Dick Merriwell in Maine; or, Sport and peril in the winter woods

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Dick Merriwell in Maine; or, Sport and peril in the winter woods
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Standish, Burt L. 1866-1945
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CAUTION! All readers of the r enowned T i p Top s t ories shoul d b eware of base Imitations, placed upon the market under catch names very s imilar to Frank Merriwell, and Intended to deceive. Issued Weekly. By subscripti'o n $2.soper y e a r Entere d as Second-clars Matter a t the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 7Q-8Q S event h A ve N. Y. No. 509 NEW YORK, JANUARY 13, 1906. Price, Five Cents Again that terrible shriek smote their ears, and suddenly, directly before them, a huge and monstrous shape Jo med dimly in the driving storm.


Issued Wukly. By subscriptilJn $aso per yea Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 7'1-&J Seventh Avenue, N. Y. Entered accordingto Act o f Cong-ress in the year 1Q06, in the Office of the Librarian of Qmpess, Washing-ton, D. C. No. 509. N E W Y O RK, J an u ary 13, 1 906. Price F i v e Ce n t s DICK MERRIWELL IN MAINE; OR, Sport and Peril in the Winter Woods. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I.' AN ENCOUNTER IN THE WOODS. The morning air was crisp and biting in the winter woods. Snow lay deep upon the ground. Picking a twisted course amid the irregular ranks of the tall, stately pines, Dick Merriwell set out from camp, with an ax upon his shoulder. Brad Buckhart had used the last of the dry wood to cook breakfast that morning, and Dick promised to bring in a fresh s u pp l y Ove r his other clothes, young Merriwell had slipped a huge fur coat, belonging to Zeb Piper, the guide. He wore a fur cap upon his head. On his feet were s n ow-shoes, which he skilfully manipulated. His eyes were bright and clear, and his cheeks soon grew ruddy from the cool, tingling kiss of the crisp air. Each breath exhaled became faint visible vapor a nd then vanished. T he g r eat woods were still. All those tal l trees, stretc h in g away rank on rank until they closed the vista to the eye, seemed waiting a n d listening expectantly The hush of anticipatioo was over everything. During the midwinter holidays, at the invitation of Earl Gardner, Dick Merriwell, Brad Buckhart, and Obediah Tubbs made cl.' visit to Earl's home in Calais, Maine. After spending a few days there, the boys de cided on a hunting trip in the vicinity of Moosehead Lake where they now were, having employed as guide Zeb Piper, a queer old character, who knew that region thoroughly. Piper had left on the previous day for Greenville, with the intention of bringing in certain supplies to Pine Cottage. Dick soon discovered a pine that had broken near the butt and fallen in a half supported, half-reclining position against two other trees. This looked l ike good, d r y wood to him, and he paused beside it, swinging the ax from his shoulder, with the i ntention of striking it into the dead pine Sudden l y, with a !1ene-jerking ping, 11....w


.2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. past his ear, and the silence of the forest was brok en by the clear, ringing report of a rifle. Instantly Dick fell uport the snow close to the butt of the dead pine, behind which he crouched. A t a distance there were cries of satisfaction, and two persons came hurrying bungingly on snow-shoes iii the direction of young Merriwell. They were boys, neither of thetn being more than seventeen, and each carried a rifle. "Hold on, Mortimer!" beseechingly cried one, as he nearly tripped over his snow-shoes. "Don't be in thuch a dweadful hurwy. I thot the bear; he'th mine.'' "Perhaps you didn't kill him, Oscar," the boy in advance. "You know a wounded bear i s a dan gerous creature. Better be ready to shoot again." "Two jackasses!" muttered Dick Merriwell angrily. "The crazy fools t ook me for a bear." "I thee him, Mortimer!" yelled the boy with the lisp, wildly flouri shincr his rifle. "I thaw him peep out from behind that He'th hi cling, Mortimei:; look out faw him! He'th going to jump out and scwatch you! He"ll bite you!" The lad in advance paused and half lifted his rifle, cocking it as he did so. "I saw him stir myself," he said. "Vv e mn t finish him before we go any nearer. You move off to the right, Oscar, and I'll move to the left. Then he won't be able to hide behind the butt of that tree." Dick decided that it was about time for him to speak up. "Hold on, you lunatics!" he cried hotly. "What are you trying to do, anyhow?" The strangers halted in their tracks, with exclama tions of astonishment. "Goolil gwathuth !" gasped the one called Oscar "That wathn't a bear! Bearth can't talk, Mortimer, deah boy." "By George, Flutterby," exclaimed the other1 "I'm afraid you fired at a man!" "Well, it looked jutht like a bear : It wath a big hairwy cwecher." Dick ventured to lift his head above the trunk of the tree. "You're a fine pair of sportsrpen !" he said sarcastic ally. "You belong to the class 'that brings riclicule on city chaps who hunt in these woods." "I gueth it wathn't a bear after all, Mortimer," said the lisping fellow, in a regretful tone of voice. "I'm awfully thorwy, doncher know. I'd jutht love to thoot a bear." Dick stood up. "\Yhat you need is a good spanking," he said. "You'd better go home to marmer." This seemed to greatly displease of the strangers. "He's a very insolent fellow," observed the one called Mortimer. "That'th tho," lisped the other chap. "I don't like the '" ay he talkth to uth .. Leaving the ax where he had dropped it, Dick walked out toward the strangers. "You'd like it less if you were to receive what you deserve," he declared. "Who are yot.t, anyhow? and what do you mean by shooting at me P" "Why, he'th weal tharthyi l\Iortimer," piped the smaller one of the pair. "He's decidedly insolent," said Mortimer, eying Dick disapprovingly. "Look here, my fellow, what business have you around here, anyhow?" "That's none of' your business!" flung back Dick. "I don't suppose you own these woods." "vVell, I want to tell you something," retorted the other. "My father owns them. He has timber claims all over this region. Maybe you've heard of Augustus Sturtevant?" "Can't say that I have," admitted Dick. "Thuch ignowance !" sneered the lisper. "Everybody has heard of Augustus Sturtevant, the great timber king," said the other. "l\Ir. Sturtevant is my father. My name is Mortimer Sturtevant. You see, my fellow, we have a perfect right to hunt here. This is my friend, O s car Flutterby \\'e're with a party of Kent's Hill boys over at Seboeis Joe's Twin Camps. Now that I have made this explanatiofl, will you be kind enough to follow my example?" "My name is Merriwell, and I'm with a party at Zeb Piper's Camp." "Oh, that's it is it?" cried young Sturte\'ant. "\'\.'ell, now I want you to understand that you're trespassing. Piper has been warned away from here." "I was not aware," said Dick, "that a man who owned timber rights could prevent licensed men from shooting on his preserve. Your father hasn't bought the land, has he?" Instead of answering this question, Sturtevant demanded: "Have you a license?" "Certainly." "I'd like to see it." "If you'll just come over to Piper's Camp, I'll show it to you," said Dick, who felt like exhibiting Sturtevant and Flutterby to his chums. "I don't think I'll take the trouble ," said the son of the timber king. "You'd better bring your license over to our camp and show it." Dick laughed until the woods rang. "You seem to be a humorous chap," he observed. "You go out shooting at htiman beings .for bears, and then you expect them to chase you around to display their sportsman's license. You really ought to be caged. It would be much safer for hunters in these parts." "Thay!" cried Oscar Flutterby sh'illy. "Are you going to thtancl that Mortimer? Are you going to take that tharth off thuch a fellow?" "I don't like it!" grow l ed young Sturtevant. "Vl e ll," smi led Dick, "if you don't like it," you know what you can do." "l\fortimer,

TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 going to give him a weal hard thlap I've jutht got to thlap him! I can't thtand it another minute." He waddled fonvard awkwardly on the snow-shoes, while Dick stood still, watching him, with a faint smile of curious indifference. On approaching within reach, the fellow lifted his left hand, and, with a singular jerk, struck Di c k lightly on the shoulder. "There!" he cried. "Now you take that, you horwid tharthy feller!" Out shot Merriwell's hand, from which he had suddenly pulled a big leather-backed mitten. His fingers grasped Flutterby's collar, and, with a jerk, he actually snapped the fellow off his snow-shoes. Oscar uttered a squawk, which was smothered a mo ment later as young Merriwell pitched him headlong in the snow, into which he plunged to his waist, his legs kicking wildly in the air, and sending up a miniature geyser of white crystals. CHAPTER II. BUCKHART CALLS A BLUFF. The sight was really a ludicrou s one, and Dick's anger suddenly turned to merriment. "Ha, ha, ha! he cried. "Oh, ha, ha ha! The woods echoed with this burst of musical, boyish laughter. "How dare yoi.1 !" cried Sturtevant furi ously. Oscar Flutterby floundered about, and finally suc ceeded in rising to his knees, being covered with a white coating which made him look like a genuine snow man. He spluttered, and blew snow from his mouth and nostrils, at last managing to ga sp: "The honvid, wude cwecher !" "Ha, ha, ha! Oh, ha, ha, ha!" again rang out Dick's laughter. "\Vhere ith my wifle, Mortimer?" cried Oscar. "I'm going to point it wight at him!" The rifle had disappeared in the snow, ahd Flutterby pawed around until he found it, whereupon he rose to his feet, standing nearly to his hips in the white spread which covered the ground, and half lifted the weapon, in a threatening manner. Dick pointed a finger at the fellow, and sharply cried: "Don't you do it! If you aim that rifle at me, I'll give you the worst spanking of your life!" "Good gwathuth I weally believe he'd do it, don cher know! What are you doing, Mortimer, deah boy? Didn't you thee him throw me in the thnow? Why don't you jutht go up and thtrike him a weal hard whack?" "I wouldn't advise Mortimer to try it," said Dick grimly. "If he does, I'll not handle him as gently as I did you." "If I ever struek you, you wouldn't be able to handle me at all!" snapped Sturtevant furiously. "I want you to _!mow that you'll be sorry for such outrageous conduct! You'll regret it, my insolent fellow! Your name is Merri well, is it?" "That's correct ," nodded Dick, as he pulled on his heavy mittens to protect his hands. "Seems to me I've heard that name before, but I have a fancy it's not your real name." "You're welcome to have any sort of a fancy you like." "I remember now; it's the name of that famou s Yale athlete. Let me see, he was Frank Merriwell. I don't presume you claim relationship to him, do you?" "Perhapth he'll thay he'th Fwank Merriwell him thelf !" sneered Oscar, as he made a bungling attempt to get once more upon his snow-shoes. "Frank Merriwell is my brother," declared Dick, with a touch of pride. Sturtevant betrayed some surprise, which was fol lowed by a look of incredulity. "Bah!" he sneered. "Tell that to the marine s Your brother, indeed! Now it's my turn to laugh!" He did laugh in a forced, scornful manner. Dick turned back to the tree, and picked up his ax. "I've s pent too much time bothering with you," he said. 'Tm looking for some dry wood, and I've found it here." He swung the ax in the air, and drove the keen blade, with a ringing chug, into the dry trunk of the pme. "Stop where you are!" cried Mortimer Sturtevant. "Now you are trespassing! My father owns the tim ber rights here, and that tree belongs to him." "Is that so?" asked Dick, with assumed dismay. "Yes, that's so. You can't take a chip from it. If you do, you'll find yourself in trouble with the law!" "I believe a man who secures timber rights buys every standing stick," said Dick. "You'll take par ticular notice that this is not standing. It's a fallen tree. Go about your business, and don't bother me any more!" As he said this, he slipped off the heavy fur coat and flung it over the trunk of the tree, after which he earnestly applied himself to the task of cutting wood. "He weally defith you, Mortimer!" piped Flutterby. "What do you think of that, deah boy?" "I think he'll get all he wants before I'm through with him!" snarled SturtevatJ.t furiously. "I'll land him in the county jail!" Dick did not seem to hear a word of this. He con tinued to chop wood as if quite alone and undisturbed. Sturtevant decided on a last desperate bluff. Lift ing his own rifle, he pointed it at Merriwell, savagely commanding Rim to cease chopping. "It's my duty to protect my father's rights!" he shouted. "If you don't stop, I'll fire!" "Now, say," called another voice, "I wouldn't do any shooting, if I were in your place, stranger. If you don't lower that rifle, I'll sure let a little of this


TIP' TOP WEEKLY. cool air blow through your system! You hear me gently murmur?" The speaker was Brad Buckhart, who had ap proached unobserved, and was standing a few rods away, the butt of a rifle against his shoulder and the drop covering Mortimer Sturtevant. The moment Sturtevant realized the weapon was aimed straight at him, he uttered a cry of fear, and quickly lowered his own rifle. "Be careful, be careful!" he cried. "You might shoot me by accident! You have no right to handle a rifle in such a careless manner!" Oh, I'm a heap careful the way I handle it," re torted Buckhart. "I'm a whole lot familiar with a shooting-iron of this sort, and I'll bet a bunch of Texan l o ng-h o rns that I can clip the lobes off your ears with a couple of shots." "Oh, land thaketh !" gasped Flutterby shaking with fear. "Ithn't he a weal bwute !" "You won't have to do any shooting Brad!" called Dick. "These chaps are great bluffers." "Well, I sure call their bluff pard !" came fro m the Texan. "Whatever is it all about?" He advanced slowly and clumsily on the betraying that he was quite unfamiliar with the u s e of them. "Let'th go wight away Mortimer, deah boy urg ed Flutterby. "There'th no telling what theth thava ge wetcheth may do." "All right," said Sturtevant :fiercely, "we'll depa r t Let them go ahead with their trespassing. They'll be sorry for this piece of work! Come Oscar !" He turned, with as much dignity as he could com mand, and started away, Flutterby following after. "vVhoever are those interesting young gents, and what was their game?" inquired Buckhart. Dick explained, briefly telling what had taken place. The Texan's indignation was boundless when he heard how the boys from Twin Camps had mistaken Merriwell for a bear and nearly shot him. "If I'd known that," he growled, "I sure would have sailed into them all spraddled out! So this fel low Sturtevant claims we have no right to cut wood here, does he?" "Yes, but he knows better. His father owns the standing timber. We have no right to chop down a standing tree, but we can cut up any fallen stuff that has not been properly logged. How did you happen to c o me along just now?" "Why, I heard a shot, and thought I'd investigate. L oo ked around, and saw you hadn't taken your rifle. I knew you were not the one who did the sh o oting. I left Gardner and Tubbs trying to make the fire burn." "Vv ell, we'll soon furnish them with wood that will burn," said Dick, as he clipped off stick after stick. "This stuff is dry and full of resin. It will make a roaring fire." In a short time he had cut enough to give the m both a loaJ. B uck hart picked up at1 armful, while Merriwell slipped on the overcoat. D i ck gathered what wood rem a ined, s ecured the ax, and they started back for Piper s Camp. CHAPTER III. PIPER'S CAMP. Dropping his armful of wood outside, Dick opened the door of the cook-room, and looked in. Obediah Tubbs, the fat boy, was on his knees before the stove, his cheeks pursed out like an inflated toy balloon, as he blew furiously at the fire. With each puff of his breath a burst of smoke from the stove struck him in the face. Tears were dropping from his eyes. Behind Qbediah, in the doorway of the main room, sto o d E arl Ga r dner, literally c o nvulsed wi t h laughter. "Blow Obediah! Blow, you rascal!" cried Earl. "\V hy, you ha v en t enough breath in y o u to put life into a spark! Can't you make that fire burn?" "Dern its picter I'll make it burn, or I'll blow the w h ole business up the chimney!" piped the fat boy, in his peculiar, high-pitched voice "That's right blow-blow!" urged Gardner. Tubb s settled back a bit, and took in a deep breath, wh i ch he e x hal e d in one gre at, furious puff. The stove seemed resentful at such treatment, for, in return. it belched forth another burst of smoke and a shower of ashe s which struck Obe

