Dick Merriwell's defense, or, Up against the great Eaton five


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Dick Merriwell's defense, or, Up against the great Eaton five

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Dick Merriwell's defense, or, Up against the great Eaton five
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LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA issued Weekly. By Subscrz pttun $2.Jo per year. E ntered as Second Class Matter a t i liew 1 "ork Post Uj/ice by STREET & ... 111 1 , 238 i>tJu 41 ft T I. .J ,. A/If{; IS;< -... QTTICK AS A FLASH.DICK SNAPPED THE BALL THROUGH BETWEEN POTTER'S LEGS. IN A DARING UPWARD CAii FOR THE B A SKET.

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If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories i unexcelled in any part of this world to-day. Don't fail to read these stories if you have not already. 319-Dick Merriwell as Captain; or, In Spite of His Enemies. 320-Dick Merriwell's Peril; or, Hugo Darkmore's Last Deed. 321-Dick Merriwell Challenged; or, Getting Into Fast Company. 322-Dick Merriwell's Team; or, The Young Wonders of the Diamond. 323-Dick Merriwell's Confidence; or. The Spirit That V.lins. 324-Dick Merriwell's Shot; or, For Life or Death. 325-Dick Merriwell's Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 326-Frank Merriwell on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick Merriwell in Trim; or, The Boy Wonder of the League. 328-Frank Merriwell's Honor; or, Defying the Boss 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 Merriwell's Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's . Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Season. 333-Dick Merriwell's New Ball; or, The Boy \ i\Toncler at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger:" or, Winning an Uphill Game. 335-0ick Merriwell's Stroke: or, Unmasking the Man of !viystery. 336-Frank Merriwell's Winners; or, Landing on T op in Mad River League. 337-Dick l VIerrjwell's Return: or, Back Again t o the Old School. 338-Dick Merriwell's Pifficnlties ; or, Mak!ng Up the Eleven. 339-Dick Merriwell's Mercy; or. The First Game on the Gridiron. 340-Dick Merriwell's Dash ; o r , Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set: or, Friends and Foes at Fardale. • 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young G ladiators of the Gridiron. Merriwell's Mascot; or, By Luck o r Pluck. 344.-Dick Merriwell's Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried. j45_...Dick Merriwell's Success; or, Bound to be a \!\Tinner. 346-Dick Merriwell's Determination; or, The Courage that Conquers . 347-Dick Mer6,Yell's Readiness; or, \t\Tho Stole the Papers? 348-Dick Merriwell's Trap; o r . Snaring a Sp ook. 349-Dick Merriwell's Vim: or, The Greatest Game of All. 350-Dick Merriwell's Lark: or, Beaten at Every Turn. 351-Dick Merriwell's Defense; o r, Up Against the Great Eaton Five. 352-Dick Merriwell's Dexterity: or, Hot Work to the Finish. • With TIP ToP No. 285 begins the now famous Fardale Series, in which Dick Merriwell has entered the good old school at which the career of Frank Merriwell also began some years ago. Thousands of young Americans will want to read of the fine things that Dick i Merriwell has done, is doing and will in the future do. i .. ... .. .. .. ..

