Dick Merriwell's set, or, Friends and foes at Fardale


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Dick Merriwell's set, or, Friends and foes at Fardale

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Dick Merriwell's set, or, Friends and foes at Fardale
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) , ;for the Ametjcan Youth issue d W eek ly. By Subsc n"jJtion $250 j>er year. Entered as Sec01id Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wz1liam St .. N . Y. No. 341. Price, Five Cents. STAGGERING BENEATH TFJJ<; WEIGHT OF Al. MOST THE ENTIRE TEAM, OBEDIAH STAGGE llED ON, AND LITERALLY BURLED HIMSELF ACRos,, " ! HJ!: LINE FOR A TOUCHDOWN.

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I TipTop'Weekly. i : SIZE.) t * * i If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories t l unexcelled in any part of this world to-day. ! t Don't fail to read these stories if you have not already. t * * * * * 3 IO-;Dick Merriwell ' s Life Struggle; or, The Veiled 'Noman of the \i\T oods. * : ! * 31 r-Dick Merriwell's Tramp Chase; or, The Awa kening of Scudder. * ,: 312-Dick Merriwell's N ine ; or, Trouncing t he Regular Team. t !** 313-Dick Merriwell's Danger; or, Solving a Strange Mystery. ; * 3r4-Dick Merriwell Acc used; or, The Life of the Nine. 315-Dick Merriwell's Trick ; or, Paid in Their Own Coin. 316-Dick Merriw ell' s Daring Leap; or, Bound to Get There< 317-Dick Merriwell's Delivery; or, In the Face of Desperate Odds. 318-Dick Merriwell's Nerve; or, Up Against the R eal Thing. 319-Dick Merriwell as Captain; or, In Spite o f His Enemies. 320-Dick Merriwell ' s Peril; or, Hugo Darkmore's Last Deed. 321-Dick Merriwell C h allenged; or, Getting Into Fast Company. 322-Dick Merri well' s Team: or, The Young \i\ Tonders of the Diamond. 323-Dick Merriwell's Confidence ; or, The S p irit That Wins. 324 _-Dick Shot; or, For Life or Death. 325-Dick Merriwell's Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 326-Frank Merri well on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick Merriwell in Trin1; or, The Boy Wonder of the League. 328-Frank Merriwell's Honor; or, Defying the Bo s s of the League. 329-Dick Merriwell's Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League. 330-Frank Merriwell ' s Fracas; or,..Hot Times in Mad River League. 331-Dick Merri yvell's Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's Turn; or, The Grea test Game of the Season. 333-Dick Mer riw ell's New Ba ll; or, The Boy \i\Tonder at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger ;" or, Winning an Uphill . Ga me. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man of Mystery. 336-Frank Mer riwell's Winners; or, La11ding on T op in Mad RiYer League . 337-Dick Return; or, Back Again t o th e Old Sch ool. 338-Dick M1erriwell's Difficulties; -or , Making Up the Eleven. 339-Dick Merriwell's Mercy; or, The First Game on the Gridiron. 340-Dick Merriwell's Dash ; or, Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set; or, Friends and Foes at Fardale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young Gladiators of the Gridiron. 343-Dick Merriwell's Mascot; or, By Luck or Pluck. ! With TrP T oP No. 285 begins t h e now Farda1e Series, in which D ick Merriwell ! has entered the good o l d school at which the career of Frank Merriwell also began some ! year s ago. Tho usan ds of young A merica n s wi11 want to read o f the fin e thi ngs tha t Dick i Merr iwell h as done , i s doing and w ill i n the future do. * I . 1 * ! ! * * * i STREET & SMITH, Publishers, . . . . 238 William St., New York. t********************************************** * *************************************

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lssiud Wulily. By SuiJscrijJtion $z.,so per year . . Enteretf as Second Class Matter at Ike N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, us William St., N. r. Entered acccrdml{ to Act of Con/!TUS in the year 1902, ;,, the Office of l/u Librarian of Congress, D. C: No. 341. NEW YORK, October .25, 1902. Price Five Cents. DICK Mt:RRJWELL'S SET; OR, Friends and Foes at Fardale. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. FOLLOWING FRANK'S ADVICE. "It ought to work!" decided Dick, with a look of satisfaction on his handsome face. "\i\That shall we call it?" "The chances are it won't work at all," grunted Bob Singleton, surveying the diagram on p aper that lay on Dick's table. "Then if it ought to work and won't, call it the tramp play," suggested Ted Smart. "The Big Four" of the football team had met in Dick's room to consult over new plays and football in general. The "ends arond" play, first put into use at Fardale the previous season, had proved very effective; but it was learned that this play had been thoroughly mastered by the other school teams, and that a positive form of defense against it had been invented. The "ends around" had swept everything before it and gi \en Fardale the football championship in the fullest sense of the word; but Dick knew it would not do to depend too much on th;lt play now. It had been used only in tight pinches or at moments when a gain was absolutely demanded, and . yet when the season ended Fardale's rivals confessed that the . cadets had won their great victories and their undis puted championship on that one play. Frank Merriwell had coached Fardale at the start of the s eason, and the academy had expected he would continue to do so to the end; but Frank could not always give his time to such things, and a serious legal difficulty over some mines in which he was financially interested had ' made it absolutely necessary for him to give up the satisfaction and pleasure of coaching the cadets and attend to his own business. This ha
