Dick Merriwell's success, or, Bound to be a winner


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issued Weekly . By S ubscription $2.JO pe r year. E ntered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by Sm EET & SMITH, 238 William St., ,\. J'. No. 345. . . Price, Five Cents. IT TOOK NERV E TO KICK THAT GOAL, B U T IN THE MIDS T O F THE EXCITEMENT DIC K WAS COOL AS AN WE CAKE.

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)stUIJd Weekly. By Subscription $2.so per year. Entered as Second CTau Matter at tire N. Y. Post Of/ice, by STREET & SMITH, #.]8 W171iam St., N. T. Entered accordinll' to Act of UJnlfTeSs in the year 1r;o2, in tile Office of the Librarian of Conll""ess, WasllinEton, D. C: No. 345. NEW YORK, November 2.l, 1902. Price Five Cents. DICK MERRIWELL'S SUCCESS: OR, Bound to Be a Winner. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. HARD HIT. For a moment as he lay on the ground holding the I ball for Dick Merriwell to kick the goal that must win ' he game for Fardale, Hal Darrell was seized by a I temptation to do wrong. How easy it would I ' to spoil that kick! A slight shifting of the ball just as the captain of the Fardale eleven kicked, and the at tempt for a gofil would be ruined. in Hal's heart, for he realized that Dick was again covering himself with glory, while llp in the grandstand sat June Arlington, a thrilled wit-1ess to everything that had occurred during that most -hrilling game. Because June had urged him to reconsider his de ermination not to play, Hal had humbled his proud ,, • spirit and offered to take part in the game. But even then, to his chagrin, he was left among the substitutes until Earl Gardner, who had been given his position when he withdrew from the team was ii1jured so badly that he could not coptinue in the game. Hal knew nothing of Dick's temptation to call out another player to take Gardi;er's place, which would have humiliated and infuriated Darrell to an unspeak able degree. Hal was not aware that Dick fought the temptation down, crushed it, conquered it, and did what he believed was best for Fardale, regardless of his own inclination and feelings. So Hal had been given his old position as half-back and had played a steady game, contributing greatly to Fardale's final triumph, although he made no individual play of brilliancy that distinguished him abov e the others.

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i 2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. At the same time, he had seen Dick make that great run down the field, had seen him leap clean over one tackler, and had witnessed the touchdown that tied the score between Hudsonville and Fardale. If Dick kicked the goal the game would be won. it after she got it b1ack," thought Hal. "But now she gives it to him again I And she d_oes not minsI who sees her!" It seemed very strange for a proud, high-bred girl like June to do such a thing before the assembled spec-If he failed it would most certainly temain a tie, as tators. She had been governed by her heart, not her there was not enough more playing time to enable head. Had she paused to consider, she would have either side to sctlre again, unless some amazing fluke l>hould take place. So as Hal lay on the ground, holding the ball, he was tempted. Under any circumstances Fardale would come out of the game with flying colors. During the first half she had been outplayed by the big Hudson ville chaps1 who had secured two touchdowns and a goal. Her line had been weak, and she had seemed to have very little chance of making a point. It looked like a hopeless battle against overpowering odds. But Dick had never given up for a moment. He had kept up the courage of his And all through the first half Obediah Tubbs had . contimied to ham mer at Glennon, the big center of the opposing team, until finally all the fight and sand had been taken out of the fellow, and the strongest point in Hudsonville's line became the weakest. The cadets took advantage of that weakness in the second half. The most of their gains were made through center. Glennon, limp as a rag, asked to go out of the game; but King, the captain, angrily told him to stand up to his work, knowing it would discour age the others to lose the big fellow who had never yet failed to play through any game he had entered. And when Dick Merriwell had been hurt and it seemed he must leave the field, Hal had seen June Ar lington, forgetting remembering only that Dick was stretched on the ground and might not rise again1 run out from the grandstan,d and kneel to lift his head. Standing