Frank Merriwell's defense, or, The struggle for the Queen Mystery Mine


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Frank Merriwell's defense, or, The struggle for the Queen Mystery Mine

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Frank Merriwell's defense, or, The struggle for the Queen Mystery Mine
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' LARGEST WEEK .LY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA .er: Issued Weekly. By Subscri'ption $z.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at Nero York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, zy8 William St., N. Y. Nn362. Price, Five Cents. SUDDENLY FRANK'S llORRR PLUNGED FORWARD AND FELL, WHILB A SHOT RANG OUT.

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I I t. ( L ARGE SIZE. ) i I read them, look over this 11 I une:x;celled in any part of this world to-day. ; Don't fail to read these stories if you have not already. 331-Dick Merriwell's Diamond: or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Season. 333-Dick Merriwell's New Ball: or, The Boy Wonder at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger;" or, Winning an Uphill Game. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man of Mystery. 336-Frank Merriwell's Winners; or, Landing on Top in Mad RiYer League. 337-Dick lHerriwell's Return: or, Back Again to the Old School. 338-Dick Merriwell's Difficnlties ; or, Making Up the Eleven. 339-Dick Merriwell's l\Iercy; or. The First Game on the Gridiron. 340-Dick Merriwell's Dash ; or, Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set; or, Friends and Foes at Farclale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young Gladiators of the Gridiron. 343-Dick Merriwell's Mascot; or By Luck or Pluck. 344-Dick Merriwe l l's Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried. 345-Dick Merriwell's Success : or, Bound to be a Winner. 346--Dick Merriwell's Determination; or. The Courage that Conquers. 347-Dick Merriwell's Readiness; or, Who Stole the Papers? 348-Dick Merriwell's Trap; or, Snaring a Spook. 349-Dick Merriwell's Vim; or, The Greatest Game of All. 350-Dick 1\ferriwell's Lark; or, Beaten at Every Tnrn. 351-Dick. Merriwell's Defense; or, Up A gainst the Eaton Five. 352-Dick Merriwell's Dexterity: or, Hot Work to the Finish. 353-Dick Merri well Puzzled; or, The Mystery of Flint. 354-Dick Merriwell's Help; or, Flint's Struggle with Himself. 355-Dick Merriwell's Model; or, Frank Merriwell's Fight for Fortune. 356-Dick Merriwell as Detective; or, F 6 r the H o nor of a Friend. 357-Dick Merriwell's Dirk; or, Beset by Hidden Peril. 358-Dick Merriwell's Victory ; o r, H o lding the Enemy in Check. 359--Dick Merri well, Absent! o r. The Spo ok of the Scho ol. Merriwell' s Regi s tered Package; or. Frank Merri\Yell' s Desperate Struggle. 361-Dick Merriwell's Power; or, Settling the Score with Eaton. 362-Frank Merriwell's Defense: or, The Struggle for the Queen Mystery Mine. 363-Dick Merriwell's Dream; or, Foiling the Bank Breakers. 364-Frank Merriwell's Backers; or. Old Friends to the Rescue. With TrP ToP No. 285 begins the now famous Fardale Series, in which Dick Merriwell has entered the good old school at which the career of Frank Merriwell also began some years ago. Thousands of young Americans wi11 want to read of the fine things that Dick Merriwell has done, is doing and will in the future do.

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Issued Weekly B y S ubscnption $2.J o per year. Entered as Secon d Class Ma tter at tlte N Y P o st Office, by STREET & SMITH, a39 Wz11iam St., N. Y. Ent ere d a c c ordi nlJ' to A ct of Congre s s in L ite year 1Q03, in tlte Offi c e of the Libraria,. of Congress, Washing-ton, D. C. No. 3 62. N E W YORK. March 2 1 1903. Price F i ve Cents. FRANK MERRIWELL'S DEFENSE; OR, The Struggle f o r the Q ueen Mystery Mine. B y BURT L. STANDISH CHAPTER I. IN TH..E TRAP. Millions of bright stars shone serenely through the clear Arizona night, shedding their soft white light on the great arid plains and the mysterious mesas and mighty mountains. Throughout the night Frank Merriwell lay en sconced behind some sheltering rocks in a deep ravine, where he had been trapped by the ruffians in the em ploy of the Mining Trust, who were determined to wrest from h im t h e precious papers they believed to be in his possession. Old Joe Crowfoot, the aged Indian, who had been snared with him, had, shortly ffter nightfall, taken the precio u s oilskin package, containing the papers, and crept forth on his stomach, like a snake, from amid the rocks. Joe had promised to take th e papers to the nearest registry post office, in case he escaped, and send them, according to directions, to Richard Merriwell, Frank's brother, at Fardale: Frank had written a letter to Dick, and had securely tied up and directed the package. He trusted the aged redskin, who declared that he might find a method of escaping from the trap, yet could not take the white youth with him He had made certain that Joe under stood the matter of registering the package, in case he should reach the p ost office with it in his posses sion. Merriwell had become satisfied that this was the best I course to pursue It was plain that he was in a very bad trap, and he knew those ruffians could soon starve him out. At that point water and food for himself and horse there was none A day of th i rst behind t hose rocks must surely do for him

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2 TIP TOP WEEK L Y If Joe carried out the plan successfully, the papers would be placed beyond the reach of the ruffians, even though Frank fell into their hands. And it was the papers they had been engaged to secure. Were they to kill him, Dick would have the precious papers and be able to continue the battle for his rights Merry watched Joe wiggle silently away, vvon dering that the Indian could slip along in that manner with so very little effort. The old redskin lay flat on the ground and took advantage of every little cover he could find and soon he vanished amid the rocks and passed into the shadows after which ::.1Ierry saw him no more. Dovvn the ravine a great mass of r"cks and earth had been blown down by a mighty blast and blocked the passage. Up the ravine armed and murderous men were waiting and watching. ready t o shoot down the youth they had trapped. There were also armed ruffians on the barrier to the southeast. They had trailed Merry with the per sistence of bloodhounds. A full hour passed. The men above were making merry in a boisterou w ay. One of them began t o sing. He had a mu s ical v oice, which rang out clearly on the soft night air. Strangely enough he sang "Nearer My Goel to Thee."' Could they be watching closely? It did not seem so. Frank rigged his coat on the barrel of his rifle. On the muzzle of the weapon he placed hi hat. Then he lifted coat and hat above the rocks. Crack t Ping! The ringing report of a rifle and the singing of a bullet. The hat a11d coat dropped. In the coat Merri well found a That settled it. There was no longer a doubt but that the desperadoes were watching like wohes. Yet Old Joe had been able to slip forth from the protection of those rocks and creep away. More than ever Merri\Yell admired the skill of the old Indian. Thinking that the old fellow had instructed Dick in the craft vvhich he knew so well, Frank believed such knowledge had n@t been acquired in vain. Some time Dick find it very valuable to him. There was a hoarse burst of laughter from the watching ruffians. "Oh, Merriwell !" called a voice. "Well," sang back Frank, "what do you want?" "Stick that thing up again. \!\ e'd like a leetle target practice." "You' ll have to provide your own target; ierry re torted. "Oh, we reck o ns not! \i\7 e"Jl stand you up fer one s o oner or later," was the assurance. Still they had not discovered Old Joe. It seemed marvelous. The night passed on. Another hour was gone when there came a sudden commoti o n far up the ravine, as if on the further out s kirts of the ruffians. There were hoarse shouts, angry oaths, the rattle of shots, and then the clatter of iron-shod hoofs. The ring and echo of those clattering hoofs re .:ded into the night; coming back clear and distinct at fir s t but growing fainter and fainter. Frank Merriwell laughed and lay still until the s o und of the gall o ping horse had die
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 liftle in a suppressed way and sent a bullet through the moving object. "Put it up again!" he called, cheerfully. "I don't mind a little target practice myself." He knew the thing had been thrust up there to draw his fire and settle the question if he still re mained in the trap. But he had shown those ruffians that he could shoot as accurately as the best of them. After this he heard the me"n talking. He knew they were bewildered by what had happened. They could not believe it possible that a human being had crept forth from the snare.It seemed to them that the per son who had seized their horse and ridden away had come upon them from the rear and was in no way con nected with Merriwell. 'After a time they were silent. They were satisfied that the trap held fast. Then Frank found a comfortable place where he was perfectly hidden and coolly went to sleep, with his hand on his cocked rifle. CHAPTER IL FRANK WAITS. Merriwell needed sleep, and he did not hesitate to take it. It spoke well for his nerves that he could sleep under circumstances. It may seem that it did not speak so well for his judgment. Still he knew that be would awaken at any sound of an alarming nature, and he believed those men would rest con tent, satisfied that they had him caged where there was no possibility that he could give them the slip. After an hour or more, he awoke and demonstrated the fact that he was still behind the rocks by exchang ing a challenge with the watching ruffians. Then he slept again. And so the night passed on. Frank was wide awake with the coming of dawn. He saw the stars pale and die in the sky. He saw the gentle gray of morning and the flush of sunrise. Far up the ravine rose the smoke of a camp-fire, telling where the ruffians were preparing breakfast. "Oh, Merriwell l" "Hello, yourself!" "Are you hungry?'' "No, thank you. I have plenty to eat." "Are you thirsty ?" ... "Not in the least. I have my canteen." "That'll be empty right soon. How would you like some steamin' hot coffee?" "It wouldn't go bad. Send some in." "We'll exchange a pot of coffee for sartin papers you has with yer." "You're very kind!" laughed Merry, derisively. "It's a right good offer. \Ve're gain' to have them papers anyhow, an' you may not even git coffee fer them." "You're due for the greatest disappointment of your lives, gentlemen," declared Frank. "If you're looking this way for papers, you're barking up the wrong tree." "Oh, you can't fool us!" was the answer. "We know you've got 'em, and we'll have 'em." "Ever gamble?" asked Frank. "Oh, we sometimes take a chance." "I'll go you my horse and outfit against that of any one in your party that you don't get the papers." "Done! It's a sure thing as far as we're consarned. We has yer foul, an' we'll stay right yere till we starves ye out." "Too bad to waste your valuable time so foolishly. But, say!" "Say it." "I see no particular reason why my horse here should go hungry and thirsty." "Not the least. Bring the pore critter right out." "Beg pardon if I seem a trifle lazy, but it's too much bother. However, I'll send him out, and I'll look to you to see that he's properly cared for." without exposing himself, Frank managed to get the horse out from the niche in the wall where he had been pla<:ed, headed the animal through a break in the rocky barrier and sent him off, with a sharp crack of the hand. The horse galloped up the ravine, finally saw hu-

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. man beings, stopped, snorted, seemed about to turn back, but finally kept on and disappeared. Then Frank settled down to wait, being resolved to give Old Joe plenty of time. The day gTew hot in the ravme, where there was little air. The sun beat down with great fierceness from the unclouded sky. Those mountains seemed bare and baked. Little wonder that their repelling fastnesses had presented little attraction for the pros pector. Little wonder it had often been reported that they .contained no gold. But Frank Merriwell's "Queen Mystery" mine lay in that range, and it had developed so richly that the great Comsolidated Mining Association of America was straining every nerve to get possession of it-to wrest it from its rightful owner. So Frank baked in the sun, taking care to keep well hidden, for he knew those men would gladly end the affair by filling him full of lead, if they were given the opportunity. Once or twice he caught glimpses of them. Several times they challenged him. He was prompt to an swer every challenge, and he did not wish to shoot any of them. He had fully decided on the course he would pur sue; but he was determined to give Joe Crowfoot plenty of time to perform his part of the programme. Frank smiled in grim irony over his position. He took it philosophically, satisfied that that was the best he could do. He did not worry, for worry would do him no good. He was given plenty of time to reflect on the course pursued by the syndicate, and it made him wonder that such high-handed things could take place in the United States. It seemed rather remarkable that the head of the mighty syndicate, D. Roscoe Arlington, was the father of Chester Arlington, Dick Merriwdl s bitterest enemy at Fardale. Frank had encountered Mr. Arlington. He had found him blunt, grim, obstinate, somewhat coarse, yet apparently not brutal. Being a clever reader of human nature, which many arc not who pride themselves t1'at they are, Frank had become satisfied that there were many men in the world who were far worse than D. Roscoe Arlington, yet were considered models of vir tue and justice. Arlington was not a hypocrite. He was bluntly and openly himself. He had set out as a poor boy to make a fortune, and now it seemed pos sible that he might become the richest man in America. Comfortable riches had first been the object for which he strived; but when his scheming poured wealth upon him, he set the mark higher. He determined to be one of the very rich men of the United States. That goal he had now arrived at; but the mark had been lifted again, and now he \\ ; as determined to become the richest. Arlington had not ordered those ruffians to take the papers from Frank. Still he was back of it all. He had turned the matter over into the hands of unscrupulous lieutenants, instructing them to employ any means within their power to obtain possession of the Queen Mystery and San Pablo mines. Those lieu tenants were directing the operations of the ruffians. It is quite probable that Arlington did not wish to know the method employed by his lieutenants. All he 1Hesired was the result. Frank had also met Mrs. Arlington, and he had seen in her a haughty, dqmineering, icy woman, ready to do anything to gain her ends. She was proud and high heacled, although she had once been a poor girl. She looked down in scorn and contempt on all poor people. But Merry had not forgotten June Arlington, who had a truly high-bred face of great attractivenes and who was vivaciou yet reserved, proud yet considerate, high-spirited yet kind. He had not forgotten the girl, and ever he thought of her with feelings of kindness, for with her own hands she had restored to him the precious papers when they had been stolen from him. He knew Dick admired June, and he did not wonder at it, for about June Arlington there was such fascina tion as few girls possess. Still :Merry could not help wondering if June would one day develop into a woman like her mother. Such a result
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.. TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 Midday passed, and the afternoon waned, yet without any diminishing of the scorching heat in the ravine. Frank's water was gone, and he began to feel the torments of thirst. He had counte.d the time as it passed. Finally he was satisfied that Crowfoot had accomplished the task some doubt concerning the result, for he knew those ruffians were very treacherous; but somehow he was satisfied that they had been instructed to obtain the papers, if possible, without killfog him, and that belief led him to run the risk that he now faced. He was ready to drop instantly if they fired as he he had set out to perform. The papers were mailed. arose into Yiew. A moment he stood quite still, and Probab ly they were already on their way to Dick Mer riwell at Fardale. "\Vell," muttered Frank, "I think I'll go out and l oo k these ruffians ov er now." CHAPTER III. IN THE HANDS OF CIMARRON BILL. A shout quickly brought an answer. "Gentlemen," said Frank, 'Tm for a parley. \\That say you?" "\Ve're willing. Parley away." "If you were to get those papers I suppose you would feel yourselves perfectly well satisfied?" "I reckon you\e hit it good an' fair." "Such being the case, if I come forth with hands up
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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "There was last night." "Yes." "Well, I don't opine he's melted into the air or sunk into the ground, an' tharfore he has to be yander behind them rocks." "I give you my word, sir, that he is not there, and has not been there since last night." The ruffians had gathered about and were listening to this talk. Picturesque scoundrels they were, armed to the teeth and looking fit for any job of bloodshed or murder. They glared at the cool youth standing so quietly in their midst; but he seemed perfectly at his ease. "Sam," said the leader, turning to one of them, "go out yonder to them thar rocks an' look round for that redskin." Sam, a squat, red-headed desperado, seemed to hesi tate. "What ef the Injun is waitin' thar to shoot me up some as I comes amblin' along?" he asked. "Go!" said Cimarron Bill, in a tone cold as ice. "If the Injun shoots you, we'll riddle this here young gent with bullets." "Which won't do me good none whatever," mut tered Sam; but he knew better than to disobey or hesitate longer, and so, dropping his rifle into the hollow of his left arm, he stepped out and advanced toward the spot where Merriwell had been ensconced behind the bowlders. The brutal band watched and waited. Cimarron Bill surveyed the face of Frank Merriwell, more than half expecting the youth would call for Sam to come back, knowing the fate that would befall him in case tlie Indian began to shoot. But Sam walked straight up to the bowlders, clam bered onto them, and looked over into the hiding place that had served Frank so well. "Derned ef thar's ary livin' critter hyer !" he shouted back. Sam sprang down behind the bowlders. They saw his head moving about, but, very soon, he clambered back over them and came walking rapidly away. "The varmint is sartin gone," he averred. Immediately Cimarron Bill his cocked volver against Frank Merriwell s temple. "Tell us where the In jun is!" he commanded. "Speak quick and straight, or I'll blow the top of your head off!" CHAPTER IV. A NERVY CAPTIVE. "I am unable to tell yo'! just where he is at present," said Frank, with that perfect coolness that so aston ished the desperadoes. "He left me last night." "Left you ?" "Yes." "How? vVe had this side guarded, an' ther boys below kept close watch." "All the same, I think Joe Crowfoot passed you. How he did it I do not know. He told me he could.'1 The leader of the ruffians looked as if he was not yet willing to believe such a thing had happened; but there no longer seemed much chance for doubt. "Then it must have been that red whelp who stole one of our bosses !" he said. "I think it was," nodded Merry. "Something like two hours after he left me I heard a commotion this way, followed by some shooting and the sound of a galloping horse, which died out in the distance." Some of the m en began to swear, but Bill silenced them with one swift look from his evil eyes. "Well, that sure is the limit!" he observed, trying to hide some of i1is disgust. "We didn't opine a kitten could sneak past us without being seen an' shot up." "A kitten might not," said Frank. "But Old Joe Crowfoot should be compared with a serpent. He has all the wisdom and craft of one. I depended on him, "Make sure," called the leader, in that metallic and he did not fail me." voice of his, which was so hard on the nerves. "Don't make no mistake." "Where has he gone? State it-state it almighty sudden!"