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. made it necessary for him to proceed to Arizona a t once. "Dick," said Merry, before leaving, <(I'm sorry I haven't had time to get the eleven going properly. The boys have just begun to work, and now I have to drop everything and jump West. Thus far it has kept me busy knocking the first principles of the game into their heads, and I haven ' t had a chance to drill them on any of the finer points. It was my in tention to originate some new plays and work them out with the boys; but you tan see for yoursdf that they have been in no condition to take up ne\v plays until they fully understood the regular formations and plays. used by almost every ' team. Therefore I am leaving without starting them on anything new. I regret it, but I trust everything to you. I think you have brains enough to work some new deals which will surprise and baffle your antagonists. Remember that the success of a new play often depends mainly on the absolute drill of the team that attempts it. Every man on the team must undersand the play and must know to a fine point just what is expected of him. More than that, he must know just how to do what he is expected to do. Many fellows know how to do a thing yet cannot do it from lack of practice. Drill-that's the word! Anything worth attempting should be practiced until it can be done well-until there is no possibility of doing it better. Don't for get that, boy. Don't be satisfied when you can do a thing pretty well, or even very well-keep at it until you know beyond a doubt that it cannot be done any better. In life, as in football, yon 'Yill find that the one great secret of succes9." Then Frank stopped short and laughed. know and how bad you are. It is this superior air about those who lecture to boys that makes the lectures so offensive. "I'm glad you don't mind," smiled Frank. "I don't intend to drop into them often, but I do it occasionally without thinking. I should feel worse about leaving just now, Dick,'' he went on, "if I did not have so much confidence in you. I believe you will be able to pull Fardale through a winner. I know you have the stick-to-it quality, and you are not a chap to be dis couraged. You'll meet obstacles and troubles enough, but you won't give up. I want you to do your best to keep harmony in the team. Don't let the fellow5 'knock' behind one another's backs. Don't let them get to squabbling. Hold them together and make . them work together for the glory of old Fardale. I believe you can invent some new plays which will prove effective. Study your team and find out just what new combinations may prove most effective. There is much in that. Often a combination that proves a success when tried by one team would be a flat failure if attempted by another. Seek to add to the strength of your team by any new At the same time you must try to deceive the enemy by leadjng him into the mistake of underrating your strength. If you can make him believe you have weakened your team when you have really strength ened it you can take advantage of his misjudgment. Surprise is one strong element in football. Don't for get that." "Do you think," asked Dick; "that, with my limited experience, I am capable of handling the team succes::. fully without even one coach to advise me?" "Yes. You have been a close student of the game, "Beg pardon, boy," he said. I didn't mean to turn and I think you are capable of handling this team suethis into a lecture." "I don't mind your lectures," said Dick. Which was true. There was something "different" about Frank's lectures. They were more like friendly talks face to face and heart to heart. He did not talk down from an eminence. He did not assume an air of great superi o rity. He did not seem to say, see how mtich I know and how good I am, and how little you ces sfully. Of course you do not know it all--" "I don't pretend to!" exclaimed Dick. "And you can keep on studying. I have two new books by Walter Camp which will be of great aid to you . Also several other books on football, besides lots of clippings. You know where to find the books in my library, and the clippings, as they are fine, in my clipping cabinet. Master them as fully as possible,