apart, his heart beating hotly, Darrell saw her give back to Dick the locket containing her picture -the locket she had demanded and received from him a short time before. "She wo111':1 not let me have it when I asked her for been dismayed; but she scarcely knew how she reached Dick, and she seemed to come to a realization of her p< c:;ition first as she k _ nelt and , held his head. Then she had courage not to lose her nerve, and she gave him the locket as a "charm" to restore his good luck. It was after this that Dick made the run that set thirty "faithful" Fardale rooters howling mad with joy. He did it even though he reeled .and could scarcely stand when he rose to his feet. He did it by casting off his physical weakness and calling t..> his command all the astonishing reserve force of a per fectly trained young athlete. But for his training and his splendid physical condition, he would have been carried from the field, done up. In the moment of his temptation Hal realized that Dick had trusted him perfectly in calling him to hold the ball. "But he's made me help him win glory in her eyes!" was the stinging thought that followed. However, he conquered the temptation. . As Dick balanced himself, Darrell carefully lowered the ball toward the ground. The seam was uppermost and everything was ready for the kick that would decide whether the game should end a tie or Fardale should leave the field victorious. Darrell's hand was perfectly steady as Dick aclvanced quickly and kicked. Fairly over the middle of the bar sailed t . he ball, and the "faithful" shrieked and howled and thumped one another on the back and had fits. But they were not the only ones who had fits. Apart at one side of the field Chester Arlington walked round . and round in a circle, muttering and almost frothing at the mouth. Then he started for the grand stand.

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• TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 "I'll tell her what I think!" he grated. But he stopped and stared at the field, where Hudsonville was making a listless pretense of playing during the few moments that remained. He seemed to rro into a trance and stand there until the whistle blew b and the game was over. He saw the "faithful" go tearing onto the gridiron and surround Dick, and he could bear to see no more. "I believe I'll h a1e to kill him yet!" he snarled, as he turned away. He walked blindly into the rail beyond which the spectators were slowly filing out_ from the inclosure. Some of the m stared at him wonderingly, noting his wildly-glaring eyes and hearing his incoherent mutter ings. "\II/hat ails that chap?'' said a man. "Gone bughouse," intima ted "vV ho is he?" "Don't know. Saw him with that pretty girl who ran out on the field when Mer riwell was hurt." "He's a Fardale boy?" "Yes." "Must be crazy with joy. Can't blame him after seeing his team win in that w ay." Chester cravded under the rai l and bumped against a man. "Get out of the way, you old fool!" he snarled. "Vll ho are you talking to?" demanded the man, m astonishment and anger. "\II/ho are you calling an o ld fool?" "Go on," he growled. "But the young lady, sir," said the driver-"your sister." "Oh, yes!" mumbled Chester. "I had forgotten her. \Ve'll wait for her. Darrell is a thundering fool!" "I be.g your pardon, sir?" said the . driver. "Nothing that concerns you," growled Arlington, and he SJt like a graven image, waiting for June. CHAPTER II. DICK STOPS A RUNAWAY. The bruised, battered, triumphant Fardale lads peeled off their football armor in the dress ing-room beneath the stand. Earl Gaidner was there, barely able to walk, bnt supremely happy. Dick was happy, too. Scudder, partly recovered from his col l apse, was shaking hands with everybody. "It \ vas a shame!" saitl Ted Sm!rt. "I hated to see us do it ! They were so sure of the game that it seeme d like robbery to take it." "By Jim!" I'll be sore to-morrer !" piped Obediah Tubbs. "Never got no sech drubbin' before sence dad used to lay me over his knee an' swat me with the razor-strop." "But you put Glennon-on Queer street," smiled Dick. "And that was the finest thing I ever saw happen to a bruiser like hi m." "He! he! he!" came from the fat boy 1 "I kinder "You! you! you! You ran into me-me, son of D. thought I might git c alled down fer some of that busiRoscoe Arlington ! Do you hear?" ness, but the empire didn't dast say a word." "You're a crazy ass!" said the man, and walked on. Somehow those , words seemed to bring Che ster to his senses in a measure. "Brace up, old man!" he muttered , huskily. "\Vhy, 1 wouldn't have Mer riwell see yo u like this for a for tune!" He passed out through the gate with others and started away. Then he bethought himself and turned back to where a carriage, containing a driver, waited. He got into the carriage. "I should opine not," put in Buckhart. . "He per mitted Glennon to start the slugging mat . ch, and he couldn't say anything wheh it became too hot for the big tough." "Both umpire and referee were against us , " grunted Singleton. "But we won out against all odds, fellows," said Dick, cheerily. "And I am proud of you!" "It's us that be pup-pup-pup proud of you!" chattered Chip J olliby, his protruding

