he

: had evidence of police corruption in connection with the,

arrest of pickpockets and other criminals. He has per-
-sistently refused, however, to give out any information
about — anything. except the “pay-off joints” and | _ the

| clairvoyants.

Convict Runs Store in Prison,

Tas penitentiary ever subhoved. is cited by
of the Arkansas Penitentiary Commission as to
_ convict can do if he will. Entering the peniten-

gton’s | Birthday, February 22, 1915, the possessor

| thousand en all of which he has earned

murders, killed Lee Wing, proprietor of a Chinese restau-
rant. The crime was a deliberate murder, Vance being
intoxicated at the time. He received a sentence of
twenty-one years. After serving ten years, Vance was
paroled, but appearing in a Little Rock restaurant one
night under the influence of liquor, and making a dis-
play of firearms, he was arrested, and his parole revoked.

The penitentiary board was often petitioned for an-
other parole after that, but declined to grant it.. Vance
enjoyed two years of liberty, which was allowed him in
computing his “good time,’ for Vance will receive seven
and one-half years off his sentence for good behavior.

For several years Vance has been a clerk in the com-
missary at the State farm. With a few dollars he pur-
chased a supply of smoking tobacco and canned goods.
These luxuries he sold to the convicts, who received a
little money from home, and soon built up a thriving
trade. He now has a stock of merchandise that will in-
voice $1,000, and is not bothered about the European
war or the low price of cotton.

Strength of Insects Revealed.

It is an old story that a flea can fump 200 times its
own height in the air. Insects are so far beyond man
in muscular development that the most highly developed
human being could not hope to compete with one of the
smallest of them if forced to do so on equal terms.
cent tests have shown the remarkable pulling, lifting,
and leaping ability of insects.

‘A wood beetle less than two inches long, for instance,
proved that it could pull a wagon loaded with thirty
times its weight in sticks. When forty-five times its

| weight was added. to its load, it continued to pull, and

succeeded in moving it an inch. When the legs of the

beetle were attached to the small meter by which its —

strength was being tested, it exerted force equal to that
a man 250 pounds in weight would exert if he were able
to lift a ton.

A Hercules beetle proved its right to that name when .
put to the extreme test. Although it -was but. three
inches long, it pulled more than twenty times its weight —

and walked away with a weight of five pounds on its _

back. A proportionate weight. upon the shoulders of a
man would crush him to death.

A house fly, held by the wings and brought close to a
match, lifted it up with its feet. To perform a Propor-
tionate feat, a man would have to lift a beam twenlanaie: is
feet long and thirteen inches thick. ;

Girls’ Team in Rifle League.
The first girls’ rifle team in the United States a,

‘been formed by C. Ellis Williams, of Iowa City High

School. It is planned to give every girl in the school
instructions in rifle practice. The Iowa City team will
shoot a regular schedule with other academy teams ¢
the State. Williams was a former crack shot on th
State university team,,and was responsible for Iowa |
winning the national, Anterscholastic championsh

years ago.

Dig Up $57,000 in Stiver.
"What is believed to be a private treasure che!
more than $17,000 in it, was discovered’ by Fran
and Isaac Gearhart, of Danville, Pa, who were

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signs of great age.

Calling Isaac Rorke, who was plowing near by, they
broke it open and were astounded when they saw the for-
tune inside.

Sixteen thousand dollars, Mexican silver; thirty dollars
in Spanish gold, and one thousand dollars in smaller Span-
ish coins of an early mintage were counted before the
bottom was reached. There is an old tale that the pirate,
Captain Kidd, being hard pressed on the Chesapeake Bay
by other pirates, entered the Susquehanna and made his
way to “Crooks Riffles,’ which was the name of part of
the island where the money was found.

“Tower of Jewels” at Frisco.

One of the scenic feasts of the Panama-Pacific Expo-
‘sition at San Francisco will be a jewel-covered tower,
standing at the entrance to the Court of the Universe.
This tower will be one of the most brilliant displays
upon the grounds at night, sparkling in all fhe colors of
_ the rainbow, a broken medley of electric flame sprinkling
in dazzling beams from thousands upon thousands of tiny
glass prisms.

The jeweled tower is a structure 435 feet high, of steel
framework throughout. It is designed to demonstrate the
novel system of lighting produced by prismatic-glass re-
flection of the electric lamp. Instead of outlining the
tower in the usual. way, with incandescent lamps, the

' angles and outlines of colonnades and towers will -be
edged with cut-glass prisms. More than 125,000 of them
will be used on the tower. t

Four-year Stomach Ache Wins.

Mme. Delia M. Valeri, of New York, vocal instructor
and prominent in American musical circles, will receive
$2,000 for a stomach ache of four years’ duration. The
verdict of a jury that heard Mme. Valeri’s suit against
the Pullman company has been entered in the records of
Judge Hand’s United States district court. Mme. Valeri
_ claimed she had suffered “distress in her stomach” since
she dined on a Pullman company diner on August 15,
1910.

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New Corn-husking Record.
Joe Ferris and Edwin McReynolds, of Meriden, Ill.,
have just finished husking corn for Charles Roehm, south
of Meriden, Ill, with an average of 151% and 110 bushels
réspectively. Ferris husked 2,196 bushels, unloading with a
scoop and making three loads a day. This is a new world’s
‘record for fourteen and one-half days. McReynolds is
from Oklahoma and Ferris worked for A. H. Yenerich
_ for the past three years.

Winter Closes in Forest Ranger.

Out in the 160 Federal forest reserves, oy forest
ing ety making trail, and buildicie apa in  ontier
timber may be saved for the uses of the future.

ed in corduroys and mackinaw, and often mounted ’
shoes or skis, the forest ranger we settled pak

  

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could not kill him.

piles left by the logging crews that cut over sale area
and free-use timber on his range. The brush is left i
piles until a wet blanket of snow ihsures against.the star
ing of forest fires from the blazing refuse. Then it
burned, with the snow on hand as nature’s own fire e
tinguisher.