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 8 and I am sure you will prove your ability to handle the Fardale team.'' Dick had not forgotten a. word of advice given him by his brother, and he had gone at the books anu clippings in earnest. He soon found that there were many things about football which he had not learned before. One thing he remembered in particular, and that was Merry's advice to study hi!! team and try to invent combinations which would strengthen it while giving the impression to the enemy that it had been weakened. This he found no easy thing to do. He wasted sheets of paper drawing diagrams of plays which he decided were useless or which he discarded as too complex to be readily mastered. At last he hit upon what ap peared to be a simple scheme, yet one that impressed rum as worth trying. Then he called the "Big Four" together for consul tation in his room. The "Big Four" was made up of the backs of the Fardale team, Singleton, Darrell, Smart and Merriwell. Brad Buckhart, being Dick ' s room-mate, was permitted to be present, and he ,,-as an interested listener, ventur ing now and then to o[f er a suggestion or make a com ment. "Tubbs is very deceptive," said Dick. "He looks like a big fat chap who is too clumsy and awkward for anything. At times he is clumsy, but when he gets io e the enemy. They will smash into center at once. Tubbs is away back. It's easy to go through. Right there is where they fool themselves. Singleton is right behind Smart. He's heavy enough to stiffen center instantly. He will support Smart and hold the line steady. Then Tubbs comes crashing in at speed with the ball, and we all do our best to ram him through." v\lhen he had explained it tlfus, Dick added: "It ought to work. What shall we call it?" Smart made his suggestion, but Dick said : "vVe'll call this play the 'center-back.' How 1s that?" "All right," agreed the othel's, and by that name it was known. CHAPTER II. BRAD'S OPINION. The boys also talked of "wedges," "revolving for mations," "funnel plays," "interference" in and many other things. Dick urged them all to study on new plays, and assured them that they would al ways find him ready to listen to suggestions and advice. "But you know there are fellows who say you never take advice," put in Singleton. "They say you run things to suit yourself, and think you know it all." "I reckon I know the galoot what made that there into a game he puts himself on his nerve, and he's sage remark," said Buckhart. "It sure was Ches like a cat on his feet, while his strength is something wonderful. The teams we have played against were not long in discovering how foolish it was for them to try to buck our c e nter. The n they tried other plays. Now, if we can seem to weaken our center and still not do so, we'll lead them into a trap. This new play ma do that very thing. We'll drop Tubbs back to full-back, put Singleton in at quarter and place Smart in the center of the line." '"'vVmv !" cried Ted, his eyes bulging. "That's great! I'll be a corker in there! They'll meet their fate when they buck up against me!" "But you have weakened your line," said Darrell. "Apparently," nodded Dick. "That's where I hope Arlington , and he's green with jealousy be.cause he can't run football around here. He is, I know !" "Oh, I admire that chap!" piped Smart. "He's a bird, he i s!" "He's a good sample of his class," grunted Single ton. "The spoiled son of a rich man.'' Darrell had not been saying much, . but now he chipped in: "I don't belieYe Arlington is such a bad fellow," he said. "For my part, I don't think he's been treat e d just right here." Dick looked at Hal in surprise. "vVhat do you mean by that?" he asked, at once. "How has Arlington been mistreated?"

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' 4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Well, he hasn't been given much of a show." "In what way? In football?" "In footl:.>all, for one thing." "Hal, you know he has been given just the same sort of a show as other fellows who come here. I see no reason why an exception s hould be made in his cas e." "He came here with a recor d as a cle ver foo tball pla yer. That s hou f d h ave been s omething in his fa vo r. If th e re is one thing in this s ch oo l th a t I don't like it i s the gro wing feelin g of prejudice aga inst fel l o w s who happen t o ha v e rich p a r e nts. They can't h e l p it, and--" " I do not think there i s an y s uch feeling of preju dice," cut in Dick. " A fell ow i s m e a s ured by h i s merit. He h a s to prove himself s o mething before a n y s tock is t a ken in him. Just because his father hap p e ns to have money he can't walk in here and be bowed d own to. That vvas what Arlington expected. I think it was one rea s on why he came here to this school. He expected to be a big toad in the puddle, a nd he ' s prett y s o re beca use things didn' t pan out as h e anticip a ted." Dick had said more th a n he inte n ded, but he had simply e xp ressed his conviction. Nor was it a case o f saying behind A rlington ' s back what he w o uld not ha v e said just as quickly to his face, for he had ex p re sse d his opini o n of the millionaire ' s son straight to th a t individual on a t lea s t o ne occasion. Hal frowned. " You have a right to your opinion, Captain Merri well," he s a id, "but you can be wrong." "Of course I can," confes s ed Dick , at once, "and I ' v ould like to find out that I am wrong in regard to A rlington. Satisfy me th a t I ha v e made a mistake in regard to him and I'll acknowledge