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4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. • Adam's apple bobbing as it always did when he was excited and tried to talk fast. "That's ! that's right!" cried the boys. "Cal>"' tain Dick was the one who turned the trick and won the game!" "No, fellows," said Dick, earnestly. "I did what I could, but to no one individual belongs the glory of this game. It was a victory won by the splendid courage and staying qualities of the whole ' team. It was the kind of courage that vvins great battles. It showed that this team is made up of the right kind of stuff. \Ve were stronger at the finish than at the start, while they were weaker. It's staying power that counts." Dick was right. And it is "staying power" that counts in the great game of life, just the same as in football. A fellow may have ability and be brilliant in his accomplishments, but if he has not "staying power" he will be beaten out every ti'i-ne by the tire ier.s, persistent, clogged plodder. The boys were not able to ' 'bathe and be rubbed clown there ' , so they hus ! led on their clothes and prepared to make for the hotel , where they might ckanse and re fresh themselves after their successful struggle. "Thunder!" moaned Tubbs. "How hungry I be ! T?on't think I ever was so hungry before in all my life." Then it was that some of the faithful appear ed with pies of various sorts, procured at a bakery in to wn , and deliver ed them to the fat boy, the one who pre sented them making a humorous speech. \i\/hen the boys piled into the big "carrrall" that was to take them to the hotel Obediah had his lap full o f pies. Holding one in each hand, he proceeded to devour them, supremely happy look on his full-moon face. Along the route he was observed with amuse ment. and he laughed and waved his pies at those who laughed at him. It seemed that almost half a hundred small boys were waiting for the Farda1e team to appear, and they ran after the carry-all, cheering and calling to one another. "Well, we seem to have won favor with the kids, anyhow," ;aid Dick. When the hotel was reached the boys leaped out and hurried in. . . / Dick was ascending the steps when a carriage bearing Chester Arlington and his sister drew up. Chester was talking to June in a manner that showed his temper. 'When he saw Dick, he ordered the driver to drive on, but June said: "You will stop here. I am going to get out here." "Not if I know it!" grated her brother, his face pale with anger. "You'll never speak to that fellow again if I can prevent .it!" "Get out, driver," said June, filmly, "and assist me to alight, if my brother is not gentleman enough to do so." The driver sprang down at once, but Arlington grasped his sister's arm to restrain her. At this moment a big dog pounced upon another in front of the bttilding, and the fighting, snarling ani mal was under the feet of the horse in a twinkling. \.Vith a snort, the animal sprang away, the reins being from the hands of the driver. Arlington had partly risen to his feet, and the sudden leap of the horse flung him backward over the seat to the ground. June Arlington was the only occupant of the car riage as the rnna>vay dashed wildly down the main street of the town. Dick had witnessed this occurrence. He made a leap clown the steps, but was too late to reach the hors. Chester Arlington sat up, looking dazed and frightened. "Stop that horsel" he cried, in genuine alarm. "A hundred dolla rs to the man who stops that horse!" Even as he uttered the woids, Dick Merriwell caught a bicycle from the h:;tnds of a boy v.ho had ridden up and was standing beside his machine. Onto the bicycle leaped the captain of the eleven, alighting in the saddle and catching the pedals instantly with his feet. Away he went after the runaway, somewhat slowly at first, but with swiftly increasing speed. "Hi! hi! Runaway! Runaway!" "Look out for that horse!" "The girl will be hurt!"