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TIP TOP -WEEKLY 7 "If he followed instructions, he has gon(j to Holbrook." "For what?" "To send a message for me to my brother." "A message ? \ Vha t sort of a message ?" ''A letter and some papers." "Papers?'' said Cimarron Bill, in a low, terrible tone. ''\Vhat papers?" "Certain papers referring to the Queen Mystery and San Pablo mines, which I own." The look of disappointed rage which contorted the crnel face of the murderous ruffian was terrible to wit ness. The lips were pressed together until they ap peared to make one straight line 110 wider than the thin blade of a knife. The eyelids closed to natTO\Y slits. while that dark face turned to a bluish tinge. Satan himself could not have looked more cruel and pitiless than did Cimarron Bill at that moment. l\fanv times had Frank stood in deadly peril of his life; but, looki11g at that man then, he well knew that neyer had his clanger been greater. Still, if he regretted his act in walking forth and surrendering himself into the hands of such a creature he effectually concealed it. He betrayed not a whit of trepidation or alarm, \Yhich was a masterly display of nerve. The began to murmur fiercely, like the growling of so many volves. Pel'haps it was to this outbreak that owed his life, for the leader sud denly bade hem be silent, and the sounds ceased. "So you sent those papers off by that old redskin, did you?" asked Bill. "I did.'' "And you have the nerve to come out here and tell me that! If you had known me better, you would have stayed, and choked and starved, or even shot yourself behind those rocks, before doing such a thing!" :\Ierriwell made no retort, for he felt that tqo many words \\.ould be indiscreet. This man was capable of any atrocity, and another stra \\" might break the cartiel's back. ''::\Ir. said the ruffian, "I came here for thern papers, and I"m goin' to i1ave them I" "You may take my life," said Merry; "but that will not give you the papers. In fact, it will utterly defeat the object of those men who have employed you to obtain them "Say you so? How do you figger that out? with you out of the way, they'll have less trouble in takin' your mines." "On the contrary, if I am murdered, the fact will react against them. I have written a full account of the facts concerning my position and fight with the syndicate to my brother, to be used in case anything serious happens to me. "'With that, and with the papers I have sent him, I fancy he can so arouse public indignation against the syndicate that the men who are pushing this thing will be glad enough to pull in their horns and quit the battle. So you can see that by killing me you will defeat the object of the syndi cate and disgust it with your method of procedure Frank spoke those words convincingly, and certain it is that he made an impression on Cimarron Bill. The other ruffians, however, who failed to reason clearly, were fierce enough to shoot the captive where he stood. Bill stood still and looked the young man over, be ginni;1g to realize that he was dealing with a youth of more than ordinary courage, resource and sagacity. His respect for Merriwell was beginning to develop amazingly. Frank could read the man vvell enough to feel that the danger point' had been succe sfully passed, and he breathed more freely, although there was no outward change in his manner. "I'm not yet satisfied that you're not lying to me," said the chief of the ruffians; whereupon he ordered his satellite to search the captive. The closest search. which was supervised by Bill, failed to bring to li_ght_ the package of coveted Bill eemed to pass a few moments in thought. Then he said : "\Ve"ll all go over yander and have a look round among the bowlders." \Vith Frank in their midst, they proceeded to the spot where he had successfully held them off. As they

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8 TIP TOP WEEKL Y wc-nt forward, they called to the men down the ravine, and soon those ruffians came hastening to join them. "Have ye got the papers?" demanded Big Monte, a strapping ruffian, who was the leader of the party. "When he learned what had happened the giant swore in angry disappointment: "However did you all happen to let the Injun slip ye that way?" he demanded, scornfully. Bill looked him over. "I opines you're not castin' reflections any whatever?" he said, in a deadly manner. Big Monte looked large enough to eat the thin, dark-faced chap, but he hastened to disclaim any in tention of "casting reflections," whereupon Bill gave him no further heed. The chief set them to searching amid the bowlders overseeing it all and taking care that no possible place of concealment was neglected. But all this search came to nothing, and the baffled wretches were finally forced to confess that they were outwitted. But Merri well was a ) captive in their hands, and in their disappointment they might be led to revenging themselves upon him. CHAPTER V. INTO THE NIGHT. Cimarron Bill was a man who disliked being out witted and outdone, especially by a youth of Frank Merriwell's years, and he was one who was not at all likely to let such a thing pass without seeking to re cover and accomplish his object by some method, failing in which, he was almost certain to take summary and tragic vengeance on the one who had baffled him. Merriwell knew well enough in what peril he stood, and yet he maintained his manner of composure. Bill spoke to two of the ruffians, of whom Big Monte was one, and Sam, the red-headed rascal, the other. "You two take charge of this here altogether too smarty young gent," said the leader of the desperadoes, "and look out for him a heap close. Da.n't let him come none of his slick tricks on you, for you will be held responsible for him, and I opines you know what that means." "Oh, we'll take care of him!" said Sam, significantly, as he fingered the butt of a pistol. "All I wants is a r ight good chance to do that!" Bill fixed the red-head with a look of his narrow black eyes. "At the same time," said he, "permit me to suggest that you lets no special harm come to him, as I reckons him valuable property just about now, and I may need him a whole lot later. If anything unnecessary hap pens to the young gent, you'll deal with me for it!" It must be confessed that Merry felt somewhat safer in the hands of those ruffians after that, for he began to perceive that, for some reason, Bill wished to pre serve him for the time being without harm. Apparently the captive gave little heed to these words, but in truth he missed nothing. As the others drew aside with Bill, Big Monte took a picket rope, observing: "I allows, Sam, that we'd better be keerful, jest as the boss suggests, fer it ain't a whole lot healthy to have anything happen contrarywise to his wishes. Such bein' the case, I propose we tie up this here young gent some, so he'll not bring trouble on hisself an' us by tryin' to lope out." Sam looked disappointed. "I was a-thinkin'," he said, "that I'd like to see him try to lope; but sense the boss has put it so plain, I kind of changes my mind, an' I thinks your propersition is kirect. Go ahead, Monte, while I keeps him kivered with my shootin'-iron." Frank made no objection as Big Monte tied his hands behind him. He knew it was quite useless, and so he submitted with a meekness that was rather de ceptive, for it seemed to indicate that he was quite awed b y his situation and the men who had taken him cap-. \ hve. "I judges that will do," said the big man, having bound the rope about Merry's wrists until it was un comfortable in its tightness. "He's good an' fast now." Merriwell sat down on a rock, while the two ruffians flung themselves on the ground in the shadow of the wall and waited the end of the consultation between the chief and the remainder of the band Bill was talking to his ruffians in his low, quiet way, and they were listening. Frank wondered what was passing, but they were too far away for him to hear. At last, one of the men, who had but one arm, started off from the others, hurrying toward the horses. Bill had thrust something into this man's hand, seeming to give him a final admonition. Five minutes later

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' TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 the one-armed man, mounted on the v ery be s t horse he could find, rode away at good speed. Even then Merry did not conceive that it was the desperate purpose of One-Hand Hank to follow those papers all the way to Fardale, if necessary, in the at tempt to gain possession of them. He fancied that Hank meant to try to find the Indian, \ v ith the h o pe that the papers still remained in Old Joe's.possession. Bill came back and stood looking Merriwell over. Several of the men had departed toward the spot where the horses were kept. "I reckons you thinks yerself s o me slick, kid! he said, with cold contempt. You 'll git all over that before you're through dealiri with Cimarron Bill. I'm sartin to take the conceit out of ye a whole lot." To which Merry vouchsafed no ret o rt. "Bring him along, said the chief, to Sam an d Monte. "We' re goin' to pull up stakes and hike. So Frank was marched up to the horses, among which was h i s own animal whi c h had been captured by the ruffians. "If you d o n t mind gentlem e n," said Merry, "it would give me considerable sati s faction to imbibe a little water." "You'll choke plumb to death afore ye e v er gits a drap from me," averred Sam. Whereupon Bill looked at the red-head sharply, say-ing: "Sam, give him a drink from your canteen." And Sam did so. "Thanks," said Merry, easily. "Lt was the desire for water that led me to saunter out from my place among the rocks earlier than I intended. I feel much better now." His saddle had been brought along, and, when it was strapped upon his horse, he was tossed into it by Big Monte and another. 'The rest of the band had prepared to move, with. the exception of those had come from down the ravine and one fellow who seemed to have taken the place of the departed fellow with arm. These men had horses beyond the rocky barrier that had been blown down to prevent Merriwell from escaping in that direction, and it was necessary for them to return and pursue another course, as the horses could not be brought over that barrier. There was little delay when everything was ready. Bill took the lead fcmd those who were to follow did so, the captive in their midst; his horse led by one of them. The others had turned back. The sun was descending peacefully behind the barren mountains, and night was spreading her sable pinions over the land. There was gold in the western sky. The heat yet seemed unabated, save in the valleys and gorges; but later it would become unpleasantly cool. In silence those men rode onward, with their dark, cruel-faced leader at their head. The hoofs of the horses clinked and rang, bestirring the echoes; and, when the gloom of night had stolen upward from the gulches, there came an occasional spark like a fire fly when the iron of a hoof struck a flinty rock. So night came on, and still they went forward. Frank wondered what their destination could be; but he saw they were taking a course that must bring nearer the Queen Mystery rrline. He wasted no words in seeking to engage any of them in conversation. All the while, however, his thoughts were bi.1sy. He wondered much if he could come safely throu g h this perilous mischance and how it was to be acc o mplishecl. For Frank had not given up and he had confidence that somehow he would find a way, or one would be opened to him. CHAPTER VI. IN THE OLD HUT, In a valley amid the hills that lay at the base of the barren mountains stood an old hut. Who had built it there? It seemed that it had beyond doubt, been erected by some prospector. What fate had befallen the builder no man knew. The hut remained, weather worn and falling to pieces. The c o ming of an o ther day found Frank Merriwell a captive in that hut, closely guarded. The ruffians had st o pped there, for in the vicinity could be found w oo d and wate r and feed for the horses. Some time during the night they had been joined by Big M o nte and the others who had turned back to secure the horses beyond the barrier in the ravine. In the morning th e men lay about in the vicinity of the hut. Two fires had been built, and breakfast was preparing. Inside the hut an armed man kept guard over the captive. At intervals the guard was changed, but al ways a man was near with a pistol ready to shoot down if he offered to make a break for free dom. But Frank seemed strangely contented. After the