it." Hje was sincere in making this statement . Dick was a fellow who heart i ly disliked to confess himself m the wrong, yet he had the moral courage to do such a thing when thorou ghly con v inced that he had made an error. The fell o w who will n o t ackn o wledge he is wron g , althou g h pla i nly shown that su c h is the case , is a moral coward, and it is doubtful if such a fell ow can ever be successful in the highest degree. "Oh, Arlington is not a chap to truckle for any body's favors!" said Hal. "I wouldn't, if I were in his place. But pe is going to cut some ice in football at Fardale if he stays here. Mark what I say." Dick was tempted to give Darrell some information of a startling charac t er, for he could have told how Cheste r Arlington had bribed Jim Watson to steal from Frank Merriwell's desk the F a rdale code of football sig n als and diagrams of plays to attempted in the game w ith White Academy. He could also have told h o w W a t so n had taken Arlington's money and given the fellow cl fal s e c od e of s i gnals and some diagrams prep a red by himself . Dick knew of this, and he had reasons to believe that Arlington had promptly handed these fake papers over to a certain White player, with the int e ntion that they should be used against Fardale. This last action, however, Dick could not prove, much to his regret. Had he been able to prove it, he would have e x posed Chester unhesitatingly. Also the fact that June Arlin g ton, Chester ' s sister, had warned Dick of the tre a chery served to keep him silent. He could not spe a k up when he knew it would involve June. So Chester was spar ed, and he had the mortification and dismay o f seeing \Vhite defeated, for Fardale used another signal code and did not attempt a single play of the exact character as those obtained from Watson. Watson himself , back in Fardale, had the nerve to defy Arlington, which was something remarkable, as he was anything but a fellow of nerve. "All right,'' said Dick, with a laugh, "only I hope he cuts ice in t he right way." "The right w ay? What do you mean by that?" "I hope he stands true to old Fardale. If he does that I can put up with him, although I am free to confess that I heartily dis like him." Darrell rose. "I'v e go t to do some plugging , " he said. "Football is putting me ba c k in my stud i e s . I'll be on hand at practice. " When he was gone, Singleton said : "I've noticed Darrell taking up with Arlington of

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 late. It's Qdd. Arlington doesn't seem to be very popular outside his own class." ' Dick made no comment, but turned the talk back to football. Later, when Dick and Brad were alone in the room, Singleton and Smart having departed, the Texan ob served: "Partner, look out for Hal Darrell. You hear me! He's worth watching." "What do you mean, Brad?" asked Dick, seriously. "It can't be that--" ''He's getting sore, partner. You know there vYas talk of making him captain of--" "But he withd rew voluntarily." "Because he felt sure he'd be defeated; he felt sure you would beat him out. He didn't care to stand the mortification of being defeated. That's whatever made him withdraw." "I don't like to think that was the reason," said Dick, gravely. "It seemed like a generous act on his part." "Oh, yes! he made it look that way. He's pretty clever, and he knew it would hurt his power in the school to make a fight for the place and have you beat him. That's why he pulled out and gave you an open field. And he 's not doing any great good on the team. He's saying things on the quiet that are getting some of the fellows uneasy. You've noticed of late that some of them have wanted to play different positions. They do not think the team is made up right. \i\Tell, I opine I know the chap who's behind that. His name is Darrell." Still Dick doubted, shaking his head. "I'll not believe it of him, Brad," he said. "Hal is not a chap to resort to underhand work in--" . "Come off!" e x ploded the Texan. "I reckon you've clean forgot some things he did wh en you first came here to school !" "That's past and buried. " "All the same it showed what he ' d do sometimes. I've ne:ver trusted him the way you have. I right well understand why he's picked up with Arlington, too." ?" "Arlington has a sister, and she's a corker! You hear me chirp! Darrell has seen her. He's been in troduced to her and her mother by Chester. Why, he was at the train to see them off when they left." "How do you ?" "I was there, too, pard .'1 "You?" "Sure thing! I just happe1;ed a round. I was walking down the platform when I heard that old hen giving you a raking over." "Old hen? What old hen?" "Mrs. Arlingt on. She was telling Darrell what a low, cheap fellow you were, and he wasn't even say-. ing a yip. But I chipped rlght in, yo u bet your boots. She was saying something about poor people trying to place them s elves on a footing with those of wealth and breeding. Then I broke loose, and I told her a few things on the spot. I told her your father was known as the American Monte Cristo, and that you had money enough to buy and sell the whole Arlington outfit without ruffling a feath(!r. As for breeding, I let on that there was more gentleman to you than to any one by the name of Arlington that ever stood on two legs. Say, pard, you should have seen her! She turned green-actually green! She did, I know! And she nearly choked. 