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' TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 ' 1She may be killed!" "Look at the fellow on the bike!" "He can't catch the horse!" "Couldn't stop him if he did!" The crowd rushed away after the runaway, shout-• /t{) ing loudly : Others ran out from offices and stores. In a twinkling the whole street was swarming with ex cited persons. Dick bent over the handlebars and pedaled with all the strength and _ skill he could could command. He felt that it was to be a race for life, and he set his teeth, his heart . filled with the win-or-die determina tion that had made him remarkable on the gridiron. A farmer turning in from another street barely reined his horse aside in time to avoid a collision. He caught a glimpse of the pale face of the girl in the carnage. A man ran out and waved his arms at the h orse, but he jumped aside when the animal came straight on without swerving. Another dog darted after the runaway, barking furiously and adding to its terror and speed. June turned and lo oked back. She saw the bicyclist coming after her, and she was not so frightened that she failed to recognize Dick Merriwell. The dog that had barked at the horse got in Dick's road and barely sprang aside in time. Bad the wheel struck the animal Dick's pursuit might ha v e ended there in a twinkling. It was astonishing how fast young Merriwell flew over the ground. He strained every nerve. Dick soon saw he was gaining. Fortunately the street was long and straight, and the runaway kept a fairly straight course . The reins were on the ground, and it seemed that the girl could do nothing to help herself. Once she partly rose, as if to spring from the carriage. "Don't do it!" cried Dick. "Hold on! I'll save you!" Did she hear him? whether she did or not, sh e sank back on the seat and looked round again. The lad on the bicycle was nearer-he •vas gaining. It happened that Dick had seized a racing wheel that was geared very high. Fortunately the road was level and fairly good for his purpose. Out of Hudsonville tore the runaway, but Dick was close to the carriage when the horse reached the out skirts of the town'. He was confident then that he , would soon overtake the horse . But could he stop the animal then? Watching for the opportunity, Dick pushed the wheel along by the side of the carriage. Not a word
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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. strike the lad and cause him to relinquish his hold. In "A good one! He's a rip-snorter! Not many that case, Dick would fall beneath the iron hoofs to be boys of his years could 'a' done that job!" maimed or killed. Dick spoke to them pleasantly. But the horse could not breathe, his nostrils being closed, and this soon caused it to show signs of weak ness. Its speed decreased, and 'Dick, dinging there desperately, felt that the battle would be won if he could hold out a little longer. Could he? He had made up his mind that he would -that nothing on earth should prevent it. When Dick set his mind on anything like that he al ways won. This case was no exception. Little by little the horse faltered. And then, with surprising suddenness it gave out entirely and stopped. Dick did not relinquish his hold at once. He held on, talking to the animal and trying to allay its fears. In this he succeeded wonderfully, until he soon was confident enough to let up and permit the animal to hreathe. When the creature was fully quieted and under con trol, young Merriwell turned to the girl in the car riage . He was hatless, flushed, triumphant, hand some. "You are quite safe, Miss Arlington," he said. "Thanks to you," she answered, in a voice that did not tremble. "But I knew you would do it!" CHAPTER III. A BITTER PTLL TO SWALLOW. Two men driving out of town in pursuit of the run away met Dick Merriwell, with June Arlington at his side, serenely driving back into town. I "By thunder!" said one of the men, wonderingly. "This beats the world! He's stopped the horse and is driving the critter back as cool as you please . " "Who is he? " asked the other man. "Dick brother of Frank Merriwell, the great Yc:de athlete, who used to go to school at Far-dale." "Well, he's a good one." "V./ e were after the runaway," said one of the men; "but I rather think you don't need none of our help." "Thank you, no,'' said Dick. "But you might drive on a short distance and pick . up that bicycle. I think it is pretty badly smashed. If you'll bring it back to the hotel I'll be much obliged." "We'll do it," said both men. "Good boy! Well done!" was shouted at him from all sides as he drove along the main street toward the hotel. \Vhen he reached the hotel he found a crowd gathered there. Chester Arlington, pale as a ghost and covered with dirt, was sitting on the steps. The Fardale crowd was on hand to cheer Dick, but he called on them to be quiet. "This horse is nervous enough now," he said. "Do you want to start him off