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10 TIP TOP WEEKLY. through the night, he asked for a blanket to make himself comfortable, suggested in a pleasant way that it would be agreeable to have the cords about his wrists loosened a little, as they were chafing him and his wrists were swollen, and, when the ropes were entirely removed, then lay down on the blanket and went calmly to sleep. Merry slept until one of the men brought him some This fellow kicked him to awaken him, whereupon Frank looked up and observed: "Gently, partner-gently! You don't have to kick in a rib in order to get my eyes open." "Ef it wasn't fer ther boss," said the fellow, ''I' cl take a heap o' satisfaction in kickip' ev'ry clern rib outer ye!" "Then I am thankful for the boss." "Hush! Mebbe ye thinks so now; but wait till he gits round ter deal with ye. I opii1es. he'll disterb ye some." "Well, don't lead me into worriment before it is nec essary," entreated Frank, with a smile. "As long as I'm comfortable, I see no reason to disturb myself over what may happen-for there is always a chance that it may not happen "Wal, not in this case. Ye've robbed us outer a clean two hundred dollars apiece by sen
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. II "It's straight goods, Merriwell. A while ago you offer1ed one of 'em a thousan' dollars if he would find a way to get you out of this." "Correct," admitted Merry, immediately. "And had he accepted the offer and accomplished the job, I should have congratulated myself on getting off very cheap." He had seen at once that it was useless to try decep tion or denial with Bill, and so he spoke frankly. "That's right," nodded Bill. "A thousan' would be small money fer such a job; but it ain't no use, for none of them will take the job at that or five times as much. 'Cause why? 'Cause they knows me, Cimarron Bill, right well. They know I'd sure settle up with 'em if they done any crooked work. They have seen the notches in my guns. Some of 'em has seen me shoot." "Well, my dear, sir," smiled Merry, "I don't pre sume you fancied I would remain here like a man in a trance without trying to get away in some fashion?" "I hardly opined that would be your style. But I has to ye that you has about one chance in teen million of gettin' off with a hull hide. I keep a guard inside and outside, besides another over the hosses. I don t want to shoot ye--now-but it sure will be done if you breaks an' runs fer it." "Of course I'd have t0 take chances on that." "Don't! But your offer to Jake has set me thinkin'. Somehow I kinder take to your style." "Thanks!" laughed Merriwell. "You has a heap of nerve for a youngster." "Thanks again!" "And I opine we'd make a pretty strong team to gether. Such bein' the case, I has a propersition to make to ye, whereby, in case you accepts, you gits outer this scrape in a hurry an' none the worse for wear." "Let it drive/' said Frank. "I'm listening." CHAPTER VII. AN INTERESTING GAME. "Like 'most ev'rybody," said Bill, "I'm out fer the dust. That's what brought me up against you. I opined you'd be easy meat. I've sorter changed my mind. You look an' talk like a tenderfoot, but I take it that you has your eyeteeth cut, an' this yere ain't the first time you've seen Arizona." "I have been in Arizona before. I have likewise been in various parts of the West." "I knowed it," nodded Bill. "I likewise opine you has a whole lot of fight in ye." "Well, I rather enjoy the strenuous life." "But you're certain up against a right powerful com. bination in this yere gang what means to have your mines." "Without doubt." "You n!:!eds assistance to hold them there mines. Such bein' the case, suppose we strikes a partnership, you an I, an' stan s by each other. You'll find me a right handy partner when it comes to fightin', an' I kin back ye up with a gang what will wade through gore fer me. Under them circumstances, I reckons we kin give this yere Minin' Trust a run fer its money." "Your offer is very interesting, not to say fascinat ing," confessed Frank. "But there is something be hind it. Come out with the whole matter." "There's nothing to come out with, save that I'm to be taken in a half partner in your mines." "Only that?" smiled Merry, scornfully. Bill did not like the manner in which the youth spoke those two words. "I 'lows," he said, "that you'll be gettin' off a heap cheap at that. If you fails to accept, it's almost certain your friends never hears of you no more. You'll be planted somewhere yereabouts. Arter that, the Minin' Trust will have easy goin'." "vVell," said Merry, "I presume you will give me time to think this matter over?" "Certain. I gives ye till to-morrer momin'." "All right." Again Bill lighted a fresh cigarette. "But, without 'pearin' to press ye too hard, which might cause ye onpleasant rememberances in the futer, I hints that I'll be a heap riled up if you fails to accept my offer." Then Bill called the guard and sauntered out. Frank had no thought of permitting the desperado to force him into such a partnership, but he believed that it would be well to appear to take time to consider it. That afternoon, toward nightfall, he was permitted to go outside in the open air, with two armed guards watching over him. Frank inhaled the open air with a sense of gratitude, for the hut had become stuffy and oppressive. He looked around, noting the surroundings, without betraying any great interest in the location. He saw that all about the hills rose to inclose the valley, but conjectured that the party had entered from the south or southeast.

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1 2 TIP TOP WE E K LY. By this time the men were interested in him, a11d they looked him over curiously. Four of_them were playing cards, and Merry sat clown on the g-rouncl where he could watch the game. "You don't want to be makin' no rem:lrks abot1t what keerds ye sees in anybody's hand, yo ng man," growled one of them, whose card Merry could see. Frank smiled. "I'm not quite that fresh," he said. "I have played the game occasionally myself. If I had a chance to sit in, I might give yot1 some points." They laughed derisively at that, for the idea that this s111ooth-faced youth could give the111 point at pol{er seemed preposterous. "Why, ef you got inter thi game we'tl skin the eye teeth outer ye!" declared one. "You'd be easy pluckin'," said another. "It would be a shame to rob ye," sneered a third. "But seein s you ain't got no dust, we won't have that pleasure "If it's dust that bars me," said Merry, "I might have enough to last a hand or h o. I see you're play ing five dollars limit, with a two bits edge." "Why, you're plumb skinned dry!" said Big Monte. "You ain't got no stuff. 'J \\Thereupon Frank displayed a little thin wad of bank bills, amounting to about twenty-five dollars in all. They were astounded, for no tno11ey had been found on him when he was searched for the papers. "How is this?" growled Monte. "Whar did ye keep it hid?" "That's my business," said Merry. "If you're anxiou to teach me this game let me in." They made a place for him, assuring him that he would "last q u ick." Now Merry was a most adept poker player, although he let the game entirely alone, not believing in gam bl ing. He was also a clever t11agician, and he could do tricks with cards to astonish far more astute men than t hes e ruffians. It was Pinto Pede's deal, and the Mexican handled the cards in a slick manner. Without pretending to watch him, Merry really kept a close eye on the fellow's movements. Pede looked his cards over carelessly. Big Monte chipped a dollar, the next man raised him a dollar, and it was up to Frank, who immediately raised five. Monte laughed hoarsely. "Throwin' yer money away right off, eh?" he said. The man after Frank dropped out. Pinto Pede raised five dollars. The fellow whose edge it was dropped his cards, but :Monte came in, a did the next ma11 and Fr
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. the side card held up w"th the three jacks could be a five spot. In case Frank had three jacks only, Pede's three queens were "good." The betting beg2n. Monte started ii with a dollar. The next man pad failed to improve his hand, and he fell out. Frank raised five. Pede shoved in six dollars, and added another five. "I tak' dis pot/' he said. Monte his cards over. Then he looj{ed at Pede. He knew the Mexican. "You ougV1ter be shot I" he said. And he threw his cards down, turning to Frank. -"You ain' f t got a ghost of a show agin' that Greaser, youngster," l he averred. "\Veil, a c> long as my money lasts' I'll stay with him," smileKi Merry. He did. Having thrust the last of his money into the pot, he called. Pede spr ead out his three queens, smiling with crafty triumph. "You nq fool me," he said. "My t'ree bigger dan your t'ree. I tak' da mon'." "\Nait ac minute," said Merry. "I happen to, have more than 1 threes here." And he displayed hi full hand, coolly raking the money oveid" to his side of the blanket. i < CHAPTER VIII. PII f'fTO PEDE RECEIVES HIS LESSON. Pinto Pe'Jde was the most disgusted Mexica11 ih all Arizona. 1 E'\t the same time he was thoroughly thun derstmck. / : That had secured the pair of fives with his three jacks J for all of his style of drawing seemed like legerdemair 1. Big Mon_) te gave a shout of surprise, that was not en tirely unmiangled with delight. "'vVal sa .'.y !" he roared; "that's the furst time I ever see11 Pede fone up on his own deal by a tenderfoot! Haw! haw b1 haw!" The Mexi turned green. The language he used cannot be repe ated here. As the continued Frank soon demonstrated that he was quite .. T'oable of holding his own with those men. On his deal ht;\t simply played "hob" with them. In less than thirty mir1utes he had won over a hundred and fifty dollars. Cimarro11 Bill had sauntered up and was standing near, his arm folded, silently watchirig the progress of the game. "Gentlemen," said Frank, finally, "you're too easy for me. Just to show you how easy you are, I'll deal a hand around and then tell you what you have." "Not if you lets me cut," declared Mo11te. Merry had gathered the cards and was shuffling them. "You may cut," he said. He put the cards down on the blanket, and Monte divided thetn into two parts, after which he watched Frank to see that he picked them t.lp right. Merry picked them up with 011e hand, doing so swiftly. He picked them up all right, but he cleverly made the pass, which restored the cards to their ori"ihal positions, as they were before Monte had cut. Then he dealt. Vvhen they picked up their cards, he began at the left and called off the cards each man held, going around the entire circle. Monie threw his with a cry of amazement. "An' this yere is what we takes for an easy mark!" he exclaimed. "He cheat!" grated Pinto Pede. "Dat how he Win all cla mon'." "I don't want your money," said Merry. "I find it too easy to make money off such chaps as you. You talk about tenderfeet, but the East is full of tenderfeet who could skin you fellows to death. If you ran into a New York bunco man he'd have your boots off your feet in less than thitty minutes. In fact, gentlemen, you need to get your eye teeth filed." He was laughing tl.t them, as they plainly saw. This made Pinto Pede furious, and, with a cry of rage, the Mexican snatched out a knife, flung himself forward on his knees, clutched the captive's throat and seemed about to finish him. Quick as a flash, Merriwell had seized Pede's wrist, which he gave a twist that made the bones crack and brought a yell from the yellow-faced fellow's lips. The knife dropped. Merry tossed it over his shoulder, and then flung Pede backward, groaning over his wrenched arm. "The only safe way to play such tricks on me," said the undisturbed captive, "is to catch me when I'm asleep."

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' TIP TOP WEEKLY. Then Cimarron Bill spoke, and they saw he had a pistol in his hand. "It sure is a good thing for Pede that the gent stopped his play just as he did, for if Pede had done any cuttin' I'd sartin shot him up a whole lot. I told you boys that Mr. Merriwell is to be kept safe an' unharmed until I gits ready to finish with him, an' when I says a thing like that, I ginerally has a way o' meanin' it. If Pede had used his knife, I'd a-let day light through him instanter." Now they all kne":' Bill spoke the truth, and so Pede was doubly humiliated. "He was a trifle hasty," said Merriwell, coolly. "I was about to explain that I never keep money won at cards, as I do not believe in gambling. I sat in this game to illustrate to you fellows that it doesn't always pay to get puffed up and look contemptuously on a ten derfoot. Having made the lesson plain, I will withdraw my own money, will leave the amount I have won. You may divide it equally among you and go on with your game." This Frank did exactly as he said, taking himself out of the game. There would have been a quarrel over the division of the money had not Bill interfered. Possibly Frank was counting on that quarrel, for a fight among the men might have given him an oppor tunity to escape. However, if such was his plan, it for Bill acted as judge and saw that the matter was settled without farther dispute or bloodshed. Merry turned away, his hands in his pockets, seeming to take no farther interest in the gambling ruf fians. They looked after his fine, supple, manly figure, and Big Monte said : / "Gents, he shore is a I admits it now. He's put up a heap different from any tenderfoot I ever struck afore. We knows he kin shoot, er didn't he perforate Sam's coat back yander in the when Sam h'isted it on his rifle. We know he kin play keerds, fer didn't he jest demonstrate it to our com plete satisfaction. We know he has a heap of nerve, fer he sure has showed it all the way through. An' I'm bettin' he's goin' ter make it a right hot fight afore the galoots what are arter his mines gits what they wants." "You forgits he's dealin' with Bill," said one of the others; "an' Bill shore has the keerds stacked on him." "That's all right,'' said Monte; "but you got ter do somethin' more than stack 4he keercis on that young chap. Didn't Pede do that, an didn't he beat Pede a plenty at his own game? Tha t show:d me that you never kin tell when you has Frant1.C Merriwell beat fer fair." CHAPTER IX. THE FEATHER. Frank had known all the time that E \ill was watch ing. He had played the game more for' the benefit of the chief of the rascals than any one else. t At the same time, it had served to pass away a little t ime and had been a diversion for the moment. r 'fhe guards also were near, watching every move closely. Frank had satisfied himself that there wa s no chance of making a break to escape without throw9ing his life away, and so he seemed to return to the hu t with per fect content. Indeed, his nonchalance ancl1 apparent lack of fretfulness and dissatisfaction over J!1is misfor tune was most amazing to the rough men. Merry ate supper heartily. There was a clay fireplace in the hut, and :: the nio-ht h coming on cool, a fire was built there. erry lolled beforn the fire on the hard-packed earth, wh8ich served as a floor to the hut. ;; Bill came in, sat down on the ground, ar id rolled a t "Well," he finally said, "how do you fined yourself to-night?" "Oh, comfortable," carelessly answered "Smoke?" "Never do." "Drink?" "Out of my line." "Still you can shoot and play 1poker I I ilcertain admits you're a queer one!" After a little silence, Bill again dismissed: the guard. Then he said : "I'm in a leetle hurry to know what answer is to that there propersition I made ye. I sw'a) r, partner, I sure reckons we'd make a hot pair. I -!S to you l" "You're very complimentary!" l "I'm givin' it to ye straight. my style. Now, I wants ye ter know that I kin be "'bf great ser vice to ye, so I reckons it was well enc mgh to tell ye what has been done. You sent 'papers to your brother in the East. Well, I has.>rsent one of my best