'Dear me!' she gobbled. 'What a perfectly horrid young ruffian! June, where is my vinegerette' -or something of the sort. And she uncorked some sort of a bottle. I opined she was going to take a drink, but she just smelt of it, gave a withering look, and turned her back on _me. But I was satisfied, and I mosied off. I allow the stuck.up old blister may have a different opinion of you now that she knows you've got money. It's blamed queer what a difference money makes in this world!" Dick looked mortified and half angry. "It was a foolish thing for you to say, Brad I" he exclaimed. "I am very sorry." Buckhart looked surprised. "Foolish?" he muttered. "\Vhy, I wanted the old , bird to kn ow ! She swells up over her riches and her position in the world, and she looked down on you as

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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. poor. I wanted her to know she was greatly mis
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TIP TOP WEEKT..1Y. I don't see that it makes any difference to me what she thinks." "Oh, doesnt it? Somehow I thought it might. She's a corker, pard ! Right up to date! And you--" Dick rose with a gesture that cut Brad ' short. "She may be a 'corker' and 'right up to date,' " he said; "hut I ha ye no further interest in her. Chance threw us together, and I was abli;: to do her a slight favor--" "A slight favor! Kept her from being torn into strings by old Quimby's dogs! Slight favor! Why, if those brutes hadn't killed her they'd sure spoiled her beauty forever. If that girl hasn't sense enough to realize what you did for her when you stood up and beat off old Quimby's dogs she's as foolish as she is stunning ! You hear me murmur !" "It's not likely I'll ever see her again. There are plenty of other girls. Besides, Tve got other things besides girls to think of now." This was true enough, and yet later, when he found himself alone, Dick fell to thinking of a handsome, clashing girl with a proud, haughty face and the air of a young queen. He couldn't help it. "She's so unlike her mother and her brother!" he murmured. "She is just as proud as they are, and yet she is different. 1 wonder if we shall ever meet again. What difference does it make! It's likely she would give me the marble heart. She had to be decent and thank me for what I did. Besides, she pretty nearly squared things up when she warned me that the Fardale signals were to be given to White. But for her we must have Jost that game. No, for the signals were fakes. Still, she meant well." He tried to put her out of his mind, but it was not easy. When he tried to study her face kept rising before his mental vision . Too bad she had such a brother, Dick told himself; and then added that it made no difference as far as he \:yas concerned. In the midst of his reverie he gave a guilty start, for his mind's eye had beheld another girl with sunny hair and laughing eyes, who rose and placed herself him and the vision of Juri.e Arlington.' "Doris!" he murmured. "There is nothing artificial about you! You are just yourself, and nothing else! You are a sweet little girl of the country, and you've never been spoiled a . nd made haughty and proud and up to date. This business is very sicken ing!" But even as he thought of Doris Templeton, yet a third intruded upon him. Little Felecia, with her deli cate, spiritpal face and soulful dark eyes looked at him reproachfully, as if reproving him for fickleness . . He felt guilty, indeed, now. Yet he wci1dered why he should. Felecia was his cousin-nothing more! Still she was something . more. He could not put her aside in that manner. She idolized him, and neglect on his part hurt . her keel)ly. "Dick Merriwell," he muttered, "you're a chump! It's all right for you t6 like girls in general and treat them well, but you're not old enough to get stntck on any one in particular. When Felecia gets older she'll see some fellow who will take her interest from you , and th e n there'll be plenty of time for you. And the chances are that you'll give particular attention to l'vliss Doris Templeton, if she cares for you then.'.' When he had studied a while and had cast the book aside, he stared hard at the wall as if thinking deeply. There was a frown on his face, and he finally growled : "I didn't suppose Darrell had enough interest in Arlington to go to the station with the fellow to sec his mother and sister off. Wonder if he's struck 011 I June Arlington! By Jove! I believe he is! He's I found out about how I beat off old Quimby's dogs. That's \vhat ails him lately l . Hes sore! Wliy. I thought he was still badly smitten on Doris! If he' s struck on June, I have a clear field with D o ris , and \Ye may be very g ood friends without feeling that we are wronging him." But somehow this thought did n o t give him the foll satisfaction he anticipated, am] try as he might he could got wholly forget ] un' e Arling_ton.