again!" "He'd be all right with you behind him," declared Joe Savage. "That's Dick Merri well!" piped a small boy, burst ing with enthusi as tic admiration. "Ain't he jest a peacherino !" "Boy, it's marvelous!" declared a man. "You de serve great credit. It may be that you saved this girl's life! She shouldn't forget that." " I won't!" murmured June, loud enough for Dick to hear. The driv e r took the horse by the head. "I'll hold him," he said, "while you get out. I don't know how I can thank you for keeping him from smashing the team and injuring himself." "Where is my bicycle?" asked the boy from whose hands Dick had snatched the wheel. "Here it comes," Di ck answered, noting that the two men in the team were approaching, with the ruined bicycle held before them . "But I'm afraid you'll never ride it again." "Well, that's pretty tough on me," said the boy,

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 sadly, yet plainly trying to keep from showing his grief. "I won that for a prize in a race at the county fair this fall. But I ain't going to fuss over it as long as you stopped the horse and kept her from being hurt." "Perhaps you'll get another orie all right," said Dick. "I think you will, even i I have to pay for it." "You won't have to do that," declared the man who had been among the _ first to express his admiration over Dick ' s feat. "The girl's brother said he'd give a hundred dollars to the one who stopped the horse. iThat ought to buy another wheel." "But I didn't mean that I'd give it to him!" said Chester Arlington, weakly. "What?" roared the man. "\iVhat's the difference who stopped the horse? I heard you telling since the runaway started that you are the son of D. Roscoe Ar lington, the great railroad man. If that's so, your father can buy a whole bicycle factory without going broke. Y or1' d better keep your word.,, "You mind your business!" jerked out Chester, try . ing to rise from the ' steps to meet June, who had been assisted to the ground by Dick. "It was on his ac count that--" Then Che s ter ' s knee s buckl e d be n eath him , arid he dropped in a limp heap at the foot of the steps. \iVith a cry , Jun e bent over him. "He' s hurt!" she e x claimed, in gr.eat agitation. "Chester! Chester! Spe . a k to me, brother!" But Chester Arlington . lay white and -still on the ground. "I think he has fainted , Mi s s Arling t on, " said Dick. "Don't be alarmed. He may not be seriously hurt at all. The fright over your danger may have brought this on. Come , f e llows, Jet's carry him into the hotel." Brad Buckhart drew back. "Well, I don't care about my hands on the coyote," he muttered. There were others, however, who were ready to assist Dick, and Chester was borne into . the hotel, where he was by . one of the village doctors ;who had joined the crowd. In a few moments he re covered. The doctor was unable to tell just how ' much Chester was hurt, and he was taken to a room for fu r ther ex amination and treatment. June kept close to h im. be traying the greatest anxiety on his acc o unt. Chester ' s back was injured, and he di d not s eem tc.• have strength 1eriough in his legs to' wa lk. However , as he lay on the bed, he gave hi s sister a repro a chful look, saying: ''See what you have brought me to, June! It was all on account of your and--" "Oh, hush, Cliester !" she said, gently. "I am very sprry anything happened to you." "And you came near being killed, too. If you had--" "Don't talk that way! I am all right , thanks to Mr. Merriwell." He started as if he had been stabbed with a keen point, his face showing pain and anger . "That fellow! that . fellow!" . he p a nted. "That he shou!Cl be the one ' t o ' stop the ho r se! Oh, I'd given anything rather than had him save you!" "I presume you would have preferred to see m e thrown out and injured or she exclaimed. "No," he huskily s aid, "no, June! Oh, you don't kn o w how I felt when I reali z ed what had happened and th a t you might be hurt! I tried to get up and run after the horse, but I didn't have the strength . June, you know I-I wouldn't have harm come to you for anything. You know it! But to have him save you!" There was no doubting Chester Arlington's affection for his sister; but his hatred for Dick Merri well was equally intense . "My dear brother!" she murmured, gently touching his h air:. "Don't be silly! -Don ' t worry any more . l t's all right. " _ ' 'No, no; all wron g!" he groaned. HAPPINESS AND MISERY. Dick escaped from the crowd and from his friends and took a bath followed by a brisk rub-down. When this was over , he donned his clothes, feeling pretty well, for all of the game he had played through, for alL of

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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. his exertions in pursuing the i:unaway, for all of the strain and bruises _ received in stopping the frightened horse. Being m perfect physical condition, he recovere
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