TIP TOP WEEKLY. \ 5 the open door and into the snow outside. Next he picked out some dry splinters, and carefully placed them on the coals, where they quickly ignited. Then he thrust in several dry sticks, and, when the covers were replaced, the stove gave forth a merry crackling and roaring sound. "Well, dad bim the old thing! I'm glad she's gittin' onto her job!" said Obediah. "It'll take me two hours to git the cinders out of my eyes and nose You're to blame for it, Earl Gardner!" "You didn't seem to have much trouble in finding wood that would burn," said Earl. "Oh, I had some trouble," retorted Merriwell. Then he told them of his adventure with Sturtevant and Flutterby. "Dern their picters !" squeaked Obediah. "We oughter go over and give them fellers a good wal lopin' !" "If they let us alone in future," said Dick, "we won't interfere with them." "But I certain have a premonition that they won't let us alone," put in Buckhart. "That galoot, Sturte vant, was a whole lot riled. He actually seemed to think we were trespassers." "I gueJs everybody in Maine has heard of Augustus Sturtevant," said Gardner. "He's a very rich man, and he's made lots of his money in questionable ways. He's overbearing, too. Runs things up here in the woods to suit him self. If any one bothers him, he simply pushes them aside. They had a merry old "ar last winter qver on the We_st Branch, where his crew and the crew of big lumberman fought each other tooth and nail for two months. Sturtevant won out in the end. A logo-er on the opposing side was killed during the trouble. He was the leader, and there were nasty stories afloat that Sturtevant gave orders to his roughtest and dirtiest men to put the fellow out of the way. They tried to prove it in court, but Augustus Sturtevant had plenty of money, and some people declare that he bought the judge, jury, and lawyers. I presume that his son takes after him in his overbearing and insolent ways." "Where does Augustus Sturtevant hail from?" asked Dick. "He has a house in Bangor, but he votes in Boston. If young Sturtevant can get hold of his father, he's liable to induce the old man to drive us away from here." "WeII, now, if any one tries that," growled Buck hart, "he's certain going to have a tough job on his hands! 'We've paid for our licenses, and we've got a right to camp and hunt here." "Right doesn't cut much ice with might i n the Maine woods," said Gardner. "Why, old Sturtevant ruined the North Carry Railroad Company." "\II/hat's the North Carry Railroad Company?" ques tioned Dick. "Oh, it was a concern who formed a scheme of building a railroad across North Carry. They had a locomotive shipped to Greenville, and were going to take it across the ice last winter, but she's still in Green! ville. Sturtevant fought the surveyors and construc tion crew, and bought off his dangerous enemies, fin ally driving the North Carry Company out of busi ness." "He seems to be the king of the woods," laughed Dick. "Well, it isn't likely he's anywhere in these parts, and I fancy we can hold our own with Morti mer." "You bet your boots we can!" put in Buckhart. "Here, Obed, you sy l phlike gazelle, take this pan and fill her with snow. Put it on the stove to melt, and keep filling it until we get water enough to wash these dishes." "Say, by Jim!" piped the fat chap, "I'm a kinder chore boy, ain't I? I do everything the rest of you fellers don't wanter do, don't I?" "What did we bring you along for?" chuckled Dick. "What did you bring me along for? By thutter I came to shoot moose apd deer and bears and big game." "You won't find many bears prowling around in this weather," said Gardner. "They're taking their winter nap just about now." "Sturtevant and Flutterby didn't seem to think of that," said Dick. "They had an idea that bears were prowling around promiscuously, i:egardless of the wtather." Tubbs brought in a panful of snow, which began snapping and spluttering as soon as it was -placed on the stove. He kept it supplied with fresh snow until Brad !nfonned him there was enough. In the mean time, Buckhart rolled up his sleeves, and prepared for work. "I sure am going to see that these dishes are clean," i:ie said. ''I've camped out before now when the dishes were washed once a week. Every man had a plate of his own. when he got through eating, he took his finger and marked his initials in the grease on his plate, so he wouldn't get some other fellow's dish ne.;;:t meal. That don't go in this camp." "I should say not," laughed Dick. "By Jim!" put in Obed, "I think that's a purty good idee. VVhat's the good of working when you don't have to?" "Now you get up here!" roared the Texan, pointing to the fat boy, who had settled on a chair in the ad joining room-"get up and prepare to wipe th ese dishes. You're it! You'll polish 'em, too. I want you to use plenty of elbow-grease, and rub every di s h until it shines like a mirror." "Excuse me!" moaned Obed, as he wearily dragged himself to his feet. ''I wish I hadn't spoke." With Buckhart l ooking after it, the dishes .verc thoroughly washed and properly wiped. This done, the boys sat around for awhile and chatted. Tubbs suddenly leaped into the air, uttered a squeal, and cracked his heels together.


6 I TIP TOP WEEKLY. CHAPTER IV. THE FAT BOY TRIES SNOW-SHOEING. "What struck you?" asked Gardne/. "I j ust thought of something!" chuckled the fat boy. "I'm going out and practise walking on snow shoes. I've got to git used to the tarnal things if I'm going to do any hunting "That's a good idea," nodded Dick, a twinkle in his eyes. "Fine!" agreed Brad. "We'll go out and see what you can do, Obed A few moments later they were outside, and Dick was assisting Tubbs to adjust a pair of snow-shoes to his feet. A person who has had no experience finds snow shoes decidedly awkward to manipulate. An expert handles them with ease, and covers ground rapidly. If he i s thoroughly proficient, he can run on them unde r fairly favorable conditions. The amateur's first attempt to get about on things is almost certain to be a ludicrous exhibition. When he was ready, Obediah straightened up smilingly. "Anybody oughter handle these things." he chuckled. "You can't make me believe they're so tarnal hard to walk on. I bet a punkin pie I can jest skim around on em as slick as a whistle Tubbs took three steps. Then one of his snow shoes got planted on the other, and, when he tried to lift his foot, he lost his balance, and plunged his arms at full length into the snow. "We-e-e-e-e-e !" he squealed. "Who tripped me then? That ain't no fair! If you fellers are goin' to play tricks on me, I won't walk on 'em no more!"' "You tripped yourself," laughed Dick. "\Ve weren't near you." "Well, say!" called Obed. "How do I get up? Can't seem to recover my equilibrium." "Wait a minute," said Merriwell. "I'll give you a lift." He seized the fat boy by the collar, and pulled him upright. "Now look out not to step on your own feet ," he said. "Don't stick to the path ; strike out anywhere That's right. Go ahead. Now you're showing us how it's done." "Didn't I tell you I would?" cackled Obediah tri umphantly as he waddled along in an agonizing man ner. "I knew I could do it, by Jim! Wait a minute, and you'll see me scootin' around among these trees jest as if I had skates on my feet." The three boys watched him, uttering exclamations of admiration for his benefit. They urged him on, encouraging him to move faster and faster. Suddenly the fat boy again tripped himself, and this time he plunged into a soft bed of snow, not only his arms disappearing from view, but his head and shoul der s also. He floundered about wildly, succeeding in getting his right foot free from the snow-shoe and waving it frantically in the air. Buckhart roared. "Look at Obey"s signa l of distress!" Gradually the fat boy's efforts became less and less frantic, and finally he relapsed limply. "Think we'd better pull him out," said Dick. When they pulled Tubbs out, he appeared nearly finished. It was some moments before he succeeded in getting the snow out of his mouth and nose and inhaling a full breath. Then he sat up, with the white bank around him to his waist, gazing resentfully at his friends. "Why didn't ye let me alone jest ten seconds l onger?" he piped faintly. "I'd been dead by that time! You're a fine lot, you are!" "How do you like walking on snow-shoes?" asked Dick. "Drat the things! They ain't fit for nobody to walk on! Look here, Dick they ain't the same kind of snow-shoes you use. You can't fool me Oh, laugh-laugh! It's all right!" "Oh, come on. Obed, you were doing finely. Get up, and try it again." "You go to grass!" yelled Tubbs angrily. "Having a regular circus with me, ain't ye? Jest laughin' your5elves sore over me, ain't ye? Well, by Jim! I'll do my practisin' some other time, when you fellers ain't around. Now don't you try to hook me onto them things again. I won't stand it! I'll wade back to camp." Wade he did, floundering through the snow until he reached the hard-packed lot in front of the camp. "Are you going to leave those snow-shoes out there?" asked Dick. "Yes, drat 'em!" yelled the fat boy. "They can stay there and rot, for all of me!" Then he plunged into the camp. Merriwell picked up the snow-shoes, and they fol lowed Obediah inside, where they proc eeded to rally him for some time They were still laughing over Tubbs, when sud denly, without warning, the door was flul!g open, and a tall, dusky, black-haired man stepped in. At a glance, they saw it was a half-blood Indian. He had a rifle in his hands. Three feet inside the open door, he halted, surveying the boys with a savage, scowling expression Naturally Dick and his friends sprang up in surprise. "Who are you?" demanded Merriwell. "Me Seboois Joe," was the answer. "Me come to make you git." "That's right!" cried another voice. "And we're here to back him up!" Mortimer Sturtevant appeared in the doorway. Be hind Sturtevant were six more boys, one of whom was Oscar Flutterby. "The Twin Camps cro\Yd !" muttered Dick.


TIP TOP \ VEEKL Y. 7 CHAPTER V. THE FOOTBALL SIGN AL. The half-blood was a fierce-looking man, and he glared at the boys in his most savage manner. Evi dently he expected to intimidate them at the very start. Obediah Tubbs, however, was .the flnly one who be trayed signs of alarm. Dick stepped out promptly and placecl himself before Seboeis Joe, while Buckhart stood quite still where he had risen, his hands on his hips. Earl Gardner's face flushed with indig-nation. and he stepped forward to place himself at Dick's shoulder and a little to the rear. Outside the door, the boys from Twin Camps pushed closer, in an effort to look into the room. Oscar Flutterby tried to hold them hack. "Keep thtill, .fellowth !" he lisped: "l\fortimer told uth to let him and Joe thettle thith matter. If them nat.Jity chaps twy any wuff-houth bithneth, we'H wuth wight in, and knock the thtuffing out of 'em!" Suddenly Buckhart broke loose. "\Vhoop !" he roared. "\Vhatever is this bunch I see? Here's a lot of unbranded calves, led by the old long-horn steer himself! Pards, it's up to us to put our stamp on the s e yo11thful mavericks. It's a sinft1l shame to let them go rampaging over the range without anybody's signature on their hides." The Texan was actually steaming for trouble. He felt outraged by the intrusion, and longed to express his emotions by vigorous action. \Vithout turning his head, l\Ierriwell rnacle a gesture that repressed his energetic chum. "Look here, Mr. Seboeis Joe," he said, in a quiet, firm tone of voice, "we've hired this camp, and paid for it. For the time being, it's practically our prop erty, and you're an intruder here. You came in without knocking, and without being invited." "Tl t's whatever!" substantiated Buckhart. The half-blood scowled till more savagely, if pos sible. "l\Ie knQ\v my business," he declared gutturally. "Sturtevant boy his father own all around here. No 'low sportsmen to shoot here. Me guard. Me take care of property. Sturtevant boss he tell Cruicle Piper not to come here some more-hot to bring nobody. Guide Piper he pay no 'tention. He git in much t rouble. You cut tree belong to Sturtevant boss. That settle it. You go-you go quick! Y o u don't git out, Joe he take you by the neck, and put you out. He tell Sturtevant boy he come here ancl do it by him self Don't want no help. Sturtevant boy he say he come see how it is clone." "That's right," grinned Mortimer Sturtevant. "vVe all came along to see the fun." Merriwell surveyed the youthful speaker from his head to his feet and hack again. There was both amusement and dis dain in the glance. "I presume you expect to see a lot of sport, Sturtevant," he observed. "What are you going to do? Are you going to rush us right off without further notice? Aren't you going to give us time to ,pack up?" "We'll help you pack!" chuckled Mortimer. "If you're willing, we'll see that your dunnage is ready for toting inside of ten minutes. If you're not willingvVell, we'll throw you and your truck out into the snow, and set fire to this old shack." "That right," put in Seboeis Joe "So you propose to proceed in a most high-handed and unlawful manner/' said Dick, apparently quite undisturbed. "I believe this is the usual Sturtevant style of doing things in these parts. As far as I can learn, your fathe11 is 'a lawbreaker, and would find himself in serious trouble if his victims dared rise and push matters against him." ''Don' t talk about law here," cut in Mortimer dis. clainfully.' "You've a great deal to learn, young fel low. You've yet to learn that there is a law of the woods. Up here men settle their own differences in whatever manner they choose. \Ve didn't come here to discu s s this matter with you. \Ve're not going to bandy words. You made an assault on my friend Flutterby to-clay. That's sufficient provocation." "That'th wight, Mortimer, deah boy!" pi peel Qscar, stepping into the doorway. "Give it to the wuffian J utht tell him what you mean, and we'll back you up, by gwathuth !" "Yes, we'll back yo11 up!" cried the boys outside. "We don't want those fellows here, and they'll have to move!" "What if we decline to move ?'1 asked Dic k \\'ho was fencing for time, while his brain actively sought the proper method of meeting the enemy. "\Ve've told you what that means!" exclaimed Sturtevant. "You'd better not be foolish. If I say the word, Joe will walk into you, and cl ea you all out. He's the man who whipped the whole crew at Kilmer's Lumber Camp, No. 2. There were thirteen of them, including the cookee." "l\fr. Seboeis seems to be the real thing," muttered Buckhart, who formd it impossible to keep still. "By Jim!" piped Obediah Tubbs, who 'had recovered his composure, and novv came waddling brward. "He most scares me to death jest givingme the eye. Look at me tremble I'm shaking all O\' er." "This is outrageous, Merriwell said Gardner, in a low tone "\Ve can't submit to !" "I don't propose to submit," spnke Dick, under his breath. "We'll fight. Are you ;;eady ?" Buckhart caught the word fight, and understood Dick's meaning. Merriwell saw the Texan gathering him s elf for the critical moment. Dick felt that it would not do to give the enemy warning of their intention. \ \'hatever they accom plished must be done instantly and by united action. HO\v could he call on his companions to back him up, without letting the intruders know what they meant to do?


8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. An idea flashed electrically through his head. "Seventeen two twenty-eight thirty-four seven!" he called quickly. It was a football signal, and it called for a mass formation and a charge into center. Buckhart, Gardner, and Tubbs understo0d, and they were in motion even as the final number left Dick's lips. Together, the four boys hurled themselves against Seboois Joe, literally lifting him off his feet and flinging him backward upon Mortimer Sturtevant, who was sent reeling into Flutterby's arms. The charge swept them all out through the open doorway. "Back!" cried Dick. "Close the door!" Slam! The heavy door was closed and barred 111 a twin kling. CHAPTER VI. THE A TT ACK REPULSED. Buckhart uttered a cowboy yell that almost lifted the roof. "Whoop! whoopee!" he cried, cracking his heels together. "That was the way to do it! That jarred them some, I opine! Say, pard, you certain had your wits in full working order just about then." "! was not the only one," laughed Dick. "You fel lows caught on promptly enough to make it a s11ccess." "By }in.!" piped the delighted fat boy, "we'll have to tell the at school about our great football play i:.1 the l\faine woods." "H(!ar the racket outside," said Giirdner. "They seem to be sGfnewhat excited." "Listen !" urged Dick, lifting his hand and bending an ear toward the door. "You can hear Sturtevant you can fiear what he's saying." The voice of Mortimer Sturtevant reached their ears. He was calling on Seboois Joe, and asking the half-blood if he was seriously hurt. "He, he, he!" snickered Tubbs. "Seboois got it in his bread-basket!" "That Indian is dangerous," declared Dick gravely. "If I ever saw a murderous countenance, he has one. He is the kind of man who never forgets and never forgives. He'll watch his chance to get even with an enemy." "I haven't got any use for an Injun, anyhow," said Buckhart. "Never saw but one who was any good." "You mean old Joe Crowfoot," said Dick. "If Joe was here now, he would be a valuable addition to our force. I'd pit him against Seboois Joe any day, and guarantee that he would outwit Seboois, and make him look like a plugged quarter." Suddenly there were several shots, and they dis tinctly heard bullets striking the logs of the cabin. "Now, if they're going to try that," said Dick, "we'll have to meet th e m half-wav." There was a sharp, jang linf;crash of glass, and a face appeared at the broken window. It was Mortimer Sturtevant, who shouted furiously: "You've cooked your goose, you fools !" Obediah Tubbs made. a hurried dash for the cook room. The others fancied the fat boy was going to see that the back door was securely fastened. "Come on, fellows!" snarled Sturtevant. "I've got 'em! We'll climb right in at this window!" Then he flourished a pistol, with which he threatened the boys inside the camp. "Keep back!'' he commanded. "If you don't, you'll get something out of this!" "It's a bluff, pard,'' growled Brad. "He wouldn't dare to shoot, anyhow." Tubbs came out of the cook-room, with a long handled dipper in his hand. Steam was rising from the dipper. The fat boy slipped along the wall in the direction of the broken window; while Sturtevant watched Dick and tbe others. Taking careful aim, Obed gave a flirt of the dipper, and sent its contents at the face in the window. There was a yell of pain, and Mortimer Sturtevant dropped from view. "Te, he, he!" snickered Obediah. "Hot water don't seem to agree with that feller." "Score one for Tubbs!'' cried Dick. "There's an inside shutter to that window; I think we'll have to close it." The shutter vvas promptly closed and hasped. This made it so dark within the cabin that the boys found it necessaqr to light a lamp. Listening, they heard the enemy still talking ex citedly on the outside. Some one hammered furiously on the door, and uttered fierce threats. "They'll sick of that after awhile," said Dick. "\Ve may as well take it easy. We're comfortable in here, and it's decidedly cold out there." At intervals for more than thirty minutes they heard the sound of voices. although there \YaS no further assault upon the camp. Tubbs rolled into one of the bunks, and proceeded to sleep and snore in the most tranquil manner. "Is this the peaceful little outing you p romised us up in the Maine woods, Gardner?" asked DiCk smil ingly. "Why, we fancied we were going off away from everybody, where it would be so placid and lone some that we'd rejoice when we came out and ob tained sight of a human being." "Of course I didn't count on this," said Earl. "I think I know some of those fellows. If I'm not mis taken, one of them is from Calais. His name is Crab tree, and he attends school at Kent's Hill." "Whatever is Kent's Hill?" asked Buckhart. "It's a prep school. Kent's Hill and Hebron are the two best in the State. Father wanted to send me to Kent:'s Hill, but I was anxious to attend Fardale, and mother helped me out in it. You know, I'd heard about Frank Merriwell, and I thought it would be fiEe to attend the prep school at which he fitted for college. Never dreamed I'd meet his brother there."