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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. CHAPTER III. "Perhaps not, but I'll bet he has pulled every man onto .AN ENEMY .AT WORK. the team that he's tried to land there. You played last Something of interest was taking place on the parade ground. A knot of cadets had assembled there. They were members from various classes. There had been some football talk. Then Ned Stanton had said: "I'm done being used for a mark. I've quit." ''"What do you mean by that?" asked Elmer Dow. "No more football in mine." "And I'm another," said Toby Kane. "Do you mean that you're not going out any more with the scrub?" "Just that," nodded Stanton. year I played on the regular team part of the time, but I'm not good enough to have a showing this year." "Same here," put in Kane. "Fellows who never played before can get a chance, but I'm a back number. I'm just good enough to practice on. That's why I'm put on the scmb. But I'm done going out day after day to be banged up just to give the regular team prac tice. I've got a lame ankle and a sprained shoulder now, and that will do for me." Chester Arlington had been listening . He smiled in a knowing, satisfied way. "It's a good thing some of you fellows are getting your eyes open," he said. "You might have seen all along that you didn't have a ghost of a show to make the team." Although Arlington was a plebe, the fact that his father was a rich and noted man caused not a few of those in older classes to listen to his words and show him some deference. So Stanton asked : year yourself; why are you not playing this year?" "I don't happen to want to?" "Is that the reason? Has Merriwell asked you di rectly to come out?" . "No." "I thought not," said Chester, still with that knowing air. "You are not chummy enough with him. If he had asked yO'U difectly, you would have played?" "Perhaps so, if it was necessary to strengthen the team. I want to see the best team possible." "Well, you won't see that just as long as it is made up from the particular friends of any one in this school. This school is run by Merriwell and his set, and every body knows it. I know it now, though ! •didn't when I came here. If the rest of you fellows can stand it, I think I can; but it's making me a trifle sore, and I'm willing to acknowledge that." There were several who immediately agreed with Ar lington, and the little knot fell to expressing adverse opinions on the manner in which football was being conducted at the academy. There was a great buzzing of and Arlington looked on with a smile of satisfa ction on his face. "You may be right about this," admitted Burrows; "but what's the use to make talk about it! Merriwell is running the team, and we must all stand by him." Now, the truth is that Burrows was far from friendly to Dick at heart. As far as possible he had oppose? the captain of the eleven, but he had found himself un able to c op e with young Merriwell, who man age d t o have his own way in almost everything he undertook. "How is that? Why didn't we have a ghost of a At last Burrows had given up in despair , believing it show?" useless to try to get ahead of Dick. "Because you didn't belong to Merriwell's set. That was plain enough to everybody. Only those fel lows who belong to his set have a show to make the team. It didn't take me long to see that." "Oh, you're mistaken!" exclaimed Hadley Burrows, who was one of the athletic committee. "Merriwell doesn't have the entire say in making up the eleven." "Doesn't he?" laugh ed Arlington, in a knowing way. But now he found t here was a sentiment b eing aroused against the captain of the eleven, and he was willing it should grow. Kane and Stanton were disgruntled. They had ex pected to make the team, and their disappointment had left them in anything but a friendly frame of mind toward Dick. "If there 1s going to be a Merriwell set here in

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. scho'ol," said Arlington, "I suggest that it will be a good thing to have an anti-Merriwell set." "vVe don't believe in sets here," said Burrows. "That may be, but you have not been able to prevent the organizing of a Merriwell set. Think it over, fel lows, and see if you don't come to the conclusion that my idea is a good one . " "It's all right!" exclaimed Stanton. "I'm in for the anti-Merriwell set." There were others who ventured to express selves as in favor of such a thing, and still others who remained silent betrayed interest. Arlington strolled away, smiling to himself. "The seed is planted," he muttered. "Let's see if it will grow. Go ahead, Dick Merri well! You have had things your own way here, but a revolt\tion is com ing. You have made me your enemy, and you shall find that I am the worst enemy you ever had. I'll work night and day to throw you down, and I'll succeed in the end!" Half an hour later Arlington and three other boys had met in a little glade in the woods not far from the academy. His three companions were Sam Hogan, Mark Crauthers and Fred Stark. They greeted one another as "Brother Wolves." "Bunol i s safe," said Arlington. "We'll have to wait for him. He will bring the hatchet and sa\v." "\iVhat do you want of a hatchet and saw?" asked Hogan. "I'll show you later," smiled Chester, easily. "You know how we were ducked by our good friend Di4 Merri well." " 'Our good friend!' " growled Crauthers, showing his dark teeth. ; Chester laughed. "I told you I'd get square for that ducking, and I'm going to do it this