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 15 men a-chasin' the '1papers, an' he'll be sure to get 'em if it kin be did. IP he succeeds, you'll be plumb out in the cold. Howson' \ever, in case we rigs up a partner ships, it won't be nrohow so bad, fer my man he brings me the paper an that fixes it all right. Savvy?" ''That is the ,.way you look at it.'' "Sure. You f may have thought you was a-givin' me too much to If me have a half share in your mines; but when you: reckons that you gits your liberty, my friendship, an: d you has your papers saved, which same otherwise wo : uld go to the Minin' Trust, I opine you'll come to see1 that you're n o t makin' such a powerful bad trade af; ter all." "But it i ; not at all certain that you'll get possession of those In fact, everything is against such a thing happet ning." "Is that pO ?" "It is." "How cf.;o ye make it out?" "My br:other knows his business, and he will take care of thrt papers." "How tid you them?" "RegistFred mail. "So I 01;1inecl. Now you knows it takes things regis tered a hecap sight longer to travel than it takes other mail." 1 "Well?' "Such b(ein' the case, One-Hand Hank is pO\verful sartin to thar ahead o' the letter." "He "In whi;ch case he watches the post office close. When he l ees your kid brother take out the package, he follers d1e boy, taps him on the kebeza, knocks him stiff, takes !th(f papers and ambles. See how easy it is to be did?" "It is ea enough to talk about it; but my brother is pretty slrewd, and One-Hand Hank will have the time of his life getting those papers." "You don't know Hank. He's perfectly familiar with the Ea st, an' that was why he was sent. One time he escaped from Si11g Sing. That was when he had two good a;nns. He's a mighty bad man, an' he'll eat up that blrother of yours but he'll have the papers." "I give y(.f-iu my assurance that Dick will sit hard on Hank's stomach. I am not greatly worried, for all of what yo1t..bave told me." Bill frowned. "All right," he sai\d. "I did have some intentions of nsin' persuasive on ye, such as puttin' your feet to the fire, or things like that; but I holds them thi ngs off to the last finish, as I opine a brought about that there way would be onpleasant to us both." -"Rather," laughed Frank. "Still," said Bill; "I may haYe to be rather har h, which would grieve me up a lot with such a fine young fellovv as you are. I hopes you don't pring me none to that. T har s no chance fer you to give ri.1e the slip. I've taken mighty good keer of that p'int. It will save ye a great amount of trouble if you decide to-night that Wy becomes pards. J"ll jest walk out w i th ye an' interduce ye to ther boys as equal with me an' ev'rything will be loYely. I don't reckon you'd be fool enough to go back on any sech arrangement you made, \er Cimarron Bill ain't the man to be throwed down in such a way." "There is no need of even suggesting a threat,., said :VIerry. "If I enter into such a partnership with you, you can be sure I'll stand by it." Bill urged him to make the agreement at once, but still Merry declined. "Time i right precious," aid the leader of the ruf fians. "Perhaps I'll give you an ans\\ er to-morrow." And that was all Bill could get out of him then. So the chief fell to talki1\g of other things, and they chatted agreeably for some time. V\T hen the ruffian was ready to retire, he called the guard. Then he bade Frank good-night and went out. Merry slept with the same amazing peacefulness. But some time in the night he started wide-awake, seeming to feel near him the presence of some one who brought him either an assurance of possible escape or the prospect of still greater peril. The fire had died out, save for a few glowing coals on the hearth. The sentinel sat rigid in his corner. Merry could not tell if he slept or not. Outside the cabin something seemed to brush lightly against the wall. This gentle sound "-as n o t repeated. _\fter listen ing a long time, I rai1k fell asleep once more. In the morning he found a black feather where it ha
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16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. For that feather told him that Old Joe Crowfoot was near, and it promised escape from the hands of the ruffians. CHAPTER X. BILL WAITS HIS ANSWER. The feather caused Merry to suddenly cease planning himself and trust things wholly to Crowfoot. He knew Old Joe would find an opportunity to try to aid him to escape. It was necessary to have patience. Everything could not be accomplished in hurry . ThM morning Frank was asked by Bill to come out and take breakfast with the rest of the men, an invita tion which he willingly accepted, as he was beginning to thirst for the open air. It was a glorious morning, just as all mornings in that land of eternal sunshine seem to be glorious. The elevation was sufficient to give the air a pleasant cool ness. The sun shone down brightly. The horses fed in the valley. The men were lazing about, as usual. Never had Merry seemed so phfectly at his ease as he was on this morning. He was in a jovial mood. Some of the men attempted to chaff him. "You're right peert fer a tenderfoot," said Red Sam. "But the effeet East is ruther slow as compared with the West, you knows." "I'm sure I don't know," smiled Frank, sipping his coffee. "In what way is the East behind the West?" "Wal, when it comes to fast trains, we lays away over the East out yere." "Say you so? I have my doubts." "Wal, you see it's this a-way," said Sam, winking at some of his companions, "the trains out yere don't hev to stop ev'ry few miles, an' so, havin' once got started, they kin keep increasin' an' a-pilin' on speed till they literally tears along. Now, thar's the Over land Express. Why, I was a-ridin' on that train oncet when she was jest running at comfortable speed, and the telygraft poles beside the track seemed as nigh to gether as teeth in a fine-tooth comb." "That's speedy," confessed Frank. "You bate. But it warn't nortl.1in' to what she did later. A hot box, or somethin', kind o' delayed us, an' we hed to make up lost time. Sir, it' s a fact that arter she got on full head the telygraft poles looked presactly like a solid fence along beside the track!" "But see," said Frank, "you confess that your trains out here ha ve to take time to get up such high That is where they are the trains in the East." t "How ?" demanded Sam, contempt : uously. "Why, having to stop often, the &t, tern trains make it a practice to start quick and at hig h speed. They don't have to pump away for fifteen or t' wenty miles in order to get to going at a comfortable rate of speed. Instead of that they start right off at full speed. Now there is a train runs between New York a!nd washing ton. I got aboard at the station in J erse;v City. My girl had come along to see me off. I opened the car window and leaned out to kiss her good-l)Jy, and, so help me, I kissed a colored woman in Philac..lelphia !" There was a moment of silence, and then J3ig Monte gave a roar of delighted laughter. This was the kind of humor he could appreciate, and the fact that Red Sam had been doubly outdone by the tende1 foot gave him great joy. The others laughed, also, and their respect for their captive rose several notches. Cimarron Bill thoroughly appreciated Merry's clev erness in getting ahead of Red Sam. "That youngster' d make the greatest par d a man could tie to!" thought Bill. f After breakfast Merry coolly sauntered about the hut. He was followed everywhere by the tw1o guards, but he gave them no heed whatever. He h o oked for some farther sign of Old Joe, but saw nothing. Merry wondered how the re'dskin would go to work to accomplish what he meant to attempt. \ Bill let Frank alone until after dinner. Then he sat down with Merry, they being by them elves, and again broached the subject that seemed in his mind. 1 "S 1 'd F l "I ff I ee 1ere, sa1 ran <, o ered one of your men a thousand dollars to get me out of this. The same offer stap.ds good with you." I The dark face of Cimarron Bill and he looked deadly. "M bbe d k 1 I e you on t now you re msu tm me a heap!" he said. "Such bein' 1 the probable case, l resents it none. The Minin' Trust has promised me five thousan' when I turns them papers over." ) "Which you will never do." "v\Thich I'll sure do if you gits an' refuses to tie up with me." I "Well," said Frank, :'I'm not / bidding against the

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Mining Trust. I 'have refused to recognize that or' ganization." "Then you my proposal," said Bill, in that cold dan()"erous voi:ce of his. I::> "Not that. I want until to-morrow mornmg to think it over. J u St till to-morrow." "You'll give rhe my ansvver to-morrer mornin' ?" I "Yes." "Then it's se.t11'm that you has that much more time. I won't ask ye' no more about it until to-morrer morning; an' then ;'.You must sure give an answer. I knows what that anfswer will certain be if you has the level head I think,3." J CHAPTER XL i INJUN JOE TO THE RESCUE. Along .it, 1 the middle of the night Frank awc.ke. Again he '-vas overcome by that strange feeling that some perso:n was near him. Then he felt a touch, light as a athe;r, and saw at his side a dark figure. The starlight came in at the small, square window. A hand :.grasped Frank's wrist and gave it a gentle pull. ( h" There-w:: 1s not even a w 1sper. I Merry k11ew what was wanted. Without making a sound, he crept across the ground' to the wall: where a timber had been removed from the lower ;>c)rtion of the wall, making an opening large enough for '. a man to slip through. Some passed noiselessly through this opening ahead of hirln. Then Fra.!nk followed as silently as he could. Outside hEe found at his side the one who had en tered the ca i bin in that manner. This person lay flat on the and moved away with amazing deftness and silence. 1 Frank cot 1ld not follow as easily, but he wormed along as best he could. In that m;, mner they finally passed to the shelter of some scrubb{ bushes. There Fra} nk found a dark form sitting on the ground. 1 ply. "But I must have asleep. I didn't know you were in the hut until you touched me." "All right now. Make um no noise. Foller Joe." The old fellow did not hurry. He took his time to crawl along on hands and knees until they were far from the hut. At last, he arose, and Frank followed his example. They bent low and went on like two dark shadows. "Can we get out of the valley all right?" asked Merry. "One man him guard this way to go out," said Joe. "How do we pass him?" "Joe know. Leave it to him." The valley narrowed at last. They slipped along between rocky walls. Joe's feet made absolutely no sound. "Stop here," advised the redskin. "Joe him come back in minute." So Frank stopped and waited. The minute was long. Indeed, it became ten min utes at lea st. But the old fellow returned, saying: "All right. Coast clear." "What's that?" exclaimed Frank, as they riearly stumbled over a dark figure, as they were hurrying on agam. "Him guard," said Joe. "Guard? \rVhat's the matter "Him sleep." with him?" Merry shuddered a bit, for he fancied he knew the sort of sleep meant by the old fellow. Cimarron Bill would receive his answer in the morn ing. It would be a great surprise to him, and would please him not at all. More than two miles had been traversed when they in a deep gully, upon Old Joe' s horse. "No keep him so near," said the fndian. "Bring him here to have him ready to-night. You ride." Frank did not fancy the idea of riding, but the old fellow insisted, and Merry finally mounted So they passed through the silent night, Joe leading for a time . "Did you get the package off all right?" Merry asked. "Heap all riJght," whispered a voice. "You no make "Him go," said Joe. o worry." a row when Joe him come. Joe he know you be ready "Joe, I don't know how I can repay you; but anyif you find thing I have in this world is yours. You want to It was Crowfoot, t.!ie faithful old redskin. remember that. Take what you want that belongs to "I found the feathdr," whispered Merriwell, m reme."

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.18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. HJoeh i tn not need much He soon go off to the long hunt." Frank thought of the time when this old redskin had been his bitter enemy, when Joe had seemed treacher ous and deadly as a rattle nake, and smiled somewhat .. over the transformation. He had won the confidence of the Indian, who was now as faithful as he had once been dangerous. "Did you see anything o f the one armed man who was with my pursuers? asked Merry. "No see him after leave you." "He was sent away to foll o w y o u." "No see him. He no bother me." Frank was thoroughly well s atisfied with the work of the faithful redskin. They took turns at riding thro ughout the night. Three hours after dawn they came into a large, w o oded valley amid the mountains. As they approached this valley they heard afar a rumbling, jarring s ound that brought a smile to the face o f Frank Merriwell. "The stamps are in operati o n,'' he said. Riding up the valley, through which flo wed a s tream of water, they saw reared against the bold face of a \ high mountain, looking like ant-m o unds, s o me build ings, four or five in number In the side o f the moun tain opened the black mouth of a s haft. "Hurrah!" Merry cried, waving his hat over his head. "There, Jot!, the Quee11 :Yiystery, and she's in full blast !" CHAPTER XII. THE SHOT FROM THE HUT. The Queen Mystery mine was l o cated a long dis tance from the nearest railroad, but Merriwell had been to the expense alid trouble of having the very late s t machinery brought there and set up. He had in his employ Jim Tracy, as a foreman, said to be thoroughly capable and reliable. Only about fifty men were em p l oyed in the mine at that time; but Merry contem plated increasing the force extensively. There was talk of a branch railroad being con structed to pass within ten or fifteen mile s of the Queen Mystery. vVere the mine to fall into the hands of the Mining Trust, without doubt that railroad \vottld be con s t r u cted, and it would run direct to Camp Mystery and on ward. The influence of the great railroad magnate ke would easily bring about the rtu' di11g of the railroad to suite his fancy. t s' The Mining Trust had been compc'etely baffied in its fir s t efforts t o get the best of Merri well. I Frank was welcomed at the mine, where he made himself comfortable Old Joe disappeared within six hour$ ; after arriving there. He vanished with out s aying a v v ord to Merry ab out his intenti o ns Two days later he reappeared, Frank finding him s itting in the m orning with h i s back again\st one of the buildings, his red blanket pulled about h im, serenely k smo mg. Hello, J o e! cried Merry. "So you're back? "Ugh!" grunted J oe, as he c o ntinued to your report, Joe?'' "Bad men heap gone." "Cimarron Bill and his gang?' ... "Joe mean um." "They have g one?" "Git out. They go heap quick after Strong Heart he git away. "Well, that loo ks as if Bill had given up the fight. but it seems hardly p o ssible." "No can tell said the old fellow. !'1 ay corne 'gain with great lot many more bad men.' Frank sat d o wn and talked with the oilcl redskin for s ome time Then Joe w a s given a square meal and he ate heartily Merry had s o me business to l o ok after the mine, and he departed, at last, with the idea that he would find Joe and ha v e another talk wit!) him affer the bus iness was done. But when Merry came to look again for the Indian Joe had disappeared once more in his usual mysterious fashion. Merry was not at all sati s fied that Cima n on Bill had given up the struggle. In any event, he was confident . that the syndicate had not gi v en up, ancl experience had taught him that the organization wo Id re sort t o any desperate means to accomplish its purrose. So Merriwell, having seen that all thing<> were going well at the mine, set out the following
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. and contracted with a man to deliver everything with the least possible delay at the Queen Mystery mine. Having attended to this matter, Merry rested over night and set out with the first hint of coming day for the mine. Through the hottest part of the day he rested in a ravine where there was some shade. Then he traveled again until after nightfall The following forenoon found him in a part of the mountains that seemed familiar. He had diverged somewhat from the regular trail between Holbrook and the mine. Riding through a narrow pass, he came into a valley that was somewhat wooded ahd had a decidedly famil iar aspect. Five minutes later he drew rein, uttering an exclamation of surprise. Before him, at a distance, stood an old hut. lt required no second glance to show Merriwell that it was the very hut where he had bee1;i held a captive by Cimarron Bill and his gang. Frank looked around keenly, but the valley seemed desolate, and apparently he and his horse were the o nly living creatures within its confines. "The very place!" said Merry. "I wonder how Bill liked my answer to his proposition. He must have been decidedly surprised when he found me missing in, the morning." He rod forward toward the hut, having a fancy to look around the place. As he drew nearer, suddenly his horse plunged forward and fell, while a soot rang out. Merry had seen a puff of smoke come from the window of the hut. He managed to jerk his feet from the stirrups and drop to the ground behind the body of the horse, where he lay quite still. The animal had been shot through the brain, and it did not even kick after falling. CHAPTER XIII. THE MAN WHO FIRED THE SHOT, As he lay behind his stricken horse, Merriwell pulled his rifle around and got it ready for use. Peering over the body of the animal, he watched the hut. It stood there, silent and grim, seeming as deserted as before. Yet Frank knew that within it was the person who had fired that shot, which he believed 1 had been in tended for him. The sun, which was dropping toward the west, was still decidedly uncomfortable. It blazed upon him with a feeling like the heat from a bake-oven. Frank knew his peril. He knew better than to lift his head high and give his hidden foe another chance at him. He could not jump up and rush for cover, as cover lay too far away. Only one thing' could he do, and that was to remau1 quietly there and watch and wait. After a time it is likely the man who had fired the shot began to believe Merriwell seriously hurt. Frank caught a glimpse of him within the hut. "He's comi n g out!" Merry decided. He was mistaken. Time dragged on and the sun d i pped lower toward the mountain peaks; but still no person issued from the old hut. The situation was anything but comfortable. "Confound him!" muttered Frank. "Who is he, and what does he mean?" Even as he asked the question, he again saw the man moving beyond the window. Frank thrust the rifle across the horse, resting it on the animal's body. Then he got into a position where he could take good aim, and then waited again. The sun was touching the mountain tops when be yond the window Merry'saw the head of a man. Then the clear report of his rifle rang through the valley. The puff of smoke from the muzzle blotted out the window for a moment. When it floated away the window was empty. "Did I reach him?" thought Frank, anxiously. He felt that he had not missed, and still he could not be sure. He did not venture to rise from behind the horse. In case he had missed, he might fall before a second bullet from the hut. The sun went down behind the mountains, flinging a hundred golden and crimson banners the sky. Finally these began to fade, and a few stars peeped forth palely. "If somebody's watcping for me there," thought Merry, "it's going to be dangerous to move at best." But he felt that his buTiet had been billeted. Some thing told him his lead had not gone astray. As the light faded still more, he arose quickly, rifle in hand, and started on a run for the hut. As he ran he felt that it was far from impossible that