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 "vVell, Earl," said Dick sincerely, "it's my good that you selected Fardale. Don't seem to hear those fellows any more." "I opine they've taken a sneak," said Brad. "Still, they may be trying strategy. They may be waiting for us to open up, with the idea of charging the door the moment we unfasten it. There's no hurry about opening it." Five minutes l ater Dick sniffed the air suspiciously, and then seemed to listen. "Is the co

IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. a pie? My tummy is jest cryin' for pie! Ifam a n d eggs and beans and canned fodder is purty good, but a feller like me can't live on such truck. l'm pinin' away. I'm losin' flesh every minute. If this thing keeps up, I'll be a livin' skeleton." "You look it!" cried Gardner, with a shout of laughter. "If you could reduce your flesh about sixtx or seventy pounds, you'd be in a fairly normal con dition." "Say, if I ever had to reduce it on a diet that ex cluded pie, I'd certainly go to the bug-hous e I'm thinking of it all the time. I'm dreaming of the kind mother used to make-squash pie, apple pie, mince pie, custard pie, pun kin pie-Oh, yum, yum! P 1111kin pie-that's the be s t ever! I'd jest like to sec ab o ut four dozen good punkin pies stacked right up before me. I wouldn't clo a thing to th e m! Then th e re's date pie and prune pie and raisin pie and \Va s hington pie--I don't care what kind }t is; as long as it's pie, give it to me." "Oh, you make me tired!'' growled Bnckhart. "You're dotty on that subject! You've got wheels, Obed!" About three o'clock that afternoon, D ick found it impossibie to remain idle longer. He got down a pair of snow-shoes, and prepared to go out. Buckhart expressed a desire to go along, but l \[erriwcll objected. "Better stay here, Brad. You know, there's no telling when the Sturtevant crowd will show up again. Besides that, you're no expert on snow-sh o es, and I'd have to go slow on your account. I'll be back about dark." They watched him as he started away on the snow shoes, with his rifle in his hand. A voiding the dense thickets, he made rapid pro g ress through the woods. Not more than twenty minutes after leaving the camp, he was given a start by the distant sound of a rifle-shot. "\\' oncler ''"ho fired?" he speculated. "I suppose it was some of the Sturtevant crowd." Changing his course slightly, he continued in the direction from which the report had s e emed to c o me. At intervals he paused, and listened, sweeping the forest with his keen eyes. The snow that had been SQ crisp and light the day before was now moist and heayy beneath hi s feet. It was in the finest conditi o n for ea s y tranling on snO\\" shoes, for, although s lightly clamp, it did not cling. As !:le was listening for the fourth time, he fancied he heard a faint. far-awav shout. "Sounded like a call J for help," he muttered. "I wonder any one is in trouble over that way?" On he went once more, and a few minutes later he again heard a cry. This time he was certain it \\"as a cry of distre ss. "Perhaps it's some one in the woods. It would be like those Kent's lliil fello\\'S to wander off by themseh es and get lost \ ny one can do that easy enough here." As he advanced, the frequent cries grew plainer and plainer. Beyond question, some one was calling for assistance. Finally, through an opening between the trees, he caught sight of a moving figure. A mo ment later he discerned it was an animal, and it did not take him long to find out that this animal was one of the lords of the Great N mth VI/ oods, a moose. The boy's leaped and tingle<;! in his veins. Immediately he sought cover behind the trunk o f a tree, where he remained to take into consideration the direction of the wind. To his satisfaction, he dis covered that whatever light air was moving was blow ing toward him from the moose. "Fine!" he whispered. "The beast can't get scent of me. Now to get near enough for a sure shot." "Help, help!" The cry was plain enough now, and it

TIP TOP WEEKLY. II animal, instantly retreating, for even a dying moose is dangerous. The blood of the great beast stained the damp snow. The boy stood looking down at his game, with a feeling of mingled regret and satisfaction. From the sportsman's point of view, it was a fine thing he had done, but, a:. he witnessed the last dying struggles of the lord of the Great North W 09ds, pity and regret threatened to overwhelm every other sensation. "It's your fate, old boy!" he murmured. "It's the hand of man against you and against everything in creation, finned, feathered, and furred .. For the time being, he had forgotten the person whose cries of distress had led him to that spot, but now he heard a scraping sound, and, glancing upwat'd, saw a human figure slipping clown the tree trunk from the lower branches. This person reached the ground, and turned toward Dick. His face was partly cov ever by white bandages, but enough of it was exposed for Merriwell to recognize him instantly. "Mortimer Sturtevant!" exclaimed Dick. CHAPTER VIII. DISPUTED GAME. Sturtevant stood still, and stared at Dick in anything but a grateful manner. "So it's you, is it?" he said, with a tone of mingled disappointment and resentment. ''I'm sorry it wasn't some one else. Anyhow, you finished my moose for me." "Finished him?" Dick inquiringly. "That's what I said." "Yes, I heard you say it; but what did you mean?" "Why, I found him here in this 'yard' he had made, and shot him, in the first place. You simply finished him up for me." Dick began to smile broadly. "Is that all?" he asked, with a sarcastic intonation. "I suppose the old fellow was pretty well done for when I fired at him?" "Sure: It was only a matter of time before he would have croaked." Merriwell's smile turned to a laugh. "Well, for a dying moose, he was just about the liveliest creature I ever saw. Why, he was trying to butt clown the tree you had taken refuge in. your gun?" "Oh, it's here in the snow somewhere. \i\Then I fired, the moose fell, and I ran forward. Just as I 'Vas right upon the creature, he rose, and I dropped my gun by accident. Didn't have time to get hold of it again, and, being defenseless, I took to the tree. The beast was fearfully furious in his dying agony." "Dying agony is good. Let's take a look at him, and see where you hit him. What did you aim at?" "His head, of course." "And you're the son of Augustus Sturtevant, the timber king? I presume this is not the first time you've been in the Maine woods. Still, you fired at the head of a moose!" "Well, what of that?" snapped Mortimer. "Oh, nothing," answered Dick, "only Seboois Joe should have told you better. We'll look at the moose, and see where you hit him:" The eyes of the forest monarch were glazed in death. Dick approached it fearlessly, and made a hasty examination. "See here, Sturtevant," he said, "here's where your bullet struck. It clipped a piece out of the beasfs antlers, near their base. The shock paralyzed the moose for a few moments. That's how the creature happened to fall, but it's a sure thing that the wound -if you can call it that-was not at all dangerous. Your dying moose would have lived out the rest of his natural life, for all of your attempt to cut it short." "Perhaps that's where you hit him," muttered the timber king's son. "Not on your life !" said Dick. "I fired at his left forward shoulder, and you can see that my bullet smashed it. I hardly think you've got any claim on this moose, Sturtevant." "I don't care what you think!" cried Mortimer hotly. "I saw the creature first, and fired at him. l hit him, too. He's mine, and I'll take him!" Once more Dick laughed. "\Vhat are you going to do?" he asked. "Are you going to toss him over your shoulder, and carry him off? You.re a good bluffer, Sturtevant, but your bluffs don't go with me. You ought to be grateful to get out of the scrape you were in. Only for me, it's possible you would have spent the night in that tree, with Mr. Moose standing guard beneath it. Don't give me any more hot air! Where are your snow shoes?" "There're here somewhere in the snow. I kicked them off when I started to climb the tree, and the moose trampled them. Here they are now." Sturtevant fished a pair of broken snow-shoes out of the trampled sno\\'. Following this, be found his rifle, and brought that to light. "You may be able to fix up those snow-shoes so you can get back to your camp," said Dick. "In the mean time, I've got to do a little hustling myself, for I'm going back for assistance to take in my moose." "I warn you not to touch this moose!" almost shouted Mortimer, the portion of his face that could be seen turning white with intense anger. "You fel lows seem to think you can come up here and carry things on just as you please. You'll find out dif ferently. One of you threw hot water on me, and scalded me. That's why I'm wearing these bandages. I'll make the chap who threw it suffer, and don't you forget it! I'm just biding my time, that's all." Dick seemed amused by the fellow's excitement and rage. "You're a most peppery and top-lofty individual," he said. "What you really need is a good, proper trim ming."


IZ TIP T01) \\.EEl LY. Sturtevant seemed to regard this as a threat, for s uddenly he lifted his rifle, and turned the muzzle toward Dick. "Don't you try to put a hand on me!" he snarled. "If you do, I'll shoot !" "Oh, say, you cantankerous galoot," cried another voice, "just lower that shooting-iron some, or I'll cer tain drill you!" Dick was astonished, for only a few rods away stood Buckhart. "Brad!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" "Couldn't keep still, pard," answered the Texan. "You didn't want me as companion, but there wasn't any reason why I shouldn't take to snow-shoes, and prowl on my own hook. Somehow, I had a feeling that you'd get into a scrape, and I followed your trail. Heard you shoot. Evidently you found game?" Dick explained in a few moments how he had dis covered Sturtevant treed by the moose. "Well, what's the matter with him now?" demanded Brad. "He ought to be a whole lot thankful to you "He claims the moose." "What?'' "That's right." "Well, he certain has his nerve with him!" The Texan had approached and joined them. Stur tevant was standing somewhat apart, with the butt of his rifle on the snow, seeming to be in doubt. "Here's where he hit the moose, Brad," said Dick, pointing to the place where Sturtevant's bullet had clipped a piece from the base of the creature's antlers. "He thought he'd killed the animal when it fell, so he rushed forward, but the moose rose up and put him into the tree in a hurry." The Texan faced Mortimer squarely, giving him a look of amused contempt. "You sure are the limit!" he drawled. "I've heard enough of that talk from your friend!" growled Sturtevant. 'Let up on it!" He knelt, and began seeking to repair his injured snow-s.hoes. In the meantime, giving the fellow no further con sideration, Dick and Brad decided on a plan. "I'll hustle back to camp," said Mer,riwell. "and bring Piper's tote-sled. With the sled, we can ta ke the moose in. You stay here and keep guard." "All right, partner," nodded the Texan. "Depend on me. I don't opine Mr. Sturtevant will carry your moose away while I'm watohing it." "I'll have to hustle," said Dick. "It's late and it may be dark before I get back here Don't worry, for I'll surely return." "I'll not worry any, Dick. I haven't forgotten that you were educated in your tender youth by a redskin. You'll find your way back all right, all right." "If you move that moose," said Sturtevant, "we'll come over to your old camp and take it, if we have to tear the cabin down!" "Mebbe you'll set it afire again!" sneered Brad. "That was a bra\ e piece of work, and you ought to be proud of it!" The timber king's son made no reply to this. HaYing fixed the snow-shoes as well as possible, he adjusted them to his feet, gave Merriwell and Buckhart a last look of hatred, picked up his rifle, and started off slowly. He found some difficulty in manipulating the injured snow-shoes, but they were better than none at all, as they enabled him to get along without wading through the white blanket that covered the ground. The boys watched Sturtevant until he vanished amid the trees. Then Dick hurried away, leaving Brad to guard the dead moose. CHAPTER IX. WHAT HAPPENED TO BUCKHART. Gardner and Tubbs were greatly excited when Dick returned to camp and told them he had killed a moose. "Hoopee !" squealed the fat boy "\!\There is he, Dick? I don't see anything of him." "Did you think I'd brought him in?" asked Merri well. "I've come for the tote-sled Buckhart is watch ing the moose. We'll bring him in on the sled." "I'll go with you,'' said Gardner. "Me, too!" shouted Obed. "You'll make a fine mess of it, Obed, if you try to go with us," said Dick. "You stay here, and look out for the camp. Gardner may come, if he wants to ." A few moments later, with the dusk of night gather ing in the forest, Dick and Earl started out with the tote-sled. Although it rapidly grew dark, Merriwell followed the trail unerringly, and they finally approached the spot where the monarch of the North \Voods had been slain. As they drew near, Dick shouted to Brad, and v;ras puzzled because he received no answer. Again and again he called, but the forest was silent. save for the echoes of his voice. "That's queer," he said apprehensively. "I don't like it. It's not like Brad to keep still." "It is queer," agreed Earl. "Are you sure vve're near the place?" "Certain. \Ve'll reach it directly. "I don't suppose anything could have happened to Buckhart?" A light mist had begun to fall. This threatened to turn inlp rain and there was every prospect of a dreary, drizzling night. Jn a few minutes they arrived at the place \vhere '\ the moose had been killed. ''This is the spot," asserted Dick; "but I don't see anything of Brad." "\Vhere's your moose?" questioned Gardner. "He should be right here, within twenty feet of thi; tree." But there was no moose. Dick found the exact spot where the animal had fallen, and then matches. ligh ting one of them. \ "Here's the blo o d on the snow," he said. "Here's


TIP \\.EEI'LY. 13 t'1e imprint of the creature's body. You can see it, Gardner." "Sure enough," s:ti =arl. "But are you positive you killed him?" "vVhy, I cut his throat." "That settles it. Just the same, he's gone, Dick." The match burned until Merriwell was compelled to drop it Then he and Earl stood still, staring at each other through the darkness, which hid the ex pression of their faces. After a mome11t, Gardner said: "Dick, something has gone wrong. Some one has mmed your moose." "That's not the worst of it, Earl-Buckhart is gone! This is bad business! I'm worried, Gardner! I'm afraid the hand of Seboeis Joe was in this piece of work!" "So am I," admitted the boy from Calais. "Seboois Joe would do anything." "If that breed injures Brad Buckhart, I'll have him properly punished, though it may cost me any amount of time and money !" "But what can we do now?" "Stand where you are, and I'll try to find out what's happened. The snow ought to show signs that will tell us something." Earl remained in his tracks vhile Dick lighted other matches and began inspecting the marks on the snow. After a few minutes, Merri well said: "The moose was taken away on a tote-sled. Here are the tracks." "That doesn't explain what happened to Brad." ''Wait; I'm not through investigating." Three minutes later, Dick spoke again: "Gardner, it looks mighty bad. I believe Buckhart was attacked and captured. I don't know how it was done, but here are marks which indicate a struggle." "It's the work of Sturtevent's crowd!" cried Earl hotly. "You'll be safe if you bet on that," agreed Dick "Then let's make for Twin Camps without delay. That infernal Indian might kill Brad!" "If Sturtevant was with him, I doubt if Seboois Joe would be permitted to carry the thing that far "'.'\ o. Earl, I don't think there is any clanger of that sort. They're bound to drive us out of this region. That's their game." * * * With all the skill at his command, Seboeis Joe crept closer and closer to the unsuspecting boy who stood guard over the moose. The half-blood dodged swiftly from tree to tree, sheltering himself from view behind th,.-ir dark trunks. The gloom of the misty woods favored him. Besides that, he was an Indian by na ture, and possessed all the craft of his race. The heavy mist aided the shadows in making the woods dim and obscure. Brad was restless. He had removed his snow-shoes after awhile, having walked back and forth over a certain strip of snow until it was trodden to a hard path Up and down this path he paced. Seboois Joe made his calculations with a nicety that permitted him to arrive behind the concealment of a tree at one end of this path while Brad was at the other end The boy turned, and came toward the con cealed breed. Reaching the end of the path, Buckhart wheeled to retrace his steps. Out sprang Seboois Joe! His moccasined feet made no sound. With the agility of a catamount, he leaped at the boy's back, alighting fairly upon his shoulders and hurling him face downward. Brad's rifle flew from his hands as he fell. Although attacked in such a manner, the Texan began to struggle instantly, seeking to turn and cast off his unseen antagonist. "No, you don't!" snarled Joe, as he fastened his sinewy fingers on the boy's throat. Brad's wind was shut off in a tlvinkling. He struggled on, seeking to tear those crushing fingers from his windpipe, and feeling himself growing weaker and weaker all the while. In a few moments a buzzing noise began to sound in his ears, swelling rapidly to a dull roar. Before his eyes, bright lights seemed to flash. He knew he was on the verge of succumb ing. Finally the boy lay still, with his face crushed downward into the snow. "Let up, Joe!" cried a voice. "You'll kill him, if you don't!" "Not much difference!" grunted the half-breed. "Kill him now, he make no more trouble." "But I won't have it!" shouted Mortimer Sturte vant, as he seized the ruffian's shoulder. "Let up, I tell you!" Reluctantly the guide released his hold on the un conscious lad. Sturtevant seized Buckhart, and turned him over, stooping low to peer anxiously into his face. "My goodness!" he fluttered. "I'm afraid you've done it! If you have, I won't stand by you. I told you to be careful." "No make so much fuss," said Joe. "He not dead. He come round all right pretty soon. Where tote sle