very afternoon." "How?" Chester nodded, smiling in a satisfied manner. "I thought it would be if I could plant the seed in the right soil. I've been waiting for my opportunity, I found it to-day just when Kane and Stanton were feeling outraged and sore . We have been organized into an anti-Merri well set for some time; but we are too few. What is needed is a strong general senti ment against him and the way he is running things. I am wo1; king to stir it up, and I'll get there. He'll feel my power in time. I'm quietly arousing a feeling of dissatisfaction on the eleven. Trust this matter to me. I have Hal Darrell ready to kick over the traces." "That's what we don't understand," said Hogan. "Darrell is not an easy fellow to influence, and he's the last one we thought you could v,ork. How did you do it?" Arlington wagged his head. "You I have a mighty good-looking sister," he sa id, in a manner that was ' offensive and showed anything but good breeding. "She thinks a lot of me. too. I rather thought Darrell might like her, and I found it handy to introduce him to her. I didn't' mak e a mistake in my calculations, either. He was rather mas . hed. When he heard that Merri well had met her and had kept some dogs from bothering her it stirred him up. You know Merriwell cut him out with Dori s Templeton, and he 's never quite forgiven the fellow for that. Oh, I knew h o w t o get him fussed up, and I'll use him as a to o l to cause dissent and division on the eleven, see if I don't. Of course, June didn't see through my scheme, but she helped me out finely." The fellow laughed with satisfaction. There was something about him that caused the others to regard him with mingled admiration and di s like. They felt that he held himself as their superior, and that annoyed them. They knew he had condescended to become one of them only because it served his purpose to work with "By giving him a dose of the same medicine. Don't them against Dick Merriwell. be impatient. You'll see." "Well, I hope you succeed," said Stark. "But what "Say, but you've got the fellows stirred up, " said Stark. "That idea you a dvanced of organizing an anti-Merri\Yell set may pan out if you push it." about this plan to give Merri well a ducking?" Out from the shadows glided a silent-footed, dark faced lad, who saluted them with a signal that had

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10 TIP TOP WEEKT ... Y. been agreed upon by the Wolves. It was Miguel Bunol, the Spanish youth. "Have you brought the hatchet and saw?" asked Chester. Bunol opened his coat and showed the implements asked for. "Good!" exclaimed Chester, rising. "Come on, fellows, and we'll soon show you what I mean." CHAPTER IV. WOLVES AT WORK. From the meeting-place in the woods Arlington led them by a roundabout course, taking care to avoid ob servation by ariy one, to a rustic bridge that spanned a small but turbulent stream. Beneath the bridge the water poured over a miniature torrent, as the stream was very narrow there, while just below the bridge was a wide, deep pool, where boys often came to fish. This pool was said to be very deep, and once a boy had been drowned there. "This is the place," said Chester, who had pulled aside some brush shortly before reaching the bridge and drawn a coil of small, stout rope from beneath. A well-trod path led to the bridge and across toward a cove of the lake, beyoncl which could be seen Miss Tartington's school. With the exception of Bunol, Arlington's compan ions looked at him inquiringly. "Well, what's the game?" asked Hogan. "R d H t " 'd Ch t " . t e , ear , sa1 es er, every evenmg a a cer tain hour Dick Merriwell passes over this bridge." "Well?" "Sometimes he goes to take a row on the lake." "Yes." "Sometimes to call on his cou s in at the girls' school." "Go on." "Sometimes he meets and walks with another girl,' Doris Templeton . I am alm os t certain he will be along here within an hour." "What's the game?" p e r sist ed Hogan, impatiently. "The game," said Cheste r , with provoking deliberat;ness, "is to dump him into that stream, which will take him down into the pool." "He can swim like a fish." "That.'s all right. V./ e'll be waiting and watchit:ig, and we'll make him hustle before he gets out. Mark what I say. Now come on and we'll fix the bridge." Two of the worthy rascals were sent to watch the path in each direction to give warning if any one ap proached, while the remaining three carefully let them selves down over the rocks and crept under the bridge, taking the hatchet, saw and coil of rope. Arlington gave directions, while the others worked. He was a fellow who never worked when he could find some one else to do it for him. Under the bridge at one side were some sharp rocks, and they were able to stand on these while completing their task. Chester kept them at it until the bridge was so weakened in the middle that there seemed danger of bringing it down upon them if they did anything more. The middle suppCDrt of the bridge had been fixed so that it would be very easy to knock or pull it away. To this one end of the rope was attached. "TQis is first rate , fellows!" laughed Chester, ma liciously. "Lucky no one came along to bother us while were working. Now we 'll just carry this other end of the rope up strearn to that clump of cedars." They crept out from bene a th the bridge, and Arling ton's directions were carefully followed out. "It isn't time for him to be along yet," said Chester, glancing hastily at his handsome gold watch. "But we've got to get a hustle on if we get all ready for him." "\Vbat's next?" asked Stark. "Gather all the stones you can." "Stones?" "Yes." "\r V hat size?" "Anything that you can throw fr o m one the size of an acorn up to a ba s eball." "What are we go ing to do with them?" "Get the stones. I'll explain later."