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20 TIP TOP WEEKLY. another shot might bring sudde11 death to him. Still he did not hesitate, and, running steadily, he came up to the hut. The door swung open before hi hand. He looked in. It was hot so dnrk as to hide a black figure that lay sprawled on the dirt floor. Frank shuddered a little and felt like turning away at once. "He brought it on himself!" he whispered. "It was my life or his. But I'm sorry I had to do it." Then he entered the hut. Striking a match, he bet1t over the prostrate figure. The reflected light, coming from his hallo-wed hands, showed him a familiar face. "Big Monte!" he cried, starting back and dropping the match. It was in truth the big man who had been dne oi Cimarron Billjs paid satellites. 'l'lrere was blood on Monte's face and beard. It had trickled down from his hair "Reckon 1 shot him straight through the head," said Merry, regretfully. "He was a magnificent brute! 1 rather admired him for his physique." He found the man's wrist and felt for his pulse. "Good Lord!" Merry cried. Big Monte's pulse flickeredj>eneath his fingers. The ruffian still lived. Frank knew where there was some wood, and this he soon had piled in a little heap in the open fireplace. He applied a match, and soon a blaze sprang up. By the growing light of the fire he examined Mor'.lte's wound. "Creased him as fine as can be!" he muttered. "Maybe there is a chance for him, after all." \ It tnay be explained that by "creased" Frank meant th'at the bullet had passed along the man's skull, cutting his scalp, yet had not penetrated the bone. This had rendered Big Monte unconscious. Merry removed the fellow's revolvers and knife and stood his rifle in a far corner. Then he brought some water in his drinking cup and set about the effort of restoring the wretch to consciousness, which did not prove such a hard task as he had anticipated. After a little, Monte's eyes opened and he lay staring at the youth. He seemed bewildered, and it was plain he could not readily collect his scattered wits. "Well, Monte," said Frank, coolly, "that was a pretty dose call for you. I came near shooting off the top of your head, which I would have been justified in doing. All the same, I'm glad I failed." The big man cohtinued to stare at Frank. Already Merry had bound up the ruffian's wotmd. "Ho!" came hoarsely from Monte's lips. "Back! Back to the depths! You are deab, for I shot you dead a while ago." The big ruffian was not in his right rnind, but al ready he had said enough to stir Frank Merriwell's b1ood. So Cimarron Bill had been watching his move ments from some place of cover, artd had hastened to gather his ruffians the moment Frank left the mine. without doubt Bill had cou ed on Frank remaining away longer. However, this night he was to strike with his gang. The mine was to be seited. "! must be there!" muttered Mertiwell. CHAPTER XIV. MERRIWELL AND BIG MON'TE. Fortunately Big Monte had a horse hidden not far from the cabin, and Frank was able to find the a'1imal. The wounded ruffian was raving at intervals. He seemed quite deranged. "I can't leave him like this," thought Merry. "He might wander off into the mountains and perish." Still he disliked to be encumbered with the wretch. Had not Monte ambushed him and tried to shoot him in the most dastardly mannef? What consideration of humanity or mercy could such a wretch claim from him?

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 21 Some would have deserted the \YOunded man without delay and ridden with all haste to reach the mine. It must be confessed that such a thought passed thol1gh the bead of Frank Merrlwell. "No!" murmured Frank. "He's a human being. It is my duty to do what I can to save him.'' So it came about that two men rode Monte's big horse away from that valley One of muttered, and laughed, and talked wildly. "Riding with the dead!'' he s aid. "\Y e're on the road to Purgatory! Ha! Ha! Ha! Whip up the horse! Gallop on !" It was a strange ride through the starlight night. The c1icki11g clatter of the horses hoofs aroused the big man at intervals, and he laughed and shouted. "I'm dead!" he finally declared. ''I am a dead man! Two
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' TIP TOP WEEKLY. more reason fer us to hurry an' swing the varmint afore he crokes !" "Let him die in peace." "That's escapin' what's his due." Frank lifted one hand. "There is One above who will judge him," he said. "It is not for us to do that." But those men did not fancy the idea of being robbed of their vengeance. Big Monte was helpless in their hands, and they were for swinging him before he could escape them by giving up the ghost. "Mr. Merriwell, sir," said one, "we respects you all right, an' we don't like to run contrarywise to any thing you says here; but in this yere case we has to, most unfortunate. It is our sollum duty to hang this onery hoss thief, an' that is what we proposes to do. Arter that we'll be ready ter fight fer you an' your mine as long as it'i necessary." "That's right!" shouted others, as they again crowded forward. "Let us have him We'll make it right short work I Then we'll be ready fer his pards !" Some of them flourished weapwis. They were an ugly-looking crew. Quick as a flash, Frank Merriwell whipped out a pair of revolvers and leveled them at the crowd. "Gentlemen," he said, "I have just one thing to observe: If you don t, one and all, get out of here in stanter and leave Monte to shuffle off in peace I shall open on you If I open on you, I shall reduce you so that Cimarron Bill and his crowd will have no trouble whatever in taking this mine." They did not doubt but he meant it, remarkable though it seemed. If they attempted to seize Monte, Merriwell would begin shooting. It was astonishing that he should choose to defend this ruffian that had been one of his worst enemies. As the men were hesitating, Old Joe Crowfoot sud denly appeared. CHAPTER XV. THE WOUNDED MEXICAN. Frank was about to follow, when Big Monte clutched weakly at his foot. "Pard," said the ruffian, "I may never git another chanct to say it. You re the white stuff I They'd shore hanged me a whole lot but for you. Now I has a chanct to die comfortable an' respectable like. Thankee, Frank Merriwell "Don't mention it!" said Frank. "Die as comfort ably as you can. I have to go out to help the boys shoot a few of your pards." "I ain't got northin' agin' them," said Monte; "but I wishes ye luck. They're in the wrong, an' you're right." At this moment the sound of shooting outside star tled Merry, and, without another word, he rushed forth, leaving Monte lying there. Cimarron Bill had counted on capturing the mine by strategy and meeting with very little resistance. When Frank had returned and ridden into the valley Bill knew that it would not do to delay longer, an.d he had led his men in swift pursuit. But Old Joe Crowfoot, faithful and argus as ever, had prepared the miners for the attack; so it came about that 'the ruffians were met with a volley of lead that dismayed and demoralized them. This was not the kind of work they relished. Thus it happened that Frank Merriwell came hurry ing forth only to find the enemy already repulsed and retreating in disorder. The starlight showed two men and a horse stretched on the ground, while another horse was hobbling about. At a distance down the valley the mine-seizers were fleeing. "They git heap hot time t" said Old Joe, in Frank's "Com'ron Bill he come!" said the Indian. "There ear. be a heap fight in a minute I Come quick I" "Come on I" cried Jim Tracy. And the men rushed forth to meet and repulse Ci marron Bill and his gang. "What?" cried Merry. "Have they quit it as quick as this?" "It looks that way, sir," said Jim Tracy. "And I didn't get into the game."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "You was too busy defending Big Monte. I hopes you pardons me, sir, but I thinks that was a mi take." "You have a right to think whatever you like, but I object to your freedom in expressing yorself." This was plain enough, and it told Tracy that Frank would not tolerate any criticism from him. "It's your own muttered Tr.acy, turning away. / "I see you ha\'e dropped two of those chaps." "Xe.'' Revolver in hand, Frank walked out toward the spot where the two figures lay. He was followed by Crow foot and several others. T11e first man was stone dead. The next prbved to be the Mexican, Pinto Pede, who was sorely wounded. ''That cursed G1:easer !" growled one of the men, "Give me lief to finish him, :;\Ir. !" He placed the muzzle of a pistol aiainst Pede's Frank knew that a word from him would send the :.Iexican into eternity. of that!" he said, sternly and commandingly. ''Pick the fellow up and take him in yonder. He may not be shot up too bad to recover." But they drew back. "Sir," said Tracy, "I don't opine thar is a man here but what thinks hisself too good to be after handlin' the onery Greaser." "And you would let him remain here to die?" seemed that the wound might be fatal, but, examining with the skill of an amateur surgeon, Frank made a discovery. "She struck a rib, Pede," he said.' "She followe
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. gun. With it you may be able to defend yourself until to do eet. Gif me da chance. I do eet, an' we divvy I can reach you. ,But don't shoot any one if you da mon'. Ha?" can help it, for after that I don't believe even I could "Don't count me into your deviltry." save you." "No count you?" So he placed a revolver in the hand of Big Monte "No." and went out, leaving the wounded ruffians together. "What matter? Yott no too good. I see you shoot CHAPTER XVI. THE DEATH SHOT. 'When Frank was gone the two wounded wretches lay quite still for some time. Finally Pinto Pede stirred and looked at Big Monte. "How you get shot?" he asked. "The gent who jest went out done a part o' the job," said Monte, in reply. "Heem--he shoot you?'' "Yes." "Ha You lik' da chance to shoot heem ?" "Wal, I had it, but I missed him. He fooled me a whole lot, fer he jest kept still behind his boss, whrt I had salted, an' then he got in at me with his own bit o' lead.'! "That mak' you hate heem l Now you want to keel heem ?" I "Oh, I don't know! I don't opine I'm so almighty eager.' "Beel say he gif one thousan' dol' to man who shoot Frank Mer'well." "That's a good lot." "Beel he do it." ''No doubt o' that, t reckons." "Mebbe you an' I haf the chance." "Wal, not fer me! I quits! When a chap keeps my neck frotn bein' stretched arter all I has done ter him-wal, that settles it! I opines I has a Jeetle hu manity left in me. An' he thought I was dyin', too. I kinder thought so then, but I'm managin' ter pull along. Mebbe I'll come through." The face of Pinto Pede showed that he was think ing black thoughts. "Gif me da chance I" he finally said. "You no haf man in back." "l\febbe you did; but he hadn't kept me from bein' lynched." "Bah! Why he do eet? Y otJ. fool! He want to turn you ofer to law." "Mebbe you're right; I don't know." "You safe yourself if you help keel him." "Looker hyer, Pede, I'm a low-down onery skunk; but I reckon thar's a limit even fer me. I've struck it. This hyer Frank Merriwell made me ashamed a' my self fer the fust time in a right long time. I know I'm too 6nery to reform an' ever be anything decent, even if I don't shuffle off with these two wounds. All the same, I ain't the snake ter turn an' soak pisen inter Merriwell, ar{ ygu hear me. Others may do it, but not Big Monte." r.Bah All right! You not get half I Yes; you keep steel, you get eet." "What are you driving at?" "Wait. Mebbe you see. All you haf to do is keep steel." "Wal, I'm great at keepin' still," said Monte. It was not far from morning when Merriwell re entered that room. Pinto Pede seemed to be sleeping, but Big Monte was wide-awake. "Hello iv exclaimed Frank. "So you're still on these shores. I didn't know but you had sailed out." "Pard, I opines mebbe I may git well enough to be hanged, arter all," grinned the big ruffian. "Possibly you may," said Frank. "And the chances are you would be if I were to leave you alone long enough. I heard some of the boys talking. They contemplate taking you out and doing things to you after I'm asleep. But they did not reckon that I would come here to sleep, where they cannot get their hands on you without dis\urbing me."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "That was right kind of you," said Monte. "How's Bill?" "I think that Bill has had his fill for the present. Indications are that he has left the valley with his whole force, and we are not looking for farther trou ble from him in some time to come." "Bill shore found hisself up against the real thing," said Monte. "Which mebbe makes us some nearer square than we was," said Monte, "as you saved my life a leetle time ago." THE END, 1 The Next Number (363) Will Contain Frank placed a blanket near the door, wrapped him-Dick Merriwell' s self in it and was soon sleeping soundly. ._ Big Monte seemed to fall asleep after a time. OR, Finally the Mexican lifted his head and listened. He looked at Monte, and then at Frank. Seeming to satisfy himself, he gently dropped aside his blanket and began creeping across the floor, making his way toward Merriwell. He moved with the silence of a ser pent. Now it happened that Big Monte was not asleep, although he had seemed to be. The Mexican had not crept half the distance to Frank when the big man turned slightly, lifted his head and watched. As the creeping wretch drew near.er to the sleeping youth the hand of Big Monte was gently thrust out from the folds of his blanket. Pede reached Frank, and then arose to his knees. Suddenly he lifted above his head a deadly knife, which he meant to plunge into the breast of the unconscious sleeper. At that instant a spout of fire leaped from something in the hatid which Big Monte had thrust from beneath the blanket and with the crashing report of the re vol ver Pede fell forward across the body of his in tended victim, shot through the brain! Frank was on his feet in an instant. "What does this mean?" he cried, astounded, stirring the body of the Mexican with his foot. "You gave me a gun," said Big Monte, "so that I might defend myself. It came in handy when I saw Pede gittin' keerless with his knife an' goin' fer to cut you up." "Was that it?" exclaimed Frank. "Why, he was going to stab me I And you saved my life by shooting him!" FOILING THE BANK BREAKERS. CLEVER CRACKSMEN COPPED AT FARDALE. Ingenious Jimmie-Jammers Caught Red Handed-Cadet Merriwell Also Has ... a Neat Trick Up His Sleeve. F ARDALE SPECIAL, March 2.-0ur Fardale corre spondent begins his dispatch thus, "To sleep, to dream; ay, there's the rub," but Cadet Buckhart, from Texas, observes that if Dick Merriwell had not had that dream he would have sure been rubbered. Everybody in the academy has got his weather eye out for a dream these days. As a general thing these vapory visions lead bnly into the land of mist. But this particular dream of young Merriwell's brought him plumb up against a full-grown, healthy mystery with bad men and a Mining Syndicate behind it looking ior trouble. Full particulars of t>he clever work and daring ad-. venture of the young cadet appear in Tip Top No. 363.