I:t TIP TOP WEEKLY. From a pocket of his hunting-coat, the half-blood produced some rawhide thongs. "Fix him with these," he said. "Watch me do it." With swiftness and skill, he bound Brad's arms to his sides. "Git tote-sled," he said. Sturtevant hurried away, soon to return \vith the which was an affair something like a to boggan made to be drawn over the surface of the snow. Its under side was smooth and polished until it shone like glass. There were no runners. "It's a good thing you started out with this sled to-day, J oe," said Sturtevant. I know where to find deer," said the guide. "Think I shoot one. Take sled to bring him in on." "And you heard Merriwell when he fired at the moo se?" "Yes; Joe have pretty good ears. He hear much far." The b oy laughed in a satisfied manner. "Mr. Merriwell wjll be somewhat surprised when he comes bac k here and finds his moose and his chum gone. Really, it will be a great joke. But I'm still wor ried over this chap. He doesn't seem to recover." "Oh, he come round," assured the half-blood. "Louie see, him all right." Brad had st irred slightly and gasped for breath. A faint groan came from his swollen throat. Mortimer Sturtevant was relieved and he showed it. "We'd better hurry up," he said. "Vie want to be well away from h ere before Merriwell ge t s back" "He no git back until lon g after dark," asserted the guide "Corne on, we roll moose onto sled." It was well for them that Seboois Joe was a very strong man, as it took the united efforts of both to get the moose onto the totesled. By the time this was done, Buckhart had quite recovered, and managed to rise to a side position. "Hello!" said Sturtevant, as he approached and stood over the Texan; "how are you feeling now? Not quite so gay and chipper, I fancy." "So it's you, is it?" muttered Brad thickly, with a great effort. "You don't mean to tell me that you sne'aked up on me? If you did, I want to lie down again and expire. I sure am a heap ashamed of m y self!" I "I won't take the credit," chuckled Mortimer. "The guide took care of you." "It's some relief to know that. What's your next move?" "You're going back to our camp." "Am I?" "You bet your sweet life!" "Sturtevant boy heap right," said the half-blood. "We take you with us." "What if I decline to go?" Joe gave a grunt. A moment later he flashed forth a wicked knife, and held it before Brad's eyes. "How you like this?" he demanded. "You make much trouble, we fix you with this." "Evidently it's up to me to be mild and passive," said the Texan. "Give off your orders "You git up. We put you on snow shoes. We say march so. Then you march. V:f e follow, and haul moose. You understand ?" "That's clear enough," said Brad, as he twisted about, and got upon his knees, finally rising to his feet. "You're having a lot of fun with me now, but it'll be my turn next." A few mjnutes later they started out, Brad in ad vance, following the course chosen by them. The guide and Sturtevant were drawing the sled, on \vhich was the moose. Their course was slow, but they plodded on steadily, while the misty shadows flickered and turned to darkness. CHAPTER X. A T T W I 1N C A M P S It was raining in earnest when the lights o f Twin Camps finally appeared. "Here we are!" cried Sturtevant, in relief. "I'm glad of it. By Jove! it's been a hard pull." He lifted his voice in a shout, which was soon answered from the two cabins known as Twin Camps. Doors were flung open, and in the light that shone forth they saw the young campers peering out into the rainy night. "Hello, you fellows!" cried Mortimer. "Vlake up, there! Come out and see what we've brought with us." "By gwathuth, it'th Mortimer!" cried Oscar Flut terby as he thrust his head out. "Thay, Mortimer, deah boy, it'th awfol nathty out doorth I hope you don't mind if we don't come out and get all wet What ith it you've bwought ?" "I've shot a moose ," announced Sturtevant. "\Vhat's that?" cried several of the boys. Heedless of the rain, they hurried forth, with the exception of Flutterby, who remained inside one of the doorways. "VI/ e've also brought some two-legged game," laughed the timber king s son. "Just take a look at him." He pushed Buckhart forward into the light that s hone from a doorway. There was a chorus of wondering exclamations. "Who is it?" "What are you doing with him?" "Why, his hands are tied!" "It's one of the Merriwell crowd!" "You've guessed it, Crabtree," Sturtevant. "He's one of that gang, and we've captured him." "What are you going to do with him?" questioned the boy called Crabtree. "Oh, I have a little plan which I fancy will bring that bunch to terms ," boasted Mortimer. "We'll keep him captive until they get very humble, and agree to anything I propose."


TIP TOP WEEKLY. "You certain will grow gray-headed before that time!" growled the Texan. "It's right evident you don't know much about Dick Merriwell." "Oh, I'll bring this Merriwell to terms," asserted Sturtevant. Next the moose was dragged forward into the light, and the boys surrounded it, with exclamations of admiration. "Did you really shoot it. Mortimer?" a sked one. "Oh, yes," said Brad sarcastically; "if you'll examine the base of the creature's antlers, you'll s ee where he shot it. He's a great sportsman! I'll tell you who killed that moose. It was my pard, Merriwell. Mr. Sturtevant was up a tree at the time, and the moose \vas standing guard at the foot of tha t tree." "Don't you believe a word of it," said Sturtev ant. "That mark on the horns is where Merriwell hit the moose. I killed it, and he had the nerve to claim it." "Well, how did you get it away from him?" asked Crabtree. "Oh, he went after a t o tes led to haul it away on, and I found Joe. \Ve didn't wait for Merriwell to come back. That's all. This chap was guarding the moose. He did a fine job at it. Joe jumped on him, and here he is." "You're a first-class liar, Sturtevant!" exclaimed Brad. "What's that?" snarled the leader of the Twin Camps crowd, stepping s wiftly forward before Brad, and lifting -his clenched fist. "Didn't I say it plain enough?" asked the T ex an. "You're a liar! Now hit me; my hands are tied." l'viortimer's clench e d fis t dropped by his side. "Oh, I .. hit you now," he said; "but there'll come a time when I'll make you swallow those words." "You'll never live long enough! If you want to try it, just take me inside one of thes e cabins, lock the door, set me free, and then come at me. You'll have all your friends around to watch you do me up." settle with you when I get ready, and in my own way," said young Sturtevant. "Take him inside, boys." Buckhart was pushed into one of the cabins, where Oscar Flutterby stood grinning at him in a deri si ve manner. "Why, it'th the wuffian who talkth like a cowboy," lisped Flntterby. "He don't theem tho thavage ath he wath the latht time I thaw him. He, he, he!" "He, he, he!" mocked Brad. "Did you ever look in the glass?"' "vVhy, of courthe I have." "And you survived the s11{>Ck ?" "\t\Thy, you wude, narthty cwecher He'th per fectly intholent, boyth. I never thaw thuch a com111on fell ow." "You'll excuse me if I sit down, said the Texan, as he settled himself on a chair. "No, thir !" cried Oscar. "That'th my chair, thir Git wight up!" "Is this your chair, baby? Well, come and take it." "I will!" declared the lisper, flourishing his fist. "I'll puth you wight out of it!" But when he advanced to do so, greatly to his astonishment, one of Brad's heavy boots flew out and caught him near the pit of the stomach, sending him backward, to land with a thud in a sitting positi o n on the floor. "That seat will do for you, Mamie!" chuckled the Texan. "Oh, good gwathuth thakes alive!" moaned Flutterby, holding both hands to his stomach. "He'th half killed me, boyth He kicked me! \ Vhy don t thomebody go wight up and thtwrike him?" Mortimer Sturtevant had remained outside to aid the guide in taking care of the m oose He entered a this juncture, and paused in surprise, staring at Flutterby. "\!\!hat's the matter, Oscar?" he a sked. "Oh, I'm tho glad you've come, l\Iortimer, deah boy! That wude wuffian that wight clown on my chair, and. when I twied to take it, he kicked me!" "\Vell, he'll get some of the kicks taken out of him if he tries that business here!" snarl eel Mortimer angrily. "You're altogether too gay. m y friend." "Gayety is natural with me. I can't help it. I just bubble over with effervesc en ce. I'm the jolliest fel low you ever struck. I'm always j o kin g Mamie collided with one of my j o kes a moment ago." Sturtevant assisted Flutterby t o ri se after which he called Crabtree to help him, and to gether they jerked Brad out of the chair. "You'll sit where we tell you t o, said the timber king's son. "Oh, all right," came with apparent su bmissiveness fro m Buckhart. "As long as you are so I won't be particular." "I with you'd give him a thlap for me," urged Oscar. "Why don't you do it, baby?" asked the Texan. "No, thir, I won't touch thuch a w'etch !" .Brad made no further trouble, thinking it best, under the circumstances, to be submissive. "Supper is waiting in the other camp," said one of the boys. "I'm ready for it," declared Sturtevant. "I have a fancy appetite to-night. To-morrow we'll dine on moose meat. The head of that old moose will look fine in my room at home." "And you'll be proud every time you see it!" 11aid Brad. "You'll think what a beautiful shot you made when you knocked a piece out of its horn." One of the boys was left to guard the captive, wl!ile


TIP TOP WEEKLY. the othe rs went across into the opposite cabin and ate supper. They came back after awhile, seeming well satisfied and in a jovial mood. "'vV e won't starve you, my friend," said Sturtevant. "You can have a pick at the leavings. Come on, Harkness; we'll take him across." "Your hospitality seems quite appropriate for the sort of chaps you are," grinned Brad. "I hope the leavings are abundant, for I assure you my appetite hasn't been disturbed, alth o ugh my throat is decidedly lame from the effects of that Injun's fingers." They marched him across through the rain, which had now set into a steady downpour. "It's rather awkward that you can't feed yourself," said Sturtevant. "We might give you a chance, if you'd promise to be decent." "What do you mean?" questioned Brad. "We'd untie you while you ate, but you"d have to give your word to let us tie you again when you are through." Brad sniffed the coffee, and his eyes surveyed the food on the table. "Gents, I'm a whole lot famished," he said "Just let me loose long enough to feed my face, and I'll give you my word of honor that you may truss me up again when I'm through." "All right," said Sturtevant; "but I want you to notice that Seboeis Joe is sitting right there by the door, with his rifle leaningat his side. If you try any tricks, Joe has my permission to do anything he likes." "You didn't have to say that," said the Texan, a bit resentfully. "vVhen I give a man my word, I stand by it. You w o n't have to watch me, and there's no need to thrfaten." Sturtevant and Crabtree untied the thongs and freed Brad's hands. "Thanks!" smiled the Texan, in his most affable manner. "Now watch me hit the grub pile." CHAPTER XI. THE BOY WHO WAS MAR'KED. In truth Buckhart 's appetite had been undisturbed by his misfortune. The food he stovYed away would have satisfied a lumberman. "Good gwathuth !" lisped Oscar Flutterby, as he watched the Texan; "if thornebody don't thtop him, we'll have to thend out for thupplit-h in the morning!"' Behind his hand Mortimer Sturtevant whispered hoarsely to Oscar: "Let him eat. It may be his last meal! Perhaps Se boo is Joe will cut his throat before morning!" "Say," drawled Brad, "if you think you're going to spoil my appetite and cut me short that way, you're a heap mistaken. Can't scare me out of finishing up in style on this line." "Your nerve seems to be all right, my friend," put in Dave Crabtree. "Say, I rather like you." "Thanks," nodded the Texan, his mouth full as he spoke. "You don't seem so bad yourself. How'd you happen to tumble into this slushy bunch?" "Thluthy bunch!" cried Flutterby, in exasperation. "Do you hear that, Mortimer, deah boy? He callth uth thluthy Evwy time he open th hith mouth he in creatheth my exathperwation !" "Look here, Sturtevant," spoke the boy from Texas, fixing a piercing eye on the lisper, "why don't you put a muzzle on it? You ought to have a collar and chain for the little poodle." "Now look here, fellowth," piped Oscar, springing to his feet and flouri shi!1g both hands in the air, "I want to know if you're going to let thith wuffian come here and eat all our food and talk to uth jutht ath he chootheth. He'th inthulted me! He' th kicked me! He'th done evwything narthty he could think of to me, and nobody theemth to rethent it! I want yoti to un derthtand I'm wea l mad. I'm going wight out into the other camp, and I'll thtay there, too. If I meet thith wuffian on the thtreet thometime in a J?ig thi-ty, I'll never thpeak to him. I'll walk wight by him and give him the glathy eye. That'th the way I'll get even with him." "Oh, please-please don't do that!" entreated Brad. "It would break my heart, baby! I'd never reco'(.er from the blow !" "That'th jutht exactly what I'm going to do if I ever get the chance," threatened Oscar as he minced toward the door, turned to give the Texan a comical look of indignation, and then flounced out into the rain. Brad Jay back on his chair and roared with laughter. "He sure is than a whole cage of monkeys!" he cried. "But what is he doing up here in the woods? I don t see how he ever dared venture so far away from home and mother." "Really, sir," said Sturtevant, "Flutterby is a nice fellow. His parents are wealthy." "Waugh!" grunted Brad. "I suppose that makes him nice in some people's estimation; but I \Yant to say right here that I never could stand for a sissy. They're not in my line."


TIP TOP \VEEKLY. "I think you are carrying things a little too far, un der the circumstances," said Sturtevant. "Are you through stuffing yourself ?" "This cup of coffee will just about finish me." "It ought to. It ought to kill you. I presume you're ready now to have your hands tied again?" Brad wiped his mouth on his coat sleeve "Fine napkins you fellows provide!" he grinned. "Oh, sure; go ahead and tie me up. All I ask is that you leave my feet free. If that half-breed gent comes sneaking round me in the night, I'll just about kick the jaw off him." At this the beady eyes of Seboois Joe took on a wicked glitter, and he muttered something to himself. Buckhart was rebound, after which they again marnhed him across into the other cabin, where Flut terby was found sulking alone in a corner. The Texan was given a bunk and told that be could turn in whenever he pleased. He seemed in no hurry to retire, but sat listening to the chatter of the boys, who were inclined to joke and laugh over the fine trick played on Merriwell's party. Two of the boys brought out a banjo and a guitar and tuned up. when they struck into a lively tune, another chap sprang out upon the floor and began to dance. Oscar Flutterby revived somewhat and observed things with fresh interest. "Thay, Winnie," he called to the dancer, "that'th not nithe. Why don't you learn thomething graceful and delicate? Thothe thtepth are jutht like a nigger danthe, doncher know." "Perhaps you will give us something graceful and delicate, Oscar," suggested Win Baker. ('I would if I had my cothtumeth here. I'd do a thkirt danthe. You know I took part in our minthtrel thow at thchool and wath a female imperthonator." "vVhoop !" cried Buckhart. "I knew it! You couldn't fool me on that slushy-tongued chicken! A female impersonator! Oh, waugh vVhy don't some body kill him?" "Now there he goth again !" came resentfully from Oscar. "It'th thimply exathperating beyond meathure." "Let the boy alone, won't you?" snapped Sturtevant. "If you'll keep still, he'll provide for us." "I have one more request to make," said Brad. "What is it?" "\Vhen he starts in providing amusement, will you please blindfold me and plug my ears with cotton? He's the limit! I can't stand for him I" "You're a most particular sort of person, aren't I you?"' sneered Sturtevant. "You may have to stand for more than that. Look here, I'm going to take these bandages off and put on some fresh ones. I want you to see what somebody in your crowd did to me." He quickly removed the bandages, showing that his neck and chin had been scalded and was rather an un pleasant spectacle. "What do you think of that?" he demanded. "If I'm marked for life, I'll never let up until the fellow who did it is punished a hm'ldred times worse!" CHAPTER XII. THE CRY IN THE NIGHT. "Did it ever occur to you," asked Brad, "that you were wholly to blame for this? You were trying to break into our camp. You smashed the window. Then you stood there with a pistol in your hand, threatening to shoot. vVhy, stranger, if you'd been out in the Pecos country, somebody would have plugged you for fair. Instead of being scalded, you'd be planted about now. You want to it that you got off a whole lot easy. By the looks of your face, I should say that, with proper care, the cuticle would grow again, and there would be no 11;arks., Although you were scalded, the water wasn't hot enough to kill the skin and make grafting necessary. what you want to do is to cover that with a good bandage and exclude the air as far as possible for a few days. If you could use antiphlogistine, it would be all right in a week." "Are you a doctor?" scornfully demanded Sturte vant. "Out in th Pecos country about every cowman is something of doctor. They have to be." Sturtevant turned away, shrugging his shoulders. He produced a surgeon's bandage roll, and called Flut terby to assist him. With Oscar's aid, the bandages were once more applied. The sound of rain could be heard beating steadily on the roof and the snow outside. It seemed that the "January thaw" had set in, beyond doubt. Buckhart seemed to watch and listen with serene contentment while the boys of Twin Camps played and sang. Finally the guitar and banjo were put a s ide, and five of the boys gathered about the table, starting a game of draw poker, penny ante and five cents limit. Flutterby was asked to join them, but he shook his head. "You fellowth play too thteep for me," he said. "I'll jutht take another pack and have a game of tholitaire all by mythelf."