The ranger furbishes up his snowshoes or skis a
patches up his hand or dog sled. On the other side of i
range he knows there is a bridge that spans a mounta ;
torrent, which needs considerable strengthening to star
the weight which the break-up of the winter’s ice and t/
spring freshets will put upon it. So he loads a quarter
a ton of bridge iron on his sled, hitches up his de
shoulders a provision pack, and closes up the log ca:
that he calls headquarters.

He may have to negotiate a snow-choked pass, seven
eight thousand feet in altitude, where the wet, he
snow clogs his snowshoes, and where he may have
make three or four trips to haul his pack over the cree.
When he arrives ‘at his destination he may find his bridge
buried under a ten-foot drift of heavy snow which he
will spend a day penetrating. Through delays and heavy
traveling, he may find his supplie# giving out. He mi
have to go for days on frozen raw bacon, and sleep
sodden blankets under a sheltering tree, J

Development of the winter work on the ranges has f
moved the forest ranger from the “patronage” classifi :
tion in government jobs. Formerly congressmen we
inclined to look on the forest-ranger place as a desis
able position for some constituent looking for “light ¢ 1t-
door work.” That time has passed, however, for the f r-
est ranger must submit medical certificate showing $a
he is able-bodied before he is appointed. :

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Rabbit furs are dyed and sold under every name & 10
in the fur market, according to Professor L. L. Dyc!
State fish and game warden-of Kansas, who has recen
made an examination of the furs displayed in Kans
City and the larger towns. Common rabbit skins wey
found to have been dyed, striped, and spotted to resembi-
all varieties of fur.

The common gray rabbit and the jack-rabbit sigs we
most in evidence. Some Eastern rabbits of the s ’
or snowshoe variety have a heavy, rich fur which ca
used for imitations. White rabbit fur combed and
ished, passes as arctic fox, and Belgian hares also cx
tributed to the deception, according to Professor Dyche

“Rabbit skin. makes an éspecially warm fur,” says” Pro
fessor Dyche, “and it will wear for two or three season.
No harm comes from using them except that they are ‘sola
at high prices as fancy furs. No fur except the otter,
seal, mink, beaver, or the like, will outwear rabbit skin
As for warmth, I made a rabbit-skin sleeping bag an
took it onan arctic expedition and found it often to

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vho was shot October 31st, is dead. The man who. si. f
him has not been icaptured. Gedro was known as: “th
bullet-proof man.” During the last eight years che was
shot sixteen times. Each time he asserted that at ullet
Recently, while on his deathbed, he
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10—Frank Merriwell, Jr., at
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-Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Competitor.
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—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Star Play.

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21—F rank Merriwell, Jr., Incog.
22—-Irank Merriwell, Jr., Meets the Issue.
23—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Xmas Eve. és
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25—Frank Metriwell, Jr., on Skis.
26—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Ice-boat Chase.
27—ITrank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Ambushed
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28—Frank Merriwell, Jr. "3 ate the Totem.
29—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Hockey Game.
50—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’ a Clew.
81—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Adversary.
82—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Timely Aid.
83—Frank Merriwell, Jr., in the Desert.
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86—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Red Bowman.
87—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Task.
88—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’ ; Cross-Country
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89—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Four Miles.
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41—Trank Merriwell, Jr., Sidetracked.
42—I'rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Teamwork.
43—Irank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Step-Over.
44—Frank Merriwell, Jr., in Monterey.
45—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Athletes.
46—Irank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Outfielder.
47—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, “Hundred.”
48—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Hobo Twirler.
49—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Canceled Game.
50—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Weird Adven-
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51—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Double Header.
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58—I'rank Merriwell, Jr.,
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54—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Sportsmanship.
55—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Ten-Innings,
56—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’ s. Ordeal.
57—Frank Merriwell, Jr., on the W ing.
58—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Cross-Fire.’
59—F rank Merriw ell, Jr.’s,* Lost Team-
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60—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Daring Flight.
61—F rank Merriwell, Jr., at Fardale.

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64—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Touchdown.

65—Frank Merriwell, J r.’s, Night Off.

66—F rank Merriwell, Jr., and the Little
Black Box.

67—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s
68—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’ s,
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69—Frank Merriwell,
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73—lI'rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Christmas
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76—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Desert Race.
77—Owen Clancy’s Run of Luck.
78—Owen Clancy’s Square Deal.
79—Owen Clancy’s Hardest Fight.
80—Owen Clancy’s Ride for Fortune.
81—Owen Clancy’s Makeshift.

82—Owen Clancy and the Black Pearls,

8: 3—Owen Clancy and the Sky Pilot.
84—Owen Clancy and the Air Pirates.
85—Owen Clancy’s Peril.

86—Owen Clancy’s Partner.

87—Owen Clancy’s Happy Trail.
88—Owen Clancy’s Double Trouble,
89—Owen Clancy’s Back Fire. |.
90-—Ow en. Clancy and the “C lique of Gold
91—Owen Claney’s ‘‘Diamond” Deal. ie
92—Owen Clancy and the Claim Jumpe@
93—Owen Clancy Among the Smugglers,
94—Owen Clancy’s Clean- Up.

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97—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Great Game,
98—The Merriwell Company. #
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102—Dick Merriwell’s Turquoise Tus
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4—Frank Merriwell, Jr., at the Blu
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—Trank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Hunting Trij
(7—F rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Indian”
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128—Frank Merriwell in the Rockies.
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129—Frank Merriwell and the Pha
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130—Frank Merriwell in the Land of J \
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