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ll 26 TIP TOP WEEKLY. PRIZE LUTER NO. 92. Having seen very few letters from the Old Bay State irt the Prize Letter Contest, I tho\1ght I would speak a few weak words in the praise of that weekly . First, I wish to say that the Merriwclls have no equals in the line of grit. I ha,e just finished No. 34-J., and come to the conclusion that Ju11e Arlington i s a rose of the first water. 1fonday I finished re.1.ding about the wonderful athlete of the scarred face, atid I thii1k i\Ictry's victories over him are simply immense; the way Frank bridges in the wrestling match, his defense in the sparring match, and the way he scores in the fencing bouts are simply wonderful. I suppose that you =========================== are beginning to think that 1 am slighting Dick and his friends NEW YORK, March 2r, 1903. \. TERMS TO TIP TOP WEEKLY MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (POSTAGE FREE. ) Siug;le Copies or Back Nuaibers1 Sc, Each. 8 months . . . . . . S_::>c. I One rear ................ $2.50 4 months . . . . . . S:>c. 2 cop1e one year .......... 4.00 6 months ............... $1.25 1 copy two years.. . . . . 4.00 How TO SEND MONEY.-BY post-office or express money order, ftglstered letter, bank check or draft, at our risk. At your own ris k if sent by currency, coin, or postage stamps In ordmary letter. Rl'ldEIP'N!.-Jlecel);!t or your ig acknowledged bi' proper qhange of nltmber on your lnbel. H not correct you have not been propel'ly credited, ana should let u s know at once. STREET & SMITH S TIP TOP WEEKLY, 238 William St., New York C}ty. AS OTHERS SEE US. Something new. Something you will want to read. It is a neat pamphlet cantainitlg a thousand reasons why TIP TOP LEADS. In it you will find some of the best letters which have been published in this column. -Messrs. Street & Smith feel that they cannot set forth the great value of Tip Top "\Veekly in any better way than by letting the world read what the intelligent and keen readers of the king of weeklies have to say about this famous American publication. Now, the question is, are any of yout letters published in this Prize Opinion Pamphlet ? Get one and look it over. You may find your own name signed to one of these Star Letters. Send a two cent stamp tb Stteet & Smith, .238 Wi1liam Street, and we will forward you a pamphlet. APPLAUSE. PRIZE LM'TER NO. gr. I have been reading Tip Top for nearly two years, and think it the best book "for boys l ever read. I am sec retary of the D. D. (Dick Merriwell) Club. 'vVe take your interesting weekly e1.1e;ry Friday as soon as it C.Omes ottt. I admire your heroe s, Frank and. Dick. I think Dick and Brad will be friends throughout iife. You 11ear nie shout! June Arlington is twice as good as 'her brothe r. In No. 343 she saved his arm from being poisoned. I would like to see the day when Chester would be Dick's friend instead of his enemy, and I guess other 1.'ip Tep readers would. All of our club ar. e interested in baseball and football, and a !so in the fortunes of Dick and Frank, and, in fact, all of his friends. I hope Dick will get Doris.i...and Hal is the boy for Felecia. Three cheers for Dick, Frank, .1:1rad and Bart and dear old Fardale With best of regards for Burt L. and Dick and Street & Smith, I Close, hoping to see this ih the Column. I remain. yours truly, HENRY DAVIS, San Fr',mcisco, ta!. Sec. of the D D. More letters coming in all the time, and alf full of praise for Tip Top and the fine young heroes, Frank and Dick. but one can hardly refrain from uttering a few words of praise in favor of dear old Frank. The o nly fault, if it can be called a fat1lt, that I can find with Tip Top is that it is too long between the i ss ues. A week i very long to wait for such fine reading matter. Now for Dick and hi s friends I think that Dick is the yery iacm e of perfection. Surely, nothing more can be said in his favor. for when one is potfect there is not the least fault to be fomid with him. Brad, big Bob Singleton, Ted Smart, Obediah Tubbs, Chip Jolliby and Bilty Bradley arc all very fine fellows. Now for his enemies. Fir tly, I would say, with Brad, that Ches ter Arlington at presei1t 1s ''a low-down honery fctlow." You hear me gently whisper! But I think there i s good in him, which will, in the end, come out, and I hclpe that it \\'ill be for the good of Dick. I fear that I have said wo much already, so I close, an ardent admirer of Tip Top. HENRY A. ]AECKSCH. Baltimore, Yes. the Old Bay State must not be forgotten in the Tip Top Contest. It is well represented by an able writer, and we wish you luck PRIZE LETIEtt NO. 93 Hello, Street & Smith! Hello. and a shake From away over here in Montana State. Hello, girls! Hello. fellows! Hello, a1ld a cheet The Tip Top. vVcekly is always welcome here. Characters of goodness and S\Yeet.-scented flowers Have pleasant reflections in this home of ours. ,Three cheers for Tip Top! Their teachings have gone To the household of many, even in sbt1g. Three cheers for Dick. the model bf out boys I Three cheers for his sweetheart, and all his joys! Three cheers for Burt Standish, for he is fine! The youths of to-day will be models in time. with swelling emotion, we eage rly pursue The latest edition-it i s Tip Top. too. I am proud of the eyes that are pearly with dew From reading the series of Tip Top. Aren't you? And when the cold winter winds come with a moan, I tha1ik you for this sut1shinc in our home. Miles City, Mon. A. B. RA150N. Your verses are good, and should help you ascend the winning ladder. -The contest is becoming spirited, a11d bids fai.r to draw forth some keen rivalry. PRIZE LETTER NO." 94. I have long intel1ded writing to your excellent publication, but for" no reaso n whatever 1 have kept putting it off fr6m day to day, and as a result the was ne!er wx itten. But, careless as may have been in neglectmg to Write, t have always ptlt. cha ed the Tip Top every week, so I have some hopes that, \1o}vevi:r long this letter is-and it may takes up some space-you wilt forgn: e me. A new character appearirig upon the sce ne some \veeks ago, I am taking a n ew interest in Dick's affairs, especially as I see he is somewhat smitten with the fair Miss charms. I think she will make a strong character. The football game are very interesting, and l sec Mr. Standish devotes more time to the team at. large than h e did when the wonderful :Merry held full sway. I have just finished readi1ig No. j-14, and was very much delighted i11 the staying of Tubbs. when .he w_as up against the bully of Hudso11v1lle .. I .thu1k Gatdmcr 1s .go111g, to make a first-class man, and I hope Dick takes h1111 111 his crowd. Who is the artist who draws the covers for Tip Top? Well, I

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. will stop, hoping that Dick wins out with Miss Arlington. Wishing all concerned in the publication of Tip Top success, I remain, Mount Vernon, 0. PosT OFFICE Box 245. Glad that your long-deferred letter has at last arrived in the sh a pe of a prize-seeker. Wish you all luck, as we do all the writers, but, of course, the best should win. PRIZE LETTER NO. 95 I have read many weeklies; I read them every week, But there is one among them Of which I wish to sp e ak. It is the Tip Top Weekly, A publication for the American youth; J'here is nothing harmful in it-I'm telling you the truth. Frank M!"rriwell, the hero, is a model lad, Upright, honest, brave and true; He lends the weak a h e lping hand, To his friends he is "true blue." Bart Hodge is Frank's best friend, Gritty, plucky and bold; Bart may have a fiery temper, But in his breast beats a heart of gold. Then there are El sie and Inza; They are in Frank's cr o wd, you know; Handsome and lit he as a fairy, To them the boy:s bow low. Frank has many other friends, Friends of whom he may well be proud; There are Harry, Jack and Hans, And all that j o lly crowd. W ell, now, I shall close, with best wishes For Tip Top and its friends; And I hope-as do thousands of others! hope that Tip Top never ends. Now, I would like to ask you a .question: Are all the back numbers of Tip Top in print, or are the quarterlies in print? Summitville, Ind. WM. F. PERDUE. Hurrah for you, and your verses on Tip Top! That is the way to come out and speak for your favorite publication Yes, all back numbers may be procured by sending direct to Street & Smith. The charges are five cents per copy. Hurrah for Dick Merriwell the never-to-be-forgotten, brave, manly American youth and his faithful friend, Brad! Every body should try to follow him He should have Doris, and Brad Zona, and Hal should have Felecia. I hope Hal will become Dick s friend. I almost forgot the ones who need the most praise of all, and that is Mr. Standish and Street & Smith. I guess I will close, with three cheers for "Fair Fardale !" I remain, a con stant reader, ELMER LINQUIST. Council Bluffs. Ia. We, too, give three cheers for Fardale, and add some rousing c;mes for our many readers. I will write what I think about Dick Merriwell. Dick Merri well is about the most open, manly youth I ever read about. How fair he treats his enemies, how truthful and brave! He is what every American youth should be, and any one that takes him as an example will never regret it. Wishing Burt L., Street & Smith and all success, I remain, Dick's admirer, Locust Dale Pa. How ARD C. YosT. You make no mistake in placing Dick on a pedestal where all American boys may see and follow his example. -I have read every issue of the Tip Top, and believe that it is the best book published in this or any other country Any pers on reading this grand book, week after w e ek, must become better in all respects than he was before. I have always admired the Tip Top, because it 1s written with the desire to please the majority of its readers. This is one of the reasons for its great popularity Mr. Standish is very broad-minded and a close stu dent of hum a n nature. I am glad that he has intro"duced Flint in his story. I realize that it is only a story; still, I have no use for Arlington or his father. In No. 353, Edgar McStan writes "that, if all the boys and girls of America would read the Tip Top, there would be less crime." I fully agree with him. But crime will never cease until every worker receives the full product of his toil. I might write a whole column in praise of Burt L. Standish and Tip Top, and still I would not have praised them half as much as they deserve. Thotnas Kaminsky, in No. 353, expresses my feel i ngs better than I could myself. With three cheers for Dick Merriwell, Flint and his father's memory, and wishing Tip Top 11uccess, I remain, an ardent admirer, WM. M. EVANS. Hazleton Pa. Yes, if all American boys tried to emulate our Merriwell heroes, we would soon have a race of men that would be far abj>ve the best of any other nation. I ati a great admirer of Dick and Frank Merriwell. I read "Frank Merriwell's Schooldays," "Frank Merriwell s Chums" and "Frank Merriwell s Foes." I like these books so much that I can hardly wait until the next one comes out. Three cheers for Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith! Long live the great Burt L. Standish! Good-by. From one of your readers Glenside, Pa. LEWIS ScHLIMME, Ja. They all say the same thing-that Tip Top comes too seldom. I am a constant reader of the only weekly, I have never wntten to the Applause. Bart Hodge is Ar, all wool and a yard wide, and any one saying anything against him is just the opposite I believe Chester Arlington will see the error of his ways and become a true friend of Dick's; I hope so. I should very much like to see Jimmy Lee, of Charlottesville (Tip Top 262), enter Fardale, and be one of Dick's crowd. l hope to see Arlington and Flint on the baseball team in the spring, and I hope to see them on the eleven in the fall. I should like to see Frank take the old flock out once more and have Bink, Danny and Ready along. Wis hing Street & Smith, Burt L. and Tip Top a long life I will sign, X. Y. Z. Greenville, Pa. Glad to hear from you, and your views on Tip Top Send them again. I have never seen any letters in the Applause column from here, so I thought I would let you know how I like Dick and his friends Well, I do not know much about Frank, but, of course, he is all right, so I will confine myself to Dick. Now, there is not much in writing a long letter, so I will just say that Dick is a model American youth, that Brad is next best, then comes Tubbs and Smart. Flint it all right, and will come out on top, with the help of Dick. As to the love affairs, I will leave them to Mr. Standish, but I will say that Dick will come out on top in the end. I hope Brad will get little Felecia. Zona Desmond should get that Chet Arlington; it wotild be just what she de serves. I have read "tip Top Weekly from 270 to present date, and have never failed to be pleased with them. I have a brother older than I who reads Work and Will also, but he says Tip Top is the best. I guess I had better close. I wrote more than I in tended to, but I do not write cften. Wishing Street & Smith a prosperous voyage thro' this life and good luck, a long and happy life to Burt L. and Tip Top, J. H. STATEN. Bondville, Ky. Thank you for your warm praise of Tip Top Weekly. Let us hear from you again soon. It is my greatest delight to write to you about Tip Top, the book which I have read for the past three years, the many pleasant hours I have spent reading this book, and my only wish that. it wa s published more frequently. Dick is a model for every American youth, ;;nd those who follow his example will come out on top the same as Tip Top has done. Dick is surely follow ing Frank's footsteps, and I hope he w111 make a great success at Yale the same as he has don e at Fardale. It makes one feel good to read about Frank's and Dick's great victories in base ball and other sports Burt L. is not to be forgott e n, nor the pub lishers of this weekly, and may long live Tip Top and it's many admirers. I remain, your respectfully. M. H. BIEDERMAN. St. Louis, Mo Thank you for your enthusiastic praise of Tip Top. It is most gratifying to hear such things.