TTl' TOP \VEEI'-LY. "IIeres \\here I turn in,"' muttered the Texan. And proce:cde

TIP TOP WEEKLY. IS Buckhart stood up suddenly. The boy who had en tered deliberately advanced toward Brad. On reaching the Texan, he quickly produced a knife, and, with two slashes, freed the captive's hands. "Here! here! shouted Sturtevant. '"What are you doing, Dave? \i\That do you mean?'" "I mean business!" was the answer, as the knife was thrust from view and a pistol took its place in the boy's hand. With his left hand he flung off the rain-soaked hat. It was not Dave Crabtree who stood before the boys of Twin Camps. It was Dick Merriwell CHAPTER XIII. THE 'RETURN. Never in their lives had those boys been more aston ished. They stared at Dick as if doubting the evidence of their 1eyes. Merriwell wasted no time. "I should hate to hurt any of you," said; "but I mean business. If you keep still, I won't shoot." He started for the door, Buckhart promptly accom panying him. Brad went out first, Dick turning, with the pistol still held ready, and backing out after him. Slam !-the door was closed. For several seconds after the departure of Merri well and the rescued captive those boys stood as if turned to stone. Oscar Flutterby was the first to speak. "Gwathuth thaketh !" he lisped. Mortimer Sturtevant sprang into action, as if spurred. "\IV.here's Crabtree?" he shouted. "\Vhat did Mer ri well do to him?" "Fooled! Tricked! Sold!" snarled Win Baker. "We're a lot of chumps!" Then there was a great uproar. They seized weapons and dashed to the door, which was flung open. The light that shone from within the cabin simply seemed to make the darkness beyond its reach more black and intense. Outside they could discover no living thing. Mortimer Sturtevant stepped out, lifted the muzzle of his rifle toward the tree tops and began working the lever. In this manner he fired six shots rapidly. "That ought to bring Seboois Joe in a hurry, he said. "Look out!" cried one of his companions. "\Vho' s this? Somebody s coming!" A dripping figure stalked into the light, and wa5 recognized a moment later. "Crabtree!" they cried. It was Crabtree, minus the raincoat and slouch hat. "vVhat happened to you? Where have you been?" questioned every fellow, all seeming to speak at the same time. "Heaven knows what happened to me!" mumble Crabtree. "It was darker than a pocket. I was feel ing my way along when something struck me on the jaw, and I give you my word I was down and out in a twinkling. I wish you'd tell me what it was. Where's my coat? Where's my hat?" "I'll tell you what it was!" snarled Sturtevant. "It was Dick Merriwell's fist! He was watching for one of us out there. He must have soaked you handsomely, if you don't know what happened. Why, he took your coat and hat and walked right in here, cut the other fellow loose, pulled a pistol on us and walked out." "The you say?" muttered Crabtree, as if un able to believe it possible. "Where are they now?" "Where are they? Why, they're gone. Who can follow them in this darkness and storm? Where's that fool guide? Where's Seboois Joe? He was tricked, too! I'll bet my life the cries we heard came from Merriwell's lips." A few moments later Seboois Joe appeared. He asked to know the meaning of the shooting, and when they told him what had happened he swore with as tounding fluency. "What are you going to do?" cried Sturtevant. "It's a rotten shame to be tricked like this! I can't stand it to have those fellows get the best of me right along!" "How boy find him way through woods to-night Joe not know," confessed the half-blood. "He big fool to try it. Mebbe now he git lost with other one, too. Serve um right. They not git far yet. Mebbe Joe find um. He look-see some." "That's right," urged Sturtevant. "You know there are catamounts in these woods. If you shot at a cata mount and hit a boy by accident no one could blame you." "All right," said the breed. "Joe go look for cata mount." Once more he glided away and disappeared in the deep darkness. * * * Needless to say, Gardner and Tubbs waited anx iously and apprehensively for Dick to return. He had set out alone on his seemingly hopeless mission, refusing to permit either of them to accompany him.


:>. :Ji.i;, lit pa s sed, and the hours were creep mg on reminded Dick. "It was another J oe---olcl Joe Cro\Y-LmarJ daybreak. foot." -\t intervals the boys opened the cabin door and "Crowfoot has a right to be a whole lot proud of Lstened. The monotonous sound of falling his pupil," asserted Brad, who was stripping off his rain met their ears, heavy as lead. wet clothes "\iVhat's that I smell, Gardner?" But finally, as they once more stood hopelessly !is'Coffee," said Earl. "The last of the little supply in the doorway, a distant shout caused them I found. \Ve kept it on the stove, thinking you'd need bo1h to jump excitedly. it if you ever did turn up." Ins t antly they lifted their voices in answer. "Gardner, you're sprouting wings! Gardner, you're "Dick!" cried Gardner. "Dick, this way! Here we an angel! Hot coffee! I won't do a thing to it!" ci.re Here's the camp!" "Let me pour it!" fluttered Obediah, anxious to do "Yi! yi yi Whoop! whoopee!" something. It was the familiar cowboy yell of Brad Buckhart. "Pour away and pour mighty lively!" "\Yell, dern my picter !" squealed Obediah Tubbs A drink of steaming coffee, a rubdown and some dry "\ Vha t do you think of that? It's Brad!" clothes made both Brad and Dick feel decidedly better. "Brad?" echoed Gardner. "That's right! But Then they told their stories, Buckhart beginning by rewhere 'is Dick?" lating the adventures that had befallen him. Mern-"He's right here, you bet your boots!" s houted the well finished the narrative as he described how he had Texan. "Richard Merriwell is very much on deck tofound Twin Camps and lured Seboois Joe out into night!" the darkness by decoy cries. Soon the two boys appeared and were greeted up-"I was on the point of walking in, pistole in hand, roariously by their overjoyed fri ends. and facing that bunch," said Dick, "when another chap "\Veil, say, this is great!" laughed Gardner. "Tell trotted out. I saw him coming when he opened the us about it!" / door. It was a great piece of luck that he walked "Boo, ho o !" sobbed Tubbs, tears streaming down straight toward me. I stepped behind a tree and his face. "I neYer was so tickled in all my life!" waited. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkThe fat boy embraced Dick and Brad, and then did ness, yet I could barely see him as he paused within an elephantine dance around the table. two feet of me. I calculated about where his head "I admit rm some tired," said the Texan. "That would be and gave him the full force of my arm and certain was the wor s t old tramp I e1'er took." shoulder. vVhen I struck him he went clown like a log-, "But tell us about it-tell us ab o ut it!" urged Gardand 1 realiz ed he was knocked out. Then another id ea ner. "Great Scott, we're dying to know what hapcame to me. I pulled off his raincoat and put it on. pened !" I took his h a t and settled it well clmvn over my eyes. 'Tm glad you've got a good fire,"' said the Texan. Then I walked in, and those c-haps thought it was the 'Tm plumb soaked through to the bone. Brr-r-r-r-r other fellow. I knew the on I'd hit would come It certain is raining some! If this keeps up, old Mooseround pretty s oon, so I didn't waste any tir!1e." head will overflow, and the whole woods will turn to a "I s ure would so remark," chuckled the Texan. lake. Excuse me while I amputate my clothing. Got "He just waltzed up to me, cut me loose, pulled a small another dry outfit round this dugout?" gun, and held those fellows frozen while we toddled "Yes, we both need dry: clothes ," said Dick. "If it had taken another hour to get here, my matches would have been used up. Talk about your babes in the woods! You should have seen us s.topping every little while and hovering over the match-safe while I lighted one, and we examined the compass." "No compass could have brought me here without Dick," confe ssed the boy from Texas. "That's where his Injun training came into play. I'll bet a bunch of long-horns that old Seboois Joe can't set a straight course through these woods to-night.'' "But I didn't get my training from Seboois Joe," out. That's about the whole of it. Here we are." "There's only one thing I'm sorry about," said Dick. "\iVhaf s that?" questioned Earl. "SturteYant got my moose. I want that head." "Pard, \Ye.II take it!" cried the Texan. "As soon as this rain lets up, the troops of Fort Piper will march on Twin Camps." "\\'e"ll talk that matter over," said Dick "Yo u know strategy is superior to force sometimes." "Well, if I didn "t know it before, I ought to after this night's vvork," admitted Brad.


CHAPTER XIV. RECAPTURING THE HEAD OF THE MOOSE. All through the next day it continued to rain stead ily. Beneath this downpour the snow settled into a water-soaked mass. "\Ve"re in for i t, boys," said Dick. "We'll have to go light on the provisions that are short. There's no telling when Zeb Piper will get here now." "It galls me some," muttered Buckhart. "that we"re plumb out of coffee! Are you sure you used the last of it for that potful you brewed us l as t night, Gard ner?" "Sure," answered Earl. "It's all gone now." "By Jim!" chuckled Tubbs, "we might go ove r and borrow some from ou r friends at Twin Camps!., "You'll have to swim if you clo," said Earl. "There'll be no getting around in the woods until it turns cold." "How long does a January thaw la st i n Maine?" questioned Dick. "Someti1nes a week, sometimes two weeks," answered Earl. "That certain is a bright prospect!" came dolefully from Buckhart. "Don't she e\er let up unr\er a week?"' "Oh1 yes, sometimes. There's no telling what it will do." "Can't you give us any h ope, Dick?" asked Brad. Merriwell went to the door, which he opened, standing there and looking out for some time. "Yes," he laughed, "at last I'm going to chance a prophecy. It's about clone raining. It will turn cold before to-morrow morning." "Look here, pard, a r e you just guessing, or ha,e you something to base thaf assertion on?" "I'm basing i t on my own judgment," said Dick. His judgmen.t proYecl good, for, as night came on, the rain gradually let up. The wind swung round to the south, and then came into the west, growing colder as it shift ed. "If she snaps up sudden," said Brad, "we'll be able to go skating right outside the door to-morrow."' In the night they heard the wind roaring through the trees and the temperature inside the camp told them it was in tense l y cold. \ Vhen morning bro'.-:c they found the snow outside frozen hard enough to bear the wei ght of a man a ny,:here. "I wonder how the o l d lake looks?" speculated Earl. "We'll go o.ncl see aftnr breakfast," s1.d Dick. Dreakfast disposed of and the dishes \\"Jshc:l, t'.1ey started out, heading for the lak e, which was nearly a r r I' J L, .. \. quarter of a mik away. On the shore, they uttered a chorus of exclamations, for old Moosehead stretched out before them a broad shining mass of white ic e "Piper will ha,e to come up o n his skates, if h e comes nO'w," laughed Dic k. "Skates?" cried Gardner. "By Jove, why didn't I think of them before? Fellows, there are two pairs of skates at camp." Well, you're a dandy!" excla im ed Dick. "Back I go for those s kates. Boys, we can skate almost any \vhere through these woods. The crust of thi s snO\\' i-> hard enough and smooth eno u g h for that." "Gardner says there are only two pair, reminded Tubbs. "Those are enough fo r Dick an cl me," langhed E 1 ?" B r a d. \Vhat do you say, 'ar "Oh I'm willinrr that you should trv fr:cm first, an-' b swered Gardner good-naturedly. "Yo'-! can't skate for-ever; I'll get my turn." On returning to camp and tryingthe sk;; tcs, the boys found to their satisfacti on that the crust really was in such condition tha t they coul d skate almost any \\'here through the woods. "I haYe a little s cheme, Brad," said Dick. "\Ve'll take our rifles and the tote-s led. \Ve're going eyer in the direction of Twin Camps. There's a m oose over there." "Good !'' laughed the Texan. "Tf we eyer rret' our hanU.s on the moose, Mr. Sturte,ant can say 0 good -by to it." Sorne\\'hat o.-er an hour later they cautiously ap proached 'i\Yin Camps. As they drew near, they saw one of the canpers passing from one cabin to the oth er, but no:1c d Sturte,ant's party remained outsi de. "Kee;_) yo u r <')"CS open for that half-breed!" muttered Dick. guardedly. "He's the one we s-houlcl fear 111ost, for h e m:g-ht shoot at us. The others wouldn't." N ea!er a:1d nearer they drew, corning up behind one of the caiJins. They were on ly a fev rorls : : ,., hen Di:\'s keen eyes discove:-etl s sic-; enc\:J from fae strong limb of a tree. fo3tantly he reac:iccl out and clutched Drac:'s shoulder. "Lee! there!" he said. "ith a. :1;s face ceam i,1g wilh delight. "Ly )'w<:'. they\(' t' e rnnose and hung itc; head th ere to freeze! Sturtevan c i ntends to that h ead mountecl. Tliat"s z.11 we '.v,,:.: now. Let the.11 h ave the ca: ::::iss.'" "Jt:st as you say, pard. Tf '"' c

22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. They were most successful in carrying out this plan, and in a short time the head of the moose was on the tote-sled, where Dick bound it securely. They started off slowly, but the loaded sled made a slight scraping noise on the icy crust. It is probable that this noise was heard inside the nearest cabin, for they were barely under way when the back door opened and a boy looked out. Instantly this fellow raised an outcry, shouting to his companions : "Come here, boys !" he cried. "Look at this! By George, they're stealing the moose's head!" "Stealing it!" Merriwell flung over his shou lder de risively. "Oh, yes, we're stealing our own property!" The outcry brought several other boys of Twin Camps hurrying forth, an