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 11 So they skirmished around and gathered a k>t of stones, as the leader had directed. When this was done, Chester whistled a signal that brought the two guards hurrying back to the bridge. "Stay on that side," Arlington called to Crauthers. "I'll send Soft Paw over to you with full directions." Then he turned to Stark. "Fill your pockets with these stones. Go over and help Crauthers gather a lot. Then you are to hide on the other side of the pool. The water will carry Mer riwell down into the pool, where it is deep. When he gets there we are to jump up and plug him with these stones. I think that will make it rather interesting for him. The fellow laughed, and there was a vicious sound in his merriment. Stark smiled coldly. ."I believe you are right," he nodded. "'vVe can give him a very interesting time this evening." "But," interposed Hogan, "what if we hit him on the head with some of these large stones?" "\i\lhat if we do?" said Arlington, calmly. "It may paralyze him." "Possibly." "And he may sink." "That is possible, also,'' said Chester, unconcerned. "Then he'll drown." "Another possibility." "\Veil, say, isn't this business rather dangerous? It's getting too steep for me." "You don't mean that you will squeal?" said Chester, in pretended astonishment-"you of all fellows?" "If the rest of you are anxious toget into the clutches of the law for murder all right-I'm not!" "Bosh!" said Chester. "Not the least danger of it. This is all a joke, you know." "How do you make it out?" "Why, didn't he and a lot of his friends give us a ducking? You know they did. Why shouldn't we get even with him. That's all we're trying to do. It is the most natural thing in the world. We're going to duck him." "But the rocks?" sa:icl Hogan. "Even if he should be drown7d, that was an acci dent. We were playing our return joke on him, and we didn't expect he would not be able to get out of the water. That's the idea! We'll all feel like thunder. Say, you fellows are not squealers! I thought y-ou were \i\l olves ! I thought you were ready for any thing!" "So we are, but we're not going into anything that will mean ruin for us. If we can get out of it all right--" "Why can't you?" "The rocks--" "Who is going to tell that we stoned him after he went into the water? If anything serious happens we'll all keep still about that. We just ducked him for a joke to get even. \Ve didn't expect it would end seriously. See?" "That will go if we stand together," said Hogan. "But if he hadn't been concerned in that ducking busi ness I wouldn ' t take any part in this. He did me a good turn once, and--" "Did it just to get on the good side of you and make you his tool," declared Chester, scornfully. "When he found he had failed, he was ready to wipe his feet on you. Forget it! You're no squealer. Not one chance in a thousand that anything serious will hap pen, but we can square up with him." "He'll tell about it afterward." "Let him. \i\T hat do we care! There are plenty of bushes over on that side of the pool, and you fellows can keep out of sight." "V/hat are you going to do?" "I'm going to hide up there behind the bushes and pull the rope to dump him into the drink." Chester had his way, and Hogan crossed the by jumping it at a narrow place where there were some rocks that ran out into the middle. He joined Crauthers, and together they gathered more stones, after which they retired to the thick cedars on the high bank at the western side of the pool, where they con cealed themselves to wait. Stark and Bunol found places of concealment on the e3$tern side.

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12 , TIP. TOP WEEKLY. Bunol was a silent fellow, but he had learned that Stark was ready for almost anything in the way of seeking to injure Dick Merriwell, and so, as they crouched in the bushes, he thrust his hand into his bosom and brought forth a slender knife. "Maybe I throw this 'stead of stone," he said, a wicked look in his dark eyes. "Eh?" said Stark. "Throw that knife?" "Si. Ever see me throw it?" "No." "Some time maybe I show you." "Why do you throw it?" "To make it hit. I can throw knife long distance and make it hit small mark." "But you're liable to hit it any old way." "How mean?" "You can't always hit it point first?" "Oh, si! si/-alway ! Never miss. Drive it right point straight in." "And you think you could hit Dick Merriwell in the water?" "Sure to hit." "Well, then, you'd better not try it," said Stark. "Why not try?" asked Bunol, in surprise. "Because I'm not anxious to hang. If we happen to hit him with a stone or two and he sinks, they can't ma ke much out of that. A bruise on his head would h ave come from an injury as the bridge gave way and he fell into the water. But a knife wound is a differ ent thing, and would surely convict us . Put up your knife and keep it put up. Better be careful how you use it around here, unless yon are anxious to wear J:emp necktie." "Got necktie enough," said Miguel, failing to com--prehend. '.'Then chuck your stones at Merriwell if he gets into the drink, but don't throw that knife. Understand?" The ymmg Sp a niard no
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