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Baslie t-Ball Score s for t h e Weeli Lucky Fi\e (East Bo:;ton, .\lass.), IO: Rovers, o. Lucky Fi\e-Kenefick (capt. and mgr.), g; Mmphy, r f; O'Connor, I f; Burke, g; O'Brien. g. Lucky Five (Eas t Boston, .fass.). ro; South Bostons. o. Lucky Five (East Bo ton. 20: South Bostons, o. Lucky Fhc (East Bo ton. i5: East Bostons, o. Grammar Sclwol Brookfield); 8: HillsYille. o. Grammar School-Earl :\tack, b; Pele Ethier, f; Roy f; Ralph Corcoran, b; R:dph Gibson. c Hillsville-Ervine Appleby. b; Chas. Daley, ; Roy Varney, f; Arthur Peters. b; Albert Goddard. c. Grammar School, 14; HillsYille, Grammar S.:hool-Rcgulars. Hillsville-. Appleby, C. Daley, A. Gaudette, R. Varney, A. Peters. Brunswick A. C., 2; Lincoln Academy, I. Brunswick A. C.-Bucklin, 1 f; Phillip, r f; Scott, c; Kem1edy, lb; Clark, r b. Lincoln Academy-Otero, 1 f; Degner, r f; ?-.IcNary, c; Browne, I b; Cochran, r b. Brunswick A. C., 12; North Ends, o. Brunswick A. C.-.Kegulars. Korth I f; Trembath, r f; Corrette, c; Brown, I b; Freund, r b. A. C., 14; Elm Streets, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Elm Strcets-:'.\1clntyre, 1 f; Foulke. r f; Brinton, c; Baeder, 1 b; Bennett, r b. Bruns\1ick A. C.. 4; Boy's Club, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Boy' Club-:\for e, I f; Holli'>ter, r f; Ulrich, c; Scott, I b; Kimberly, r b. Brnnswick A. C., 34; Brunswick Second, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Brmiswic:k Second-Britton, 1 f; Jordan, r f; Carroll, c; Bilter, I b; Staib, r b; Williams, sub; Kidd, sub. Yale Juniors, 2z; West Sides, 7. Yale Juniors-Art Shaw (capt.), 1 f; Alex Drury, r f; George Markham. c; Frank Wheelhouse, 1 g; Ed. \\'right, r g. West Sides-Ernest Todd, 1 f; Emmett Garvey, r f; John Fosbc'ck, c;.Sheldon Murray. I g; Clifton Newell (capt.), r g. Snowden A. C .. 23; Imperial A. C., o. Snowden A. C.-Regulars. fmp erial A. C.-Browning, forward; Speedwell, forward; Owens, center; Shannon, guard; Thomas, guard. Snowden A. C., 9; Vernoi1 A. A .. o. Snowden A. C.-Regulars. Vernon A. A.-Hastellt. forward; Butler, forward; \Villiarn center; Stone, guard; Abbot, guard. Snowden A. C., 12; Lades tone B. B., o. Snowden A: C.-Pyne (1\fink). forward; Hughes, forward; Blackburn, center; Mink (Pyne gu;i.rd; Carlin, guard. Ladestone B. R-Spencer, forward; Po\\ren;, forward; Seaton, center; Dobson, gu a rd ; Smith, guard. Snowden A. C., r9; Clover B. B., o. Snowden A. C.-Rcgulars, C l over B. B.-Costa. forward; Cassidy, forward; Brown, cen ter; Street, guard: Haines. guard. H. S .. 19; F. H. S .. 7. A. H. S.-\Yallauer, forward: Granger, forward; Landefield, center; Garner. guard: Deuce, guard. F. IL S .-O'Do11nell. fonrnrd; Burkheiser, forward; Robert center; Pierce, guard: Hamilton, guard. A. H. ., II; St. Clair B. V., 6 A. H. S.-Rcgulars. St. Clair B V.-EYans, \Veaver, f; Reese, c; )ones, \Vil '.iams, g. Spinks, 12; \Va hington 2d, 10. Spinks-Frey, r g; Roesh, I g; Davis, c; Unger. r f; Slater, 1 f; Washington 2d-Walkcr, r g; Jacobs, 1 g; Winzor, c; Nelson, r f; Spozor, I f, Spinks, r.+; Rennells, 6. Spinks-Regulars. Rennells-\Vedow, r g; Klin g e, I g; Chaponan, c; Fleming, r f; Cowells, I Fardalc Juniors, 15: Daiuly Dips, o. Fardale Juniors-Bonner, r f: Monson, I f: Pearson, c; Dorr. r b; Streib, I b. Dainty Dips-Scudder, r f; Richter, I f; Baker, c: \Viermm, r b; Chester, 1 b, Fardalc Juniors, 7; Oakland!\.. C., o. Fardale Juniors-Regulars. Oakland A. C.-Clayton, r f; Duner. 1 f; Whalley, c; Denison, r b; Burton, 1 b. Nason Street Stars, 25; Dean 6. Nason Street Stars-Tracy (capt.), r f; Dean, I f; Couphlinc, c; Cleveland, r g; Pine, 1 g. Dean Acade1ny-\\.yatt, r f; Nason, I f; Sega, c; Roberts, r g; Wallace. I g. East Brookfield, 8; Korth Brookfield, 2. East Brookfield-Earl J\fack, 1 f: Pete Ethier, I b; Ralph Gib son, c; Roy Mack. r b; Ralph Corcnran, l b. North Brookfield-F. Gauthier, I f: C. I b; C. :\Ic Kiney, c; C. Richards, r b; T. Money, I b. East Brookfield, 9; 'orth Brookfield, o East North Brookficld-C. Ri hards, I f; P. Ke1111edy. 1 b; C. :VkKincy, c; C. Barnes, r b; T. ;..Joney, r f. 1st Elt'.phants Y. ;\[. C. A., 5; 2d Elephants Y. :.VI. C. A., o. 1st Elephants Y. J\1. C. A.-Kistler, r f; Howard, 1 f; Ca m ell. c; i\[acLean (.:apt.), rg: Gordan I g. 2d Elephants Y. M. C. r f; Wenda!, 1 f; Weston. c; \Valroth, r g: 1 g . 1st Elephants Y. :VI. C. A., 6; 4th Elephants Y. :\I. C. A.., 5 1st Elephants Y. :\I. C. A.-Regulars. 4th Elephants Y. ::\L C. A.-Berry, r f; Garland, l f; Clarence. c; Ray, r g-; ::\fattison, 1 g. rst Elephants Y. ::\1. C. A., r; 4th Elephants Y. M. C. A., o. 1st Elephants Y. M. C. .--Regulars. 4th Elephants Y. M. C. A.-Bn1ckholz, r f; Hopwood (q1pt .), 1 ;Gearhart, c; Weston, r g; Weld, I g.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY Trojans, 19; All Stars, I. Trojans-C. Auch, r f; M. Wolfe, 1 f; ]. Hessenthaler, c; C. Immel, r g; E. Penisten (capt.), I g. All Stars-C. Bargman, r f; H. Martin, I f; ]. Mc Williams, c; R. Tull (capt.), r g; R. Sears, 1 g. Strenuous Five, 16; Trenton A. A., o. Strenuous Five-Geo. Single, r f; Ray Harden, 1 f; Dick Be man, c; Norman Bee le, r b ; John Mason, 1 b. Trenton A. A-Charles Campbell, r f; Arthur Oggell, 1 f; Samuel Rathburn, c; John Bttrke, r b; John Cutter, 1 b. Strenuous Five, 21; Mt. Hamilton Jrs., o. Strenuous Five--Regulars. Mt. Hamilton Jrs.-Harry Fisher, r f; Tony Clark, Clark, c; Dick Allen, r b; Hector Wallace, I b. Strenuous Five, 18; Mt. Hamilton Jrs., I. Strenuous Five-Regulars. Mt. Hamilton Jrs.-Harry Fisher. r f; Tony Clark, Clark, c; Hugo Desmonde, r b ; Hector Wallace, l b. Strenuous Five, 8; Ellenwoods, o. Strenuous Five--Regulars. I f; Joo 1 f; Joe Ellenwoods-Theo. Griffin, r f; William Cabot, 1 f; James Harris c; Collie Haggerty, r b; John Collins, I b. Strenuous Five, 10; Los Angeles Angels, o. Strenuous Five-Regulars. Los Angele Angels-Raymond Stowe, r f; Chas. Sanford, I f; Adolph Costel, c; Bert Regan, r b; Frank Allovich, I b. Strenuous Five, 4; Gilroy Imps, o. Strenuous Five-Regulars. Gilroy Imps-Clarence Hall, r f; John Hall, I; Jay Callis, c; Paul Harding, r b; Roger Helwig, 1 b. Strenuous Five, 34; Great Pacific, o. Strenuous Fiwe-Regulars. Great Paci\ic-Clarencc Airnes, r f; Roger Clemens, Hartman, c; John Ru sell, r b; Will Bradley, 1 b. Strenuous Five, 33; Organ Grinders, I. If; Dick Strenuot1s Five-Regulars. Organ Grinders-John Wilde, r f; Billy Anderson, I; William Gann, c; Dick Brandt, r b; Roy Littlefield, 1 b. Strenuous Five, 24; Foxy Grandpas, o. Strenuous Five--Regulars. Foxy Grandpas-William Souffin. r f; Roy I f;. Harry Pearson, c; John Rollan, r b; Hector Smith, I b. lee Hockey Scores for the Week 11.ica, 5; Pioneers, o. Mica-Neal, f; Helphenstine, f; Weaver, f; Thompson, f; Hallick. c; p; Morris, p; Fenn, g. Pioneers-Smith. f; Hogan, f; Goudy, f; Swain, f; Marshall, c p; Graham, p; Taylor, g. Linwoods, 15; Deltas, 7. Lin woods-Regulars. Deltas-O'Connor, goal; Johnston, point; Sweeney, c. poirit; Mayee, Mack, Schaffer, Swartz, forwardr:>.. Lin woods, 6; Deltas, 5. Lin woods-Regulars. Deltas-O'Connor, goal; Johnston, point; Sweeney, c. point; Mayee, Mack, Schaffer, Swartz, forwards. Defender Ice Hockey Team, 5; Fort Juniors, o. Defender Ice Hockey Team-Canham, goal; J. Allan, point; Cary, center point; Somes, Litz, forwards; Campbell, forward; Goodwillie, forward; R. Allan, center forward. Fort Juniors-Powell, Scrivens, H. Picket, Fogarty, C. Picket, Walker, Howlett. Montford Athletic Club, IQ; Spring Athletic Club, o. Montford Athletic Club-Joe Tucker, f; Hughes, H. Emery, f; Dick Copper, f; C. Joynes, f; C. Hofmeister, c p; H. Vain, p; H. Hofmeister, g. Spring Athletic Club-Stobfof, f; A. Berlin, f; F. Friedman, f; Sam Tucker, f; Michaelson, c p; Jackson, p; Grant, g. Brunswick A. C., 36; North Brunswick, 40. Brunswick A. C.-Bucklin, I f; Phillip, r f; Scott, c; Kennedy, I b; Clark, r b. North Brun swick-Briney, I f; Loveall, r f; Van Atta, c; Troutman, I b; Hart. r b. Brunswick A. C., 16; Sons of Veterans, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Son of Veterans-Follmer, I f ; Kimmel, r f; Hall, c; Leash, I b; Field, r b. Brunswick A. C., 56; Brunswick Stars, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Brunswick Stars-Fitch, 1 f; Endersbee, r f; Weisner, e; Hardigan, l b; Schooly, r b. Brunswick A. C., 26; Brunswick Second, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Brunswick Second-Britton, I f; McMillen, r f; Kidd, c; Williams, l b; Staib, r b. Brunswick A. C., 4; Bowdoin, 1905, 2. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Bowdoin, 1905-Boyhan, 1 f; Dionysius, r f; Rorke, c; man, 1 b; Russell, r b. Brunswick A. C., zo; Brunswick Second, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars Brunswick Second-Krull, 1 c; Woodbridge, l w; Olin, r w; Bonham, r c; Wheeler, c p; Loper, p; Kittle, g; Peck, sub. Brunswick A. C., l; Lincoln Academy, o. Brunswick A. C,-Regulars. Lincoln Academy-Walcott, l c: Devine, l w; Rhodes, Hays, r c; Butscher, c p; Tipton. p; McWenie, g. Brunswick A. C., 3; Sunday River, 3. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. r w; Mica, 7; Ask Sts., 2. Sunday Rivt>r-Ferries, 1 c; Cameron, 1 w; Stokely, r w; Wil Batcs, f; Haas, f; Lawsop, lemeyer, r c; Sullivan, c p; Glab, p: Parker, g. J\Iica-Regulars. sk Sts.-Mase, f; Williams, f; c p; Baily, p; Gray, g Mica, 6; Rivals H. T . o. Mica-Regulars. Rivals H. T.-Higgins. f; Baird, f; Barret, f; A.llem, f; Avera!, e p; Campbell, p; W orlo;:y, g. Mica, 12; Mortons, 2. J\1icll-Regulars. :Mortons-] ones, f; Lewi f; Wat;-ner, f; Jacks, f; Runion, c p; 1'ravi p; Miller, g. Brunswick A. C., 3; Stone's Pond, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Stone's Pond-Hoyer, l c; Hedrick, I w; Carmack, r w; Prendergast, r c; Huntington, c p ; Creighton, p; Waters, g. Brunswick A. C., 4; Agamenticus, J Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Agamenticus-Sh9gre11, 1 c; ;\s)
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Prof. Fourmen: I have been reading Tip Top for quite a while, and I think it my duty to inform you that it is the best weekly that I ever read. As I have been reading your books, I want to ask you some questions. When is June Arlington coming back to Fardale again? Is Chet. Arlington going to play with the regular ice hockey team, or is Dave Flint going to play with the r egulars? Did Dick ever give the locket up? I take the privilege to ask if my measurements are good. I use no athlet ic exercises at all. How can I devel op my weak points? They are as follows: Leg. from hip to heel, i s 43)/, inches; a rm, from shoulder to middle finger, is 3oy,( inches; chest, normal, is 3-t inch<'s; chest, expanded, is 36}:i inches; wrists are, left 60 inc:1es; right, inches; breast, 130 inches; thighs, 190 inches; calves, 13 inches; ankles, 9 inches; breadth of shoulders, q inches; weight, 138 pounds; neck 14 inches; height, 5 feet 7Y, inches; age, 15 years. Hoping to see these a nsw ers, I r emai n, yours lrnly, l\I. G. I do not make it a practice to answer questions about the heroes of Tip Top, although I am intensely in them. I must leave that to Mr. Editor, who very jealously guards his r i ght> to tell all there is to be told about Tip Top. But I will say that most of your questions will be answered in sto rie s of the near future. Your measurements are good. Prof. Fourmen: I am a boy fifteen years nine month s old, w e i g h 143 pounds, and am 5 feet 7 inches i n height. My mras urements are as follows: Neck, 14 inches; chest, 3-t-37 inches; waist, 29 inche ; upp e r arms, 10)14 in c hes; biceps, 1 l Vi in ches ; forearms, JO inches; thighs, 20)14 inches; calves, 13V, inches; wrists, 654 inches; ankles, 80 in ches Are these measurements good for a boy of my age? Am I well proportioned? My morning and evening exercises consist of exerci ses from Tip Tops Nos. 333, 334, 335, 336 and 337. Then I bend to each side 25 times, !ncreasing rnevery week; then I use a wrist machine fnr a few minutes; then I