TIP TO? \\'EEKL Y. boy! I want you! I'll show th::tt mocking felknv, Gardner, that I'm a foherrnan !" Hanel over hand he pulled at the dripping line, the fish coming heavily and making something of a fight for liie. At last Tubbs gaye a final pull and landed a handsome "laker" flapping on the ice The fat boy nearly had a fit. "\\Tell, I guess you'll jest about close Mr. Gardner's face for awhile," he squeal.ct! triumphantly, attempt ing to perform a victorious dance, but suddenly slipping and sitting down with a fearful thump. After admiring his capture a\Yhilc, Obed returned to the task of cutting the second hole. \Vithin five min utes the little flag bobbed up again. This time, on seizing the line, Obed's excitement grew almost uncontrollable. He tugged and pulled, while the fish struggled and fought to get away. "Got the father of 'em all!" panted the fat boy. ':Bet I can't get him out through this hole. Jiminy crickets! won't their eyes stick out when they see this one!" Suddenly something snapped, and over he \Yent flat on his back. Sitting up, he wildly pulled away at the line, but there \vas no further resistance. Ha \0i11g pulled the line in, he found that the hook had broken clear and the big fish was gone. For at least half-a-minute he sat there looking at the broken line in a doleful manner. "Ain't that al\\'ays the way!" he muttered. "The biggest are sure to do that trick. when I tell 1 he fellers about that one, they'll say I'm prevaricating." His regret over the loss of the tish could not l>e ex pressed in words. After awmle, he baited another hook and set another line. Obediah \\'as so busy that he failed to notice a huge something which came skimming over the ice with the speed of an express-train. Finally a humming sound c aused him to look up, and he instantly uttered a yell of surprise. .,Close at hand, heading straight toward him, \\'as an ice-boat with a large expanse of s::iil. On the boat w as only one man. "Look out! look out!" piped Obediah, frantically w aving a signal. "Don't run a feller down! Don't you know nothing!" The boat swerved, cut a wide half circle, and came 11p, heading into the wind with a scraping sound, \\'hich t old that some sharp instrument was cutting into the ice as a brake. Do\\'n slid the sail. Tubbs rubbed his eyes, and stared at the m::in on the b oat. "\\'ell, dern my picter!" he gasped. "It's Piper! He's arrived at last!" Zeb Piper it proved to be. Having stopped the boat a short distance away, the guide called Obediah to a s sist him in running it into a little cove. "Couldn't swing in thar under full headway," ex plained Piper. "If I had, she'd climb a tree. How's everything?" "All right, I guess," answered the fat boy, "only we're plumb out of coffee." ''I've brought plenty of coffee and other stuff," was the assuranr:e. "Say, I just come up from Greenville a-flying on this arrangement. Didn't have no use for snow-shoes after the freeze It was a case of skates or ice-bo't, and a friend let me have this bo't. Thought you boys might enjoy her. Catching any fish?'' "Be I?" grinned Obediah. "Well, you bet I am! Got five good fellers already." "Where are the other boys, at camp?" Tubbs explained, briefly telling of th". trouble wi1 h the Twin Camps crowd. Piper took a chew of tobacco and rolled it over his tongue. "So old Sturtevant's snip of a brat has been bother ing you, hey? Stole Merriwell's moose, cl id he? \Yell, r guess we'll put a stop to this bu s iness right away!" "What's been keepin' ye so long?" "Got into a little rumpus \vith an old enemy down to Greenville. liad a fight with him, knocked the stuf fin' out of him, and got locl,ecl up and fined. The feller was one of Sturtevant's bos5es last year. Tried to order me round. \\'ell, \\hen they order Zeb Piper round, they've got to have more authority than old Sturtevant can give!" Thus it happened that when Dick and Brad returned with the recaptured head of the moose they found 'Piper at camp. He C0!1gratulated them on recover ing the head, but expressed regret that they had not secured the entire animal. "Don't you let that snip, Sturtevant, give you no bluff, boys." said the guide. "He ain't got no rig1:t to order you off. His father's timber land don't orun none south of Twin Camps. Them cabins is on the south limit of his territory. \\'hen he comes down here and gits he's off his bounds." "I'm glad to know that," said Dick. "Are you sure about it?" "Dead sartin. You kin bank on it. Furder than that, old Sturte,ant is goin' to h;:ive his troubles right

TIP TOP W::::::EKL Y. Company they're going to push their business through Two or three of them was down to Green ville. They was mighty busy, I tell you. I'll have so mething to say to young Sturtevant the fust time I see him." During the remainder of the day the boys had sp ort with the ice-boat, which Dick managed with the skill o f an expert. It was great fun skimming; over the frozen surface of the lake at hair-lifting speed. At times the windward runner would rise high from the ice and the sen s ation was like that of flying through the air. The cold wind cut their faces and hummed past their ears. Beneath them the glassy ice seemed shooting backward with dizzying speed. One trip like this proved to be enough for Obediah. On getting off sa fely, he announced that he had fo und it neces s ary to keep his teeth shut all the time in order t o hold his heart in his mouth. "The dratted thing kept jumpin' jest like a frog," gulped the fat boy. "Thought I was goin' to lose it sure. No, siree, can't git me onto that ice-bo't ag'in !" Late in the afternoon, af te r ca s ting a dis c o nt e nted eye heavenward and seeming to make a general esti mati o n of weather conditi o ns, Piper a nn o u n c e d in a dis pleased manner that things were beginning to "sof ten up" ag a in and snow might fall. "You boys that like ice-bo'tin' better put in all you kin of it to-day," he said. "No knowing but we'll have a ripsnorter of an old storm to-morrer. Any how, I think there's goin' t o be snow." "Well, say," Buckhart, "this yere shifting weather f Maine in January just about keeps a galoot guessing! \i\That do you say, pard; shali we take one las t cruise to-night?" "Come on," cried Dick; "we'll take a good one while we're about it." "Git back by dark, boys," urged Piper. "If you don't, you may not be able to find the camp." They crossed to the ec: stern side of the lake on the ice-b o at, and then bore away to the north. The pleasure was so great an d their enjoyment of it so intense that neither noticed passing time or threaten ing weather conditions. Finally, a s they were returning a snows quall came suddenly upon them and enfolded them in a whirling mass of white. This squall passed, but it was followed by other s In the midst of one of these thick snow flurries b oth lads were startled and filled with wonderment by hearing a strange, wailing shriek that came from some un certain point on the surface of the great lake. Buck hart, stretched well out on the windward runner, which had lifted clear of the ice, turned his head inquir;ngly toward Dick, but no words passed between them. Again that terrible blood-ohilling shriek smote their ears, and suddenly, directly before them a huge, mon strous shape lomed dimly in the driving storm. It looked like a juggernaut of death, belching smoke and shrieking wildly as its spiked driving wheels revolved grinding-ly over the ice. It was a locomotive! But the sight of such a thing there on the surface of the lake, far from any railroad, seamed like a hallucination of a disordered brain. Quick as thought, Dick shifted the rudder slightly The ice-boat swerved in a twinkling, and they shot past the grim monster, barely averting a collision. On they went, and wl:J.en they turned to look back a moment later, the strange black slil.ape had vanished in the storm. CHAPTER XVI. TIMBER WOLVES-A RACE FOR LIFE. There were a d o zen snow flurries ere nightfall, but in them all less than an inch of snow actually fell, and this the driving wind swept from the ice or piled up in long reefs where there were cracks or rough places. On the following morning Mortimer Sturtevant surveyed the surface of the lake with a show of satisfac tion. Oscar Flutterby and Dave Crabtree were with him. ,"The skating isn't spoiled by any means," said Mor timer. "By avoiding those snow reefs, we can go almost anywhere we like I'm going up North Carry way to-day. I'm going to find out if my suspici o n s are right. I swear I saw the thing between two o f those snow flurries last night." "But it can't be possible, Mortimer," said Crabtree. "How could they run a l o comotive across the lake?"' "Oh, I know they plarn}ed to do so. They fitted spiked rims on the driving wheels. The spikes would bite into the ice, and there some arrangement by which they could guide the thing. That's the way they expected to get that locomotive up to the head 9f the lake. Father thought it was a crazy scheme, but I be lieve they've carried it through. Anyhow I'm going to find out." "That'th wight, Mortimer," lisped Flutterby. "I don't blame you one bit, d e ah boy. The idea of any body twying to build a wailwoad up there in the woodth It'th thimply ridiculouth." "It's not so ridicul o us if they can succeed in building the road. The old man s ays it will hurt him, and he's


TIP TOP WEEKLY. done everythi.ng he could to stop it. You're a good skater Oscar. It's one of your particular accomplish ments. I'll take yo u with me." "All wight, deah b oy," said F i... <'f, highly pleased. "I thall conthider it a gweat pleathure, I at hure you." It was n ea r noon, however when Sturtevant and Flutterby se t out, their1 c o mpanions cheering them as they skated away. The afternoon was fully half spent when they reached the h ead of the lake, and Sturtevant expressed regret that they would ha ve so lit tle time for inve st i gation if the y were to return to camp before nightfall. Not a trace of the l o com otive did they find, although they skirted the northern shore for a long distance and finally turned up a frozen stream. On both banks of this stream the pines stood thick and tall sp readin g a gloomy s h adow along their path. Their s kate s ran g with every stroke. Finally Sturtevant stopped. "It's foolishness going atiy farther up here," he said. "They didn't bring the l ocomo ti ve this way, or we'd seen some of it s s pikes on the ice. We'll go back." "I think we'd b ette r, Mortimer," said' 0 car;. "Didn't you hear that thtwange thound a thort time ago?" "No. \tVhatwas it ?" "I don t know, but it thounded th o m ething like a dawg barking. Ah! there it ith a gai n! Sturte vant started a bit and betrayed sig n s of alarm. "That was a timber wolf," he sa id. "We'd better get o ut onto the ope n lake. Great Scott! there s an other one, and the creature isn t far off! He seems to be further down the stream. Come on, Oscar, and hit it up live l y!" Da shing down the stream, they went swinging round a curve, and Flutterby utt ered an e x clamation, calling attenti on to a grayish s hape that was flitting along the snow-bank, keeping abreas t of them. "It's a wolf, so help me!" cried Sturtevant. "Hear that h owl! Heavens, Osc i r, h e's callin g his mates! Their bl ood ran cold in their veins for they had heard o f the occasional savageness of the gray wolve s of the Grea t North \i\Toods. At tim es, when driven to despai r by hunger. the se creatures in packs and do not he sitate to attack human beings. Glancing appre h ensively to the right and left, Stur t evant soo n di s covered another gray shape that was speeding a l ong on the oppo s ite bank a l so keeping up v.-i:h them. And now behind them, from various parts of the forest, both near and far, came the barking h owls of many wolves. "Oh, deah oh, deah half sobbed Flutterby. "I'm thure we'll be ca wt! I know we'll be eaten up by the horwid thingth I with I hadn't come "Save your breath, yo u fool!" advised Sturtevant. "You 'll need it! Faster, Oscar-fast e r !" "I'm thkati i 1g jutht ath fatht ath I can!" panted Flut terby. Suddenly, as if by a well understood signal, the wolves on either bank darted out onto the ice. SturteYant ye lled t o F1utterby, urging him on, and the tw o boys barely succeeded in shooting ahead of th e crea tures as they closed in. One of the wo l ves leaped at Sturtevant, who darted aside at precisely the ri g ht in stant. A snarl of disappointment came from the ani mal as it missed its intended v:ictim. "Watch out, Oscar!" warned Morti mer. "\i\Th en they spri n g at you dodge! They have t o run stra ight a h ead on the ice. Can't turn quickly." He gla nced back and found to his dismay that there were three wolves, another having joined the first two. With lolling tongues and g leaming eyes, the fierce ani mals came on in pursuit. \i\Thy didn't we brii1g weapons?" th ought Sturte vant. "What fools we were!" He was badly frightened himself, and he knew Flut t e rby must be in a pit iful condition. Still the fear of death spurred Oscar on, and he skated as never be fore in all his life. Finally they swept round a curve, and saw before them, with unt o ld relief the gray surface of the open lake. "Mortimer! called a weak voice; "Mortimer, deah boy. I'm all in! I'm go ne! Good-by! Tell the fel l owt h ho w I died "Hit it up! hit it up! shouted Sturtevant. "Here's the lake!" Fluttcrby made one last desperate struggle. The y flashed out on the open lake with the three wolves still clin g in g close to their heels. "Curse the beasts!" panted Sturtevant. "I thought they'd quit it!" Then h e gave a shout, for, clo se at hand and bearing d own up o n them, came an ice-boat, upon which were t wo boys. The lads on the boat shouted at them. A t this moment F1utterby caught a s kate i n a shelly piece of ice and went sprawling and s liding along the s hining surface.


26 'fIP TOP WEEKLY. A rifle cracked, and one of the three wolves whirled ove r and over a dozen times, shot fairly through the body. Immediately the other two turned tail and made for the sho re. It was Brad Buckhart who had fired, and he pro ceeded t o send several more shots after the retreating animals, although only t h e first bullet proved effective. The wolves disappeared. and tl:ie ice-boat swerved on its course, coming round with a scraping so und as it handed into the wind and drew near Flutterby, who was sitting up dazedly, both hands clasped to his head "Hello, Sturte\'ant called Merri well. Apparent ly you've been having some excitement." "I should say we had!" gasped Mortimer. :.\Ierriwell, T'm glad you fellows showed up! It's a mighty lucky thing for Flutterby, anyhow Think I I i Abouhe T: T w kl I Ip op ee y >>a receive hundreds of letters every week from readers a8:.Cing i f we can supply the early nllmbers of Tip Top containI ing Frank's adventures. Io every case we are obliged to reply that numbers l to SOO ar<'I entirely out of print. We would like to call the attention of our readers to the fact that the Frank Stories now being published in book I form in the Medal are i:clu,ive of these early numbers. The first book to appear was No. 150 entitled .. FrankMerriwell's loJ Schooldays." We give herewith a c:>mplete list of all the stories that have been published in book form up to the time of writing. W e will , be glad to send a fine colored cover catalogue of the Medal Library which is just filled with good things for boys, upon rt!ce1pt of a one-cent stamp to cover postage. The Price of The Merrlwell Books is Ten Cents per Copy. A t all Newsdealers Frank Merrlwell at Yale. Medal No 205. lOc. Frank Merriwell Down South. Medal No. 189. lOc. Merriwell in Camp. Medal No. 258. lOc. Frank Merriwell in England. Medal No. 340. lOc. Frank Merriwell in Europe. Medal No 201. lOc. 1'il Frank Merriwell in Maine. Medal No. 276. lOc. Frank Merriwell on the Road. Medal No. 300. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Athletes. Medal No. 233. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Bicycle Tour. Medal No 217. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Book ot Physical Development. Diamond Hand-Book No. 6. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Bravery. Medal No. 193. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Champion s Medal No. 240. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Chase. Medal No. 271. lOc. Merriwell' s Chums. Medill No 167. lOc. Frank Merriwell's College Chums. Medal No. 312. lOc. !"rank Merriwell's Cou r age. Medal No. 225. lOc. Merriwell's Cruise. Medal No. 267. lOc. P'rank Merriwoll's Danger. Medal No. 251. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Daring. Medal No. 229. lOc. I'rank Merriwell's Fame. Medal No. 308. lOc. Fran]{ Merriwell's First Job. Medal No. 284. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Foes. Medal No. 178. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Fortune. Medal No. 320. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Great Scheme. Meda l No. 336. lOc Frank Merrill'ell's Hard Lutk. Medal No. 292. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Hunting Tour. Medal No. l 97. lOc. Prank Merriwelrs Loy<y. Meda l No. 254. 10c. Frank Merriwell's New Comedian. Medal No. 324. lOc. F'rank Merriwell's Opportunity. Meda l No. 288. lOc .., Frank Merriwell's Own Company. Medal No. 304. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Problem. Medal No 316 lOc Frank Me rriwell's Pro,perity. Meda l No: 328: loc: J<'rar.k Merrlwell's Pro t ege. Medal No. 296. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Races. Me dal No. 213. lOc. Frnnk Merrlwell" Return to Yale. Medal No. 244. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's School-Days. Medal No. 1150. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Secret. Medal No. 247. lOc. Merrlwell's Skill. Medal No. 237. lOc. t; Frank Merriwell's Sports Afield Medal No. 209. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Stage H!t. Medal No. 332. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Stru ggle. l\!edal No. 280. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Trip West. Medal No 184. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Vacation. Medal No. 262. lOc. c ould have dodged the creatures out here but he was dow n." Realizing he was safe at last, Oscar Flutterby burst int o tears. "I'm going wight home!" h e sobbed. "I don't like it one bit up here in theth horwid wood th!" "That's a good idea ," sa id Buckhart. "Hike home to marmer, baby. Hold her, Dick, while I get my wolf." "\\' c'll take you fellows on," think we can carry you, all right. well pumped out by this time." said Merriwell. "I You must be pretty Sturtevant skated over to the ice-boat and paused. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, but finally he said : "Merriwell, you're all right, and I suppose I've been all wrong. I'm sorry. You can have the rest of that mo ose, or any old thing you wa1tt that I possess." "\Vell, now that's rather decent," smiled Dick. "Gi ve us your hand, Sturtevant. We'll bury the ha tchet." They shook hands. THE.END. The Next Number < 510) Will Contain DICK MERRIWELL'S POLO TEAM; OR, The Rattl"-s of the Roller Rink. Friends and Enemies-Trouble in the Polo League-Winchester Presents His New Team-Dick Disposes of a Masher-Forced to Fight-The Encounter-The Arrival at Rockland-Dick's Su.spicions-Theo Great Augustus P.-Nabbed by the Police-The Truth of the C rooke d Business-Winchester Makes the Truth Known-Not at all Satisfactory-A Game Worth Winning. Beware of cheap imitations of the Tip Top Weekly. f9rank and Dick Merriwell and their friends appear only in the pages of Tip Top. BURT L. STANDaSH writes exclus ively for Tip Top and has been the author of the and Merriwell stories for over nine years.


TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK, January 13, 1906. TBRM5 TO TIP TOP WBBKLY MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (Postall"e Free.) Slnirle Coples or Back Numbers, Sc. Bach. 3 months .................... 65c. I One ......................... $2.50 4 months....................... 85r.. 2 copies one yeai ...... _____ _. 4.00 6 months ....................... $1.25 1 copy two years .............. 4.00 How to Send :Money-By post-office or express money order, registered letter, bank check or draft, at our risk. At your own risk if sent by currency, coin, or postage stamps in orrlinary letter. Rece.il'ts-Receipt of your remittance is acknowledged by proper change ot number on your label. If not correct you have not been properly credited, and should let us know at once. STREET & SMITH'S TIP TOP WEEKLY, 19-89 Seventh Avenue, New York City. T I P TOP ROLL OF HONOR. Following the suggestion of Mr. Burt L. Standish, that appeared in his letter to Tip Top readers in No. 480, the following loyal Tip Toppers have won for themselves a place on our Honor Roll for their efforts to increase the circulation of the King of Weeklies. Get in line boys and girls and strive to have your name at the head of the list. William Alkire, 295 Laurel St., Bridgeton, N. J. z T. Layfield, Jr., Montgomery, Ala. J. G. Byrum, Chattanoga, Tenn. Wm. Schwartz, New York City. J:ldw. W. Pritner, Curelsville, Pa. H. D. Morgan, Indianapolis, Ind. \Vm. A. Cottrell, Honolulu, H. I. J. (Pop) H Birmingham, Ala. Roy R. Ball, 902 Olive Street, Texarkana Fred F. Blake, 1512 E. 10 St., Kansas City, Mo. The names of other enthusiastic Tip Toppers will be added from time to time. Send in the result of your efforts to push the circula tion of your favorite weekly and win a place on the Roll of Honor. APPLAUSE. O wing to the number of letters received, the editors of Tip Top c a n not undertake to secure their publication under six weeks. Those who contribute to this department must not expect to see them before t hat time. I have read TIP ToP for a long time, and am doing my best to increase its circulation among Canadian boys. Please sen d me a TIP ToP catalogue whether you publish this letter or not. Will you plea se answer the following question: Does Dick Merr i well appear in No. I of TIP ToP? If not, what is the first number in which we hear of him? I would like to exchange Canadian souvenir postal cards with any readers who will send me one. Wishing sucess to the king of weeklies, I am, yours truly, Chatham, Ontario, Canada. NORMAN SHERWOOD. Dick Merriwell does not appear in the stories till the issue No 275; but it is impossible to furnish you with a copy, as all m!mbers of the TIP TOP WEEKLY from No. I to 304 are out of p r i nt. Our hearts are filled w ith sadness and despair, Life seems a cheerless void, for where art thou, 0 Cap'n Wiley, source of marvels? How We miss your anecdotes beyond compare, Those fascinating tales that banished care And placed immortal fame upon thy brow. Their like was never known before. I vow, So wondrously outre, bizarre and rare. We miss you, Cap'n Wiley. Won't you plea se Return once more, 0 raconteur of fame, Beside whose yarns those of Munchau se n tame, Before whose badinage all ennui flees? Pray heed our plea, 0 soul adventuresome, A royal welcome waits you. Cap'n, come. New York City. .\RcHER. Such a touching appeal should bring Cap'n Wiley b ack to de light his readers with more of his wonderful yarns. I see very few letters in Applause from this city, although there are lot s of readers of that book, which is rightly namtd TIP ToP. About one year ago a friend stopped at the news-depot r.rrl bought a copy before calling in the evening, showed it l'J and praised it so highly that I finally agreed to read it: did ;o, and thought so well of it that I began to buy back number s At present have all numbers from 1 to date, also lot of dltplicates. If any of TIP ToP readers want back numbers, they can ge t them by writing to me. Hoping this may not reach you o n a cool morning, when you are in need of kindling to start a fire, with regards to Mr. Standish a nd Street & Smith, I am, yours truly, Miss DORA DEMAR. Bridgeton, N. J. Vvhen your letter reached us the fire had been started. so it failed to be put to the use you dreaded. In any case, it would be saved from such a fate, as we were too anxious to have it for the Applause column. One night, while s le eping, I dreamed a dream so sweet. I thought that all my schoo lmate s Again I did meet. The first young college mate To grasp me by the hand Was that young athle te Frank Merriwell so grand. The second, Bart Hodge, The hot-headed lad Who, a long time ago, Turned to good from bad. Then came Bruce Browning, The big, lazy youth, Who than do a bit of work Would rather lose a tooth. Then I saw Frank's friendsI could not name them all. We chatted some time About baseball. And the next morning, When I was l ooking over my post, I came across my TIP ToP, The weekly I love the most. And I read about Dick, A dandy and a swell; But he'll never come up To our hero, Frank Merriwell. Please send me a catalogue of TIP ToP Yours truly, Stamford, Tex. ]ACK LEE. We will se nd you a catalogue in the course of a few days. Allow me, if I am that much in luck to have thi!' '!sca pe the waste-basket, to exJ1lress my views of TIP ToP. In the first


TIP TOP WEEKLY. place, the name could not be improved by a change Second; the author will never be replaced by a better one. Frank and Dick are models for any "true Tip Topper." Hoping the waste basket is out of reach, I wish luck to Burt L. and all concerned in TIP ToP, SEWARD. Seward, Neb. All TIP ToP readers have taken Frank and Dick as models because they represent the true manly soirit of our American youth. I have been a reader of the world-renowned TIP Toe for two years and a half, during which time I have found many an hour well spent in reading. The characters are fine, and they can't be beaten. I like the old flock the best, as I have read a great many issues that tell all about them. I have read every Medal Library printed of Frank Mertiwell, also a number of other weekly publications, but I have given them up for the old reliable TIP ToP. A little over nine years in existence, I have missed six years <'lnd a half of the best reading I can think of. Frank, Bart, Bruce, Dick, Smart, and Flint are my favorites Hoping this will miss the waste-basket, as this is the first letter I have written, I will get-the TIP ToP every week, if I have to borrow !1)ney to get it with Remaining a loyaL Tip Topper, H. J. WHITTALL. Philadelphia, Pa. The Quaker City has always been one of the strongholds of TIP ToP, and here is a letter proving that Frank and Dick have another stanch friend among Philadelphia readers. I have been a constant reader of king of weeklies for about two years. I have never seen a letter from here, so I made up my mind a dozen times that I would give my opinion of your paper. I have started many a letter, but have never finished one yel X ou Americans think that you own Frank. I think we have as good a claim on him. He is all right, from his feet upward. Did Frank ever make a trip to Eastern Ontario? I wish he would. We would give him just as royal a welcome as we gave Sir Wilfred Laurier. I live about fifteen miles northwes t of Brock--ville, on the St. Lawrence, right in t11e daisy county of Ontario I would gladly change picture post-cards with any one. I remain, yours to the last, "AN ATHENIAN BoY." P. 0. Box 5o6I, Athens, Ontario. vVe have no 'doubts about your ability to give Frank a royal reception when he visits your part of Canada. And he will be so glad to see you, too. Frank likes Canadians, and he has a large number of friends among them. We will tell Frank how anxious you are to see him. I have read TIP ToP for about three years, and though I can't be termed a veteran reader now, I expect to be some day. Of the characters of TIP ToP, I like Brad the best, with Dick a close second. Methinks I'd like to gather up The hours, of other days, Or take TIP ToPS from the shelf, And o'er their pages gaze. To hear Frank's well-remembehd voice, In simple, playful jest; His sober talk and gentle waysAh 'twoul

TIP TOP WEEKLY. appeals to all who like a hearty laugh to help lighten the cares of every-day life. It surely is the only proper reading-matter for the thoughtful American boys and girls. I would be pleased to exchange souvenir card views with T1r To:r readers, and will send the best to be had of Allegheny and Pittsburg. Heres wishing long life to Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith, and all the crew of the good old ship, TIP ToP, GEORGE B WELSH. 9-!8 North Avenue, Allegheny, Pa. You have summed up the attractive features of TIP ToP very neatly. And a reader. who has bought the weekly for the last ten years deserves to have his name placed on the Roll of Honor. As I have read TIP ToP WEEKLY from No. I to date, I think it is about time I was writing a few words to let you know what I think about it. I feel as if I were going to Fardale Academy with Dick Merriwell, I am so in\crested in him. I would like to start a correspondence club, and I '' ould also like to exchange souvenir postal cards with any Tip Topper. \Vould you please send me a TIP ToP catalogue? :\ly idols are Frank, Dick, Brad, Bart, Bruce, Bob, Little "Smart" Alec, and last, but not least, Dick Starbright. Of the girls, I like Elsie, Inza, Doris, Felicia, and last, but not least, dear June. I have a sister named June, and she is the very image of what I think June Arlington is. Well, hoping this will pass the waste-basket, I will close, with three cheers for all concerned in TIP ToP, \NILL G. BECKWITH. I6o4 Staunton Avenue, Parkersburg, \V. Va. This reader from the Mountain State has a host of friends among the various characters. May you always be on good terms with them. A catalogue of our publications will be mailed you at an early date. Being an enthusiastic reader of TIP ToP since the first copy I read, which was mailed me by my brother from Tupelo, Miss .. I wish to write and express my opinion of the great weekly. If all the weeklies were like TIP TOP they would be the only fiction for the business man or boy to read, as they are short, interesting, and to the point. For instance, a boy cannot carry bound novels to his work, and when he goes home at night he generally reads about a dozen or two pages and puts it away for the next time; this keeps him from reading other books or stories when he wants to, while TIP ToP can be carried in the pocket easily. With three cheers for Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith, and TIP ToP, I remain, an ardent Tip Topper, Gordo, Ala. WILBUR ARMSTRONG. Wherever you go you will see TIP .TOPS. A copy can be folded v and put away in one's pocket. This makes it very convenient, and a reader can always have it hando when he feels like read ing, no matter where he may be. Words cannot express the feeling we have for the "king of all weeklies." Frank and Dick are splendid fellows and good models for every American boy. Of the girls appearing in the TIP ToP WEEKLY, we like June the best, and hope we will hear more of her. But, of course, Mr. Standish knows best how to manage those things. TnE Two BLONDES. Brooklyn, N. Y. The way in 'which the boys of America have taken to the TIP ToP WEEKLY ever since it first appeared shows that Frank ;,.nd Dick are indeed models of noble, inspiring manhood. I have not been buying the TrP ToP for more than a month, but my brother bought it, and I could hardly wait for him to get through. I think TIP ToP is the king of weeklies I love Frank and Inza. Inza was just the one for Frank, and I am glad he got her. I only hope Dick will get June. I have always wished that Chet Arlington would become Dick's friend, but it does not seem poss ible. However, we cannot criticize Mr. Standish a particle, as he is the king of writers. My favorites of Frank's flock are Frank, Bart, Bruce B., Harry R, Hans D., Barney M Jack R., and Jack Diamond. Of Dick's. flock, I like Dick, B:ad, Gardner, Singleton, Hal D., and Obediah Tubbs. Of the girls I like Inza, El ie, June, Doris, and Nadia, who is just the one for Brad. I was very sorry that Elsie was sick, so they could not have a double wedding. But she will soon be better, and then Bart will be happy. \Vhere is Inza, and when is she coming m the story? Has Frank been dropped out? I would like to trade postal cards if some one will. ThrPe cheers for TIP ToP, and Frank and Dick Merriwell, Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith. Hoping to see this in print, I remain, a true Tip Topper, M. BURR. 190 New York Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. All the favorite characters who appear to drop out will be brought on the scene again, from time to time, when Mr. Standish sees a fitting opportunity. Of course we cannot pre dict just what number it will be, but it is safe to say that they will appear at intervals. I take the pleasure of writing more praise of the TIP ToP WEEKLY. It has been over a year since I have written a letter saying how much I enjoy the Trt> TOP \VEEKLY. I think it is a grand idea of Mr. Standish's in enrolling the names of TrP Top readers in the back of TIP ToP each week. I have been reading the T1r Top WEEKLY since it has been published, and I am forced to say that it is getting better and more interesting each week. My folks all spend vety enjoyable evenings reading Mr. Standish's works. Now, what I wish to say is that I have no ticed in the past year that there arc lots of the readers who have not had the pleasure of reading the back numbers. Now if any of the ladies reading this interesting weekly de sire any of the back numbers, and they wish to correspond with me, they kindly write to me, and I will send such numbers as they desire, CHAS. A. SMITH. 521 Garfield Building, Chicago, Ill. TIP ToP is getting better each week, as you say. It has al ways been the best of the five-cent weeklies, but, for all that, we are introduGing features, with the purpose of making it better than ever before. I have read TIP ToP for eight years, along with m a ny other books by various authors, but find TIP TOP the best publication to be obtained. I will now try and dispose of the characters to every one"s satisfaction Each one has a place and fiils ii admirably. I love to read of their college days, their struggles and ri umphs, until at last success crowns their careers. I love to read of their travels in foreign countries, where thrilling adventures confront them at every turn. I am a stamp and coin collector; also will exchange souvenir cards with any one who desires it. How many of you TIP ToP readers will write to me, especially the fair sex? I will endeavor to answer all letters addressed to me. The waste-basket claimed my letters before. Hoping this one better sucess, I will close, with best wishes to Street & Smith and Burt L., remaining, CLARENCE WILSON. Joplin, Mo. It is very interesting to read about the numerous adventures of our heroes, and follow their careers from their earliest school days to the present time. It makes the best kind of reading. I have only been reading TIP ToP WEEKLY, the best of pub lications, for about four months, but I take the liberty to write to the Applause column. I think that the TIP ToP is the best book ever printed for the money, and I never begrudge the five cents I pay for it, becanse I g-et my money's worth. I like Frank, Dick, Brad, Bart, Tubbs, Darrell, Rattleton, Jolliby and the rest of their chums. I would like to see Chet Arlington become Dick's friend. I do not think he is a bad boy at heart; it is nothing but jealousy. I am in favor of starting a correspondence club between the TIP Tor readers. A button could be made, with T. T. C. C. on it, standing for Tip Top Correspondence Club. If any one wishing to exchange postal cards will send me one they will receive an answer by return mail. is the for Dick. Please forward me a catalogue. Hopmg to see this l'etter in print in a short time, and success to Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith, I am, yours, CHAS. B. TANNER. ?17 Rhode Island Avenue, N. W., Washington, D. C. A catalogue will be mailed to you in a few days. Your idea of a TrP ToP club is not a bad one. We will see what other readers have to say about the plan.