exercise my neck by bending it forward and backward by my hands pushing t he o pposit e way; then I lie o n my back and raise my k s (knees stiff) as high as I can, for the stomach; the n I lie on my stomach and raise myself up by my arms. All 'this takes about twenty minutes, and do you think. if I keep it up, I will notice any improvem e nt, and how soon? Is Sandow's spring-grip dumbb ell better to use than the plain cme? Is a wrist machine good to u se? The last quest i o n I want to ask you is, what could I do for the big toes of my feet, as they are out of joint? I ran so much on them and kicked the football so much that I sprained them, and there is a big lump unde r both feet. You can also feel the bone sticking up under them, and they bother me a good deal sometimes, so I want to ask you what. you think about them? I cannot do the e>iercise I'd lik e to for training, such as running and skipping the rope and so forth, as I am afraid to use feet much. Hoping you will excuse this extra long letter, anc;l that it may not find the waste-basket, I remain, your Tip Top friend, WALTER A. CUMMINGS. Your measurements and proportions are good Your course of training will give your g reat satisfaction. Sandpw's l\re the best. Wear silk elastic stocking. SC>ITEO P R Of. FOUf\MEN Prof. Fourmen: About two months ago I wrote to you the fol lowing measurements: Height, 5 feet 3 inches; weight, go pounds; neck, 12 inches; thighs, 16 inches; c h est, 24 inche s, uninftated; 25 inches. normal; 26 inches, infl ated After two mon ths' exerrise and training, the following are my m easurements: Height, 5 feet 4 inches; weight, g8 pounds; thighs, 17Y, inches; c alves nY, inches; n eck, 120 inches; chest, uninflated, 28 inches; normal, 30 inches; inflated 32 in c h es. I. Are these good for a b oy four teen years fne months old? 2. Kindly t ell m e how to obtain good wind, as my wind is poor. 3. How to pitch ball. 4How to cure stoop shoulde rs. Yours sincere ly. XXX. !. You have shown a great improvements; let the good work go on. 2. T ry running and breathing exercises. 3. Read my a r ti cl es o n "Pitching" in No. 268, Tip Top. 4. Stand straight, and use the Whitely exerciser. \ Prof. Fourmen: I am thirteen and eight months old; I am 4 feet SY, inches in h e i ght, and I w eig h go p ou nds. I would like lo a sk a few questions: 1. Are my measureme n ts good? 2. Please give, in their rank, the best kickers of r902. A CONSTANT READER. I. Yes, they are fair. 2. De Witt, Bowman, Gra y d o n Prof. Fourmen: I am seventeen years old, weigh 145 pounds; hei g ht. 6 feet; shoulders, 16 inches; neck, 14 inches; chest. n o r m al, 33 inches; c h est, expanded, 35 inches; waist, 31 in ches; hips, 3 6 inches; biceps, l 1 inches; forearm, inches; wrist, 6 0 inches; thigh, 20)1, inches; calf, 14 inches; ankle, 8}:1 inches. I. How much shoul d I weigh? 2 What would be the b est way for m e to develop a good, h ealt hy muscle ? 3. What muscles arc developed by punching t h e bag? Yours truly, 0. K. P. 1. About JO to 12 pounds more. 2. Go into training and take plenty of good daily exercise 3. Chest, shoulder,'\arm and .forearn:i muscles are d e veloped. Prof. Fourmen: I would like to ask you a few questions: I. How are thes e m easurements? I am sixteen years old, weigh 130 pounds, and am 5 feet 6 inches in h eight; my n eck is 14 inches; shoulders. 42 inches; chest, uninflated 31 inches; inflated 35;/, inches; right bic e p 12 in ches; left bicep nY, inches: right
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 1 in condition, and ai:e my weight and' height good for my age? I am, yours truly, W. S. H. I would advise you to go into a course of training. at once. Your weight and height are proportionate, but you are pretty short. Prof. Fourmen: Being a tonstant reader of the Tip Top Weekly, I would like to find out the best way to start to develop myself. I have never done much exercising, but I would like to take it up now for good. I am seventeen years old, and stand 5 feet 6 inches in height, and weigh 145 pounds. Kindly inform me what to do to begin regular exercise. I am, yours sincere1y, M. E. Follow my "General Advice to Young Athletes," to be found in Tip Top No. 265. Prof. Fourmen: I am a constant reader of the Tip Top, but have never before taken 1 he liberty to ask any questions of Prof. Fourmen. Please answer these: I attl nearly fourteen years old, weigh 84 pounds; measurements: height, 4 feet roY, inches; chest, normal, 28Y, inches; expanded, 30Y, inches; neck, JI Y:! inches; wai t, 27 inches; right thigh, 170 inches; left thigh, 17 inches; right calf, L?Y, inches; left calf, 12 inches. I. II ow are my measurements? What should I weigh? 2. My wrists ;;,re only 5Y, inches. How can I develop them and my calves? With thanks, I remain, AN UNDERWEIGHT. I. Fair; but you are under weight, and should weigh IO or 15 pounds more. 2. To develop the wrists, use the spring-grip dumbbell, and to develop the calves, ride a bicycle, run, and try standing on the toes exercise; that is, rising alternately on the toes and heels. Prof. Fourmen: I read your columns with interest every week. How are my measurements: Age, seventeen; weight, 125 pounds; height, 5 feet 7 inches; neck, r3 inches; chest, contracted, :w inches; expandd, 35 inches; biceps, 90 inches; forearm, 978 inches; wrist, 6 inches; thigh, 20 inches; waist, 26 inches; hips, 35 inches; knee, 14 inches; calf, 13 inches; ankle, 8 inches. What are my weak points? I exercise thirty minutes each morning, and take a cold sponge, and thirty min\1tes at night, with the chest weight, Indian clubs, dumbbells and punching bag Do you think this sufficient? Hoping to see this in print, I remain, }ACK SLOAN. You are some under weight. Your 1nethod of exercising is very good. Prof. Fourmen: I have lo11g been an ardent and entbusiastic admirer of Tip Top, the best weekly ever written, and i: thought I would ask you your opinion of my measurements: Height, 5 feet 6 inches; weight. 138 pounds; ankles, 8 inches; calves, i4 inches; thighs, inches; waist, 27 inches; chest, normal, 33 inches; expanded, 36Y, inches; forearms, II Y. inches; biceps, 13 ioches. Hoping to see this in print, and thanking you in advance, I remain, A'N ADMIRER. Your measurements are very good. Keep up your exercising. Prof. Fourmen: On June 28, 1902, my measurements were: Chest, normal 30Y, inches; expanded, 32 inchc ; waist, 26 inches; biceps, 9Y, inches; neck, 12 inches; forearm. 9 inches; thigh, iSy,t inches; calf, 13 inches; my weight was ro8 pounds and my height 5 feet 7 inches. La!st summer I took a course in physical culture, and have exercised since. My measurements now are: Chest, normal, 31 inches; expanded, inches; waist, 27 inches; biceps, 10 inthes; neck, I2Y, inches; forearm. 97'2 inches; thigh, 19 inches; calf, IS inches; weight, 120 pounds Do you think I have inior0ved? Are nw me'!surements now ,,.ood? I omitted to say that I -am now thirteen year s ten mo1lths of age. Yours very ttuly, HENRY. Yes, you show great improvement. Keep it up, and you will in time becontc a good athlete. Prof. Fourmen: I am nineteen years old, stand 6 feet 2 inches, and weigh 1'8g pounds. Have read Tip Top froin No. I to No. 354, and am sure there is no finer publication of athletics in the country. In No. 354 I see a young lady, seventeen years old, put the shQt 22 feet 6 inc.hes. I think she may safely claim the champion hip for girls. I am a weight man myself, and hold the Pa cific Northwest championship-16 pounds, 39 feet 9 inches. H.D. C. Prof. Founnen: I am thirteen years of age, weigh 76Y, pounds; height, 4 feet 9 inches 1. How can I develop the muscles of mf arms? 2. Is punching the bag a good Very respectfully, G. REMLAP. I. Use dumbbells, chest weights and Indian clubs. 2. Yes. Glad to hear from one of our champions. You arc well proportioned. Keep to your training systematically. Prof. Fourmen: I think I would like a little advice from you, I am sixteen years nine month old, and weigh 131 pounds. I am stronger than most of the boys where I work, but am rather stiff in my knees. Wh:it should l do for it? I would like very much to be an athlete, and am working to become one. Frank and Dick Merriwell are my models. I am a constant reader of the Tip Top Weekly, and think it is Tip Top. Please answer soon. DrcK GtF'.FEN. Rub your knees with some good liniment; one composed of lead and opium is beneficial. Prof .. Fourmen: I am a reader Tip Top Weekly, and I would like you to answer a few questions for me. I am sixteen years
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. .. TIP TOP'S WINTER SPORTS CONTEST .. -,_ BASKET BALL .. ICE HOCKEY I Can You Put Up a Winning Team This Year? 6ET YOUR SCORE CARDS' TIP TOP will furnish all Basket Ball Teams playing in the Tournament with 10 Cards. These will help you keep your team's record. fill out Score Cards and send to Athletic Department, fip Top Weekly. SEND FOR THE BASKET BALL SCORE CARDS. l I I a e - ,. e. - it ,. . -. TIP TOP 8 SKfJ TIP TOP ICE HOCKEY Champions cf Champions of 1903 ,< -Do you see those dotted lines on the pennants? Is the name of your team to iill one of those honored places this year? IT'S UP TO YOU! our old battle cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE'! THAT'S TliE SPIRIT THAT WINS! THAT TIP TOP AWARDS IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP BASKET BALL TEAM THE CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM 1 Rall 7 Pairs of Ice Hockey Skates 5 Pairs Running Trunis 7 Pairs of Ice Hocke,,-Shoes 5 Pairs Running Shoes 7 Sweaters 5 A?"tmless Jerseys 7 Ice Hockey Caps 5 Pairs Stockings 7 Ice Hockey Sticl:is DOH'T' i't11SS A WDNNINC THROW DON'T LET THE ICE SLIP FROM UNDER YOU. :E-IERE ARE THE DIRECTIONS FOE?. l'\lCA.NAGERS. FIRST-Cut out and fill in one o' the following coupons according as your team i s an Icf' Hockev or Basket Ball Team. tiECOND-\Vr:te ont on paper a list of the pli .. yers of you r team and those of your oppouent's. \\Trite o n one side of paper only. THIRD-Pin the c oupon to yoir written report, FOURTH-Give a cle:ir, concise account of the game. ancl send t o STREET & 2 3 8 Willia m Street, New York Ci ty. TIP TOP WffKlY will publish all the scores, Therefore keep your team constantly before the athictic world by sending in 4LL YOUR SCORES. BASiiET BALL COUPON ICE HOCKEY COUPON f\'.1111e of Team . , .. . ...... Name of Team, ....... .. , ... , ...... Town .... ..... ,., ... ...... , .. .. ,, ... Town ....... .. ,,., ... ,,, .. ,.,,,,.,.,,,,,, State, , . .. , , , , .. , , , , ... ... State ... , .. , .. , .. , , . , . ...... "'inner ....................... Wi.1111er . .... , ... ", , , .. , .. Final Score . , .. , ... .... , .. .. , , : , ... .. Final Score, .... ,, ......... ,, ,, ...... ,. . ,. Date. _ .. ..... , ....... .. , , .. .. .... , , , Dat e.,,, .... ,,., .. ,., ... ,,,,.,,., .. ,,,., . Manager ... ....... ...... ... ... ... .. Manager. .. , .... , ............ .. , , , , "" .Gi I

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TIP TOP PRIZE GALLERY SECOND ANNUAL PHOTOGRAPHIC CONTEST PRIZB PHOTOGRAPH No. 39 The Diver ' PRIZB PHOTOGRAPH No. 40 A Bunch of Champions 1\ FULL vHeTe= GRAl?Hie euTFIT GIVEN PRIZE AS. A For the best Amateur 'iip 'Top Photograph of any Athletic Event or Athletic Team Come on1 Boys Get 1 your Cameras at Work If y
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Now, Then, Here Are a Few DO'S --.. ) "'-9"" Do your training in due Season Do your Best and you're due to Win Do your opponent Tip Top will do the rest Watch Every her for Further Announcements Ever.ybody up on his t9es, ready to start at the bell Soon to open. What is.soon to open? THE TIP TOP ALL AMERICAN BASEBALL SEASON Don' t be crowded into the baggage car! Get aboard early. Secure a first-class berth in the Second Annual Tip Top Baseball Tournament of All America. Don't play to the Grand Stand. Play for the FAMOUS. TIP TOP PRIZES AND PENNANT J".


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