PROF. FouRMEN: My measurements are: Age, JO years; height, 4 feet 2 inches; weight, 6o pounds; chest, 25 inches; expanded, 26 inches; calves, IO inches; neck, IO inches; shoulders, i11cl cs; biceps 8 inches; reach, I9 inches; forearm, 6 inches; upper arm. 7 inches; thigh, 15 inches; waist, 24 inches; ankle, 9 inches; arm, 8 inches; wrist, S inches. I. Is boxing a good e'.c1-.: i se? 2. vVhat are my weak points? 3. How can I develop the m ? M. RYSKIND. P.rooklyn, N. Y. Boxing is always good, for eve ry muscle is brought into play. Go on with the boxing for general exercise, but use pulley weights and light dumb-bells to increase the size of the biceps and chest. PROF. FouRMEN: My measurements are: Age, I2 years 5 months; weight, iO pounds; height, 4 feet 8 inches; calves, I2 inche s ; n eck, I2 inches; shoulders, 13 inch es across; chest, 28 inc hes ; expanded, 30 inches; wrist, 6 inches; thigh, I6 inch es ; waist, 24 inches; lower arm, 8Y, inches; upper arm. 9 inches; bicf'ps, 9 inches; arm, 8 inches; reach, 24 inches; ankle, 9 inches. I. Is punching the bag a good exercise? 2. What are my weak point s ? 3. How can I develop them? I. DRANOW. Brooklyn, N. Y. Continue the bag punching for developing the arms and chest. The neck and calves are of a good size, but try to improve your chest and waist. \Vhat you need is an all-around course in a gymnasmm. PROF. FouRMEN: I am 14 years IO months old and weigh 103 pounds. i\ly height is S feet 3Y, inches: neck, 12)/, inches; chest. expanded, 32 inches; normal, 29Y, inches; waist, 28 inches; muscle of arms, normal, ro inches; drawn up, I2)/, inches; upper part of legs, I8 inches; below the kne es, I2)/, inches; above the ankles, 8Y, inches. I. How are my measure ments? I am a very good baseball pitcher, but cannot throw a swift ball. 2. Where can I learn to throw it? 3. I am a very poor runner. How can I remedy this? .f. Is my weight right for my age? Please do not throw it in the waste-basket becau s e I am a Mexican, for I love the United States like my own country. }UAN DIAZ. Baltimore, Md. P. S.-I am very sorry one of my countrymen made trouble for Frank-like Del Norte. Have no fear; your letter will not go in the waste-basket because you are a Mexican. vVe have no antipathies. The readers of the TrP ToP WEEKLY are in every clime, and they form one large happy family. We have a large number of Mexican readers and they are among the most loyal Tip Toppers, you yourself included. You should weigh more for your age, and probably wi11 before reaching your full growth. To learn how to pitch a baseball practise throwing a "straight" ball before attempting any speed; and then go on with the curves. You will find that speed will come gradually as you master the intricacies of the art and as your arm develops strength. Short wind may be the cause of your poor running. Take deep-breathing exercises at first. Then try running short distancesone and two hundred yards. Later on increase the distance as you feel able to run over a Jong course without tiring yourself. Don't run too fast; what you should seek is endurance. PROF. FouRMEN: I am 15 years old, S fret 2)1,( inche s in height and weigh 100 pounds. Chest, normal, 30 inches; expanded, 31 inches; biceps, ro inches; neck, I2 inches; wrists, 6 inches; waist, 26 inche s ; from shoulder to shoulder, 16 inches; thighs, I7 inches; calves, IIY, inches; ankles, 7 inches; forearms, 9 inch es. These are my records: Fifty-yard dash, 7 seconds; h alf-mile nm, 3 minutes 35 seconds; mile run, 7 minutes 47 seconds; can chin 20 times; can stoop over and touch the floor, with legs straight, 100 times in twenty min1utes; raise myself up on toes roo times; lying on the floor I can bend over and touch toes 25 times; can squat 150 times; can push five-pound dumb-bell over my h ead 100 times; can touch floor with knee bent 7 times; can pu t a four-pound shot 40 feet Ir Y, inches; standing broad jump, 7 feet 8 inches; running broad jump, I3 feet I inch; running h igh jump, 3 feet 5 inches. I. How are my measurements? 2. How are my records? 3. Do you think I would make a good athlete? 4. What are my weak points? 5. what are my strong points? Please excuse this long letter, as I am one of the old readers. Any one wishing to correspond with n'le will please send letters to the address b e low. I remain, L. BRANDT. 829 Stevenson Street, San Francisco, Cal. You should weigh more and have a larger chest development. The records you have sent me show that you are trying hard to test your endurance as as possible. Be careful about over doing any exercise. If you tire yourself out by continuing to exercise when nature has given the warning signal to rest, the results will be harmful instead of beneficial. There is no reason why you shouldn't become an athlete if you take a regular course of gymnastics and develop your strong points properly. PROF. FouRMEN: Having been a reader for several years I wou ld like to ask a favor. vVill you pass comment upon my measurements? Age, I6 years S months; height, S feet 3Y, inches; weight, 126 pounds; chest, 32 inches; expanded, 33)1, inches; wrists, 6)1,( inches; calves, r3V, inches. I go in for all outdoor exercises. I do not use stimulants or narcotics I have never been s i ck, but am short-winded. I remain, yours truly, Jophin, Mo. CLARENCE WILSON. Your weight is good, but you lack chest development. Take deep-breathing exercises and use pulley weights. Play football and baseball, so that you will be in the open air al much as possible. PaoF. FouRMEN: I take the liberty to send you measurements of myself and chum. Mine are: Age, 17 years; height, S feet inches; weight, 125 pounds; chest, normal, 32 inches; expanded, 34 inche5; waist, 3I inches; thi gh, I9 inches; ankle, 9Y, inches; calf, 1 3)/, inches; ne ck, I3 inches; wrist, 6Y, inche ; forearm, IO inches; bicep, expanded, 11)/, inches. M:f chum's are the same, except his waist measures 33 inches; biceps are


1;IP TOP 31 o)li inches, expanded, and n eck is 14 inches. Please point out eak and strong points, and how to remedy the weak ones. Louisville, Ky. Two KENTUCKY COLONELS. Both of you should develop more chest measurelnent. Your vaist lacks one im::h ; his i one inch above normal. You and ou:friend should exercise with dumb-bells to enlarge your iceps. His neck is just right, but yours is one inch less. PRoF. FouRMEN : Would you be so kind as to answer two ques tions for me? I. What is a sure cure for lame back? 2. What is good for weak wrists? Not having much time to spare on sports, please prescribe some other method. Re pectfully, Vvest Jordan, Utah. J. CAMELFIELD. r. Take bending exercises, followed by a hip bath and vigorous rubbing of small of the back with a rough towel. 2. Light dumb-bell exercise and pulley weights will strengthen weak wrists Be carefully not to overdo it and stop when you begin to feel tired. PROF. FOURMEN: Please cnt1c1ze my measurements. Age, 16)4 years; height, 5 feet 5 inches; chest, normal, 30 inches; ex p:mded, 33Y, inches; biceps, ro.Yr inches; wrist, 6Yz inches; across shoulders, 170 inches; waist, 27 inches; neck, 14 inches; fore arm, II inches; thighs, 33Y:) inches; calves, 12)/, inches; from hand to hand, 65 inches; aro\.Jnd head, 22Y, inches. What should I weigh? IIow long should one exercise with two-pound dumb-bells? What will give one muscle in the forearm? l 'orfolk, Va. "CA!!MlNE." You should weight about one hundred and twenty-seven mds. Ten minutes' exercise night and morning with dumb liells will produce good results in six months' time. This, with bag punching, will develop the forearms. PROF. FouRMEN: Being a constant reader of TIP ToP, I take the liberty of asking your opinion on my measurements. Age, 16 years; weight, I49 pounds; height, S feet 9 inches; neck, IS inches; chest, normal, 38 inches; expanded, 40 inches; waist, 31 inches. How are my measurements for my age? What a r e my weak points? How can I strengthen them? Yours very truly, A FAITHFUL READER OF THE KING OF WEEKLIES. Koakum, Tex. Your measurements show a good development. I cannot dis cover any weak points in you, except, perhaps, a slight deficiency in weight. PROF. FouRMEN: I have been a steady reader of TtP ToP for the last ix years, and must say that it is way ahead of all other weeklies. Now, professor, I would like you to aliswer scme questions, for which I thank you a thousand times. I am just i8 years old; am s feet 8 inches in my stockings; breadth of shoulders, 18 inches; chest, 33 inches, normal; expanded, 37 inches; waist, 30 inches; thigh, 19 inches; calf, I4 inches; bicep, JO inches; neck, I3)4 inches. These last two measurements are thorns, because with an 18-inch shou lder measurement and a IJY-(-inch neck I look like the figure I. I. what do you think of my measurements? I am going into training now, and in six months I expect to have .the following measurements: Chest, normal, 37 inches; shoulders, 20 incl,es, and neck, IS inches. Do you think I can do it in six months, if I work hard? 2 In the increase of shoulder measurement. which part of the shoulder is affected, the muscle or fleshy part? 3. I understand that a cold bath is the best thing after exercige; but if a feeling of warmth cannot be retained, a warm shower and a cold sprin kle is just as good. Is this right? There is only one drawback in my training, and that is, I smoke cigarettes. Now I know you will say give them up; but I can't-for I've tried it. My will power is all gone from smoking, and I find it impossible to quit them. Hereafter, however, I'm going to smoke a pipe, and gradually cut do,vn my use of tobacco until I can quit them alto gether 4. Is smoking a pipe as harmful as smoking cigarettes? If you will answer my questions you will be doing a great favor to a loyal Tip Topper. I will close, hoping that Burt L. Standish will forever continue to write these fine stories. Yours truly, New York City. M. J. L., a Regular. You should have sent your weight among the other measuremcnts. A great many correspondents have failed to give me a complete list of their measurements, invariably leaving out height or weight. I will take the opportunity now to ask all future readers of this column who expect to receive a full report upon their build and condition not to neglect sending me all their measurements. You, M. J. L., will probably be disap pointed irt not getting a atisfadory answer to your questions, at1d yet I am expected to be a mind reader and guess your height. I wish to urge upon all who my advice the l:lecessity of sending in, at least, the importatlt items of one's measurements. I speak ol this because there have been So many lately who have neglected, through carelessness, proba bly, to observe this very important consideratio n I wish very much to give all the athletic advice possible to my young friends, but they must bear in mind that l need thei{ cooperation, and all I ask is that they observe the request I have j llst made. I. It will be useless r you to go into training, expecting to obtain satisfactory results1 if you continue to use tobacco. No ambitious athlete has ever reached the goal who did not train in strict accordance with the rigid requirements exacted by all the laws of health. If you cannot exert enough will-power to let tobacco in every form alorte during' the period of training it is no use to expect good results. Of course, exercise will always improve one's physical condition, even when it is handi capped by the exciting action of tobacco on the nervous system; but the aspiting athlete who is training with a definite purpose in \'iew must cut out the use of tobacco absolutely. It is possi ble for you to increase yout shoulders, chest and neck to the measurements you desire, but it will reql!ire hard work and pa tient training. You cannot set liy definlte time, a.s six months, to accomplish it; probably it will take longer, But that is no reason why you should not attempt it. 2. Your exercises will develop the muscles of the shoulders 3. A tepid shower followed by a cold sprinkle is the best. Rub the sk in with a rough Tut-kish towel till it has a pink glow, and there will be uo danger of catching cold. 4. If yoti smoke, by all lneans use a pipe; but, under no circumstances, emoke cigarettes. They are rightly named "coffin nails," and the inveterate cigaretle smoker finds out when it is too late that he really has been driving nails in his coffin. PROF. FouRMEN: If you would kindly express an op11110n of my measurements I would be 1nuch obliged to you. Wrist, 6Y, inches; forearm, rn'4 biceps, I 1 inches; neck, t3 inches; chest, normal, 31 inches; expanded, 34 inches; thigh, I9J/, inches; cakes, I3 inches; waist, 27)/, inches. I am 13 years old and my height is 5 feet sYz it1ches. What are my weak points, and how can I remedy them ? Whet! I jump on my left foot, my knee, just below the kneecap, hurts. How can I remedy that? Thanking you in advance, I remain, youts truly, Pleasanton, Cal. CLINTON D. KEELER. You seem to be a stocky boy, though I don't know how much you wei!!h. The trouble you complain of i s probably due to a strai11. Bathe the knee with witch-hazel for several days, keeping off your feet as much as possible. If there is no improve ment you better consult your family physician. "GOLDEN HOURS." Boys, have you any old of Golden Hours? If so, see what numbers are among them and write me, stating price. I will pay liberally to complete my files. Address WILLIAMS, Station "O," Box 24, New York City.


____________________ ...,_.,.__.,... ... TIP TOP WEEKLY CAUTION! All readers of the Renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitations, placed upon the market under catch names very similar to Frank Merrlwell, and intended to deceive. 472-Frank Merriwell's Handicap; or, Hastings, The Hurdler from Humboldt. 473-Frank l\Ierriwell s Red Challengers; or, The Hot Game with the Nebraska Indians. 474-Frank Merriwel.J's Fencing; or, For Sport or For Blood. 475-Frank Merriwell's Backer; or, Playing Baseball for a Fortune. 476-Frank Merriwell's Endurance; or, The Cross-Country Champions of America. 477-Frank Merriwell in Form; or, Wolfers, the Wonder from Wisconsin. 478-Frank Merriwell's Method; or, The Secret of Becoming a Champion. 479-Frank Merriwell's Level Best; or, Cutting the Corners with a New Curve. 48o-Frank Merriwell's Lacrosse Team; or, The Great Hustle with Johns Hopkins. 481-Frank Merriwell's Great Day; or, The Crowning Triumph of His Career. 482-Dick in Japan; or, Judo Art Against Jiu-Jitsu. 483-Dick Merri well on the Rubber; or, Playing Baseball in the Flowery Kingdom. 484-Dick Merriwell's Cleverness; or, Showing the J aps the American Game. 485-Dick Merri well in Manila; or, Papinta, the Pride of the Philippines. 486-Dick Merri well Marooned; or, The Queen of Fire Island. 487-Dick Merriwell's Comrade; or, The Treas ure of the Island. 488-Dick Merri well, Gap-Stopper; or, A Sur prise for the Surprisers. 489-Dick Merriwell's Sacrifice Hit; or, Winning by a Hair's Breadth. Merriwell's Support; or, Backed Up When Getting His Bumps. 491-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Swimming for His Life. 492-Dick Merriwell Shadowed; or, The Search for the Lost Professor. 493-Dick Merriwell's Drive; or, Evening Up with His Enemy. 494-Dick Merriwell s Return; or, The Reap pearance at Fardale. 495-Dick Merriwell's Restoration; or, Whip ping the Team into Shape. 4 96-Dick Merriwell's Value; or, The Success of Square Sport. 497-Dick Merriwell's "Dukes"; or, His Fight with Himself. 498-Dick Merriwell's Drop-Kick; or, Chester Arlington's Team of Tigers. 499-Dick Merriwell's Defeat; or, How Arling ton Won the Second Game. 500-Dick Merriwell's Chance; or, Taming the Tigers of Fai,rport. 501-Dick Merriwell's Stride; or, The Finish of the Cross Country Run. 502-Dick Merriwell's Wing-Shift; or, The Great Thanksgiving Day Game. 503-Dick Merriwell's Skates; or, Playing Ice Hockey for Every Point. 504-Dick Merriwell's Four Fists; or, The Cham pion of the Chanson. 505-Dick Merriwell's Dashing Game; or, The Fast Five from Fairport. 506-Frank Merriwell's Tigers; or, Wiping Out the Railroad Wolves. 507-Frank Merriwell's Treasure Guard; or, The Defenders of the Pay Train. 508....-Frank Merriwell's Flying Fear; or, The Ghost of the Yaqui. 509-Dick Merriwell in Maine; or, Sport and Peril in the Winter Woods. '510-Dick Merriwell's Polo Team; or, The Rattlers of the Roller Rink. 5n-Dick Merri well in the Ring; or, The Cham pion of His Class. 512-Frank Merriwell's New Idea: or, The American School of Athletic Develop ment. 513-Frank Merriwell's Troubles; or, Enemies in the Fold. Back numbers ma,r be had from all newsdealers or will be sent. postpaid. by the publishers upon receipt of price -=====:> C :ENT S===== STREET CQ. SMITH PUBLISHERS NEWYOR.K


THE FA VO RITE LIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES TIP TOP WEEKLY Frank and Dick Merriwell are two brothers whose adventures in college and on the athletic field are of intense interest to the American boy of to-day. They prove that a boy does not have to be a rowdy to have exciting sport. Buffalo Bill Stories Buffalo Bill is the hero of a thousand exciting ad ventures among the Redskins. These are given to our boys only in the' Buffalo Bill Stories They are bound to interest and please you. All-Sports Library All sports that boys are interested in, are carefull y dealt with in the All-Sports Library. The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulgi1'.g in healthy pastimes. Brave and Bold Every boy who prefers variety in his reading matter, ought to be a reader of Brave and Bold All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of telling boys' stories. Every tale is complete in itself. Diamond Dick Weekly ...... =--i The demand for stirring stories t>f Western adventure is admirably filled by this libr ary Every .up-to-date boy ought to read just how law and order are establish e d and maintained on our Western plains by Diamond Dick, Bertie, and Handsome Harry. We know, boys, that there is no need of introducing to you Nicholas Carter, the greatest sleuth that ever lived. Every number containing the adventures of Nick Carter has a peculiar, but delightful, power of fascina ti o n. Paul Jones Weekly Do not think for a second, boys, that these stories are a lot of musty history, just sugarcoated. They are all .new tales of exciting adventure on land and sea, in all of which boys of your own age took part. Rough Rider Weekly lfD SfR{f,((j KJN(j !:. 'll1IJJ lffST ., .. 111/llllfd/l./ l ./lbf1llt/df T ed Strong was appointed deputy marshal by accident, but he r eso lves to use his authority and rid his ranch of some very tough bulli es. He does it in such a siick w ay that everyone calls Kin g of the Wild West" and he certainly deserves his title. Bowery Boy Library The adventures of a poor waif whose only name is "Bowery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. No boy can read the tales of his trials without imbibing some of that resource and courage that makes the character of this homeless boy stand out so prominently.


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