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Isszud Wultly. By Sw/Jscription la.so per YNr. Entered tU Second Clau Matter at tlu N. Y. Post OjJiu, /Jy STREET & SMITH, a,J8 William St. N. Y. Entered a c cordingto A c t of Cong-ress in the year rQO.J, in the Office of tlu Librarian of Cong-rus, Wasliington, J). C: ' • No. 35J. NEW YORK, January 3, 1903. Price Five Cents. DICK MERRIWELL'S DEfENSt:: OR, Up Against the Great Eaton Five. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER L ON THE ICE., Swat-whizz ! Goal I "Whoop! Yi ! yi ! yi !" Brad Buckhart broke out with a wild cowboy yell as he saw Dick Merriwell send the rubber puck whist ling past Chester Arlington and flashing between the goal posts, in spite of the efforts of the goal tender to stop it. Brad was not on skates. He had tried it once a year before, and he was lame and sore for several days after he found him self reclining "on the back of his neck" on the ice and trying to count stars, although it was broad daylight. Once was enough for Brad. But on this half holiday he had hastened to the lake to watch the other skaters, and he was on hand to cheer for his class when, in a cove that served as a natural rink, the regular ice hockey game between the plebes and yearling:; took place. Dick Merriwell had not been on liand to take part in the first half of the game; but when he appeared he was promptly hustled out for the last half, and he it was who had made the winning goal for the yearlings, as Buckhart very well knew. Brad had his watch out , and he was confident the plebes could not tie the score in the remaining ten seconds of play. He was right, and the victory went to the yearlings. When this result became certain, the great mass of yearlings drawn up on one side of the cove broke forth into their class y ell, finishing with derisive cries at the plebes, who h el d the opposite shore. The plebes were much disappointed, and well they might be, for their hopes had been high, and there had seemed every prospect that their team would defeat their natural rivals. Chester Arlington was fast on skates , and he knew the game of ice hockey. No one doubted that. He had made it hot work for the yearlings, but he could not win all by himself, and the putting of Merriwell

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2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. into the game had turned the tide against him and his team. He was furious when the game was finished. For all of his exertions, for all of the keen air that had whipped the red glow into other cheeks, his face was pale as he turned on Marsh, panting beneath his breath: "Why didn't you stop that goal? You were too slow!" "\Vhy didn't you stop it?" demanded Marsh, not at all pleased. "You were cover point, and you had him blocked, but you let him snap the rubber right round your heels." "You were asJ.eep !" returned Chester, angrily, turning and skating away. , had hoped to redeem himself i'n the eyes of Doris Templeton, who had watched the game. He also hoped to get onto the regular Fardale hockey team, which had not been definitely made up. And now he feared that both these plans had been baffled in a twin lding by Merriwell's successful drive for goal. He saw Dick skate over to Anson Day, who was to manage the ice hockey team, and who had been watch ing the game with keen interest. Dan spoke to Dick, who stopped. ''They're saying something about me," thought Chester,_ jealously. "Merriwell is throwing me down." Immediately he skated quietly and swiftly toward the two. As he drew near he distinctly heard Dick say: "--no good or they would have beaten us!' Immediately he jumped at the that Dick saying he was no good. "So you are throwing me down again, are you ?" he exclai!ned , coming up and stoppi11g. "You don't mean for me to have any kind of a show here, do you?" Dick looked surprised, and then frowned. Day betrayed astonishment. "What's the matter with you, Arlington?" he asked. "You're nutty, that's what ails you!" "I heard him!" asserfed Chester. "I heard him knifing me behind my back. I heard him say I was no gobcl. He knows I want to get onto the hockey team, and he's bound I shall not." Day laughed. "You're off your trolley," he said. "Merriwell was just saying the rest o . f your team was no good and that you did not have decent support or you would have bea en the yearlings." Arlington looked surprised, but he had no reason to doubt the word of Anson Day, so he suddenly found himself in a decidedly awkward position. "I thought I understood him to say something else," he mumbled, the color coming to his face now, while his eyes dropped before Dick's half-amused, half-con temptuous glance. "You know I didn't get a chance to play football, and-and so--" "It was your own fault," declared Day, who was one of the F ardale athletic committee. "You would not come out like the other candidates. You have shown what you can do on skates, and you may be given a show on the hockey team." "Thank you," said Chester, in a manner that W3:S quite surprising for him, as he was naturally haughty and overbearing, which had made him unpopular out side his own class. "I don't think you'll make a mis take if you give me a chance." Then he turned away , without a worp of apology to Dick. "The trouble with that fellow," said Day, "is his unspeakable self-conceit. But he's getting some of that taken out of him." Arlington was sorry he had made a blunder in ap proaching Day and Merriwell as he did. He saw Doris Tei11pleton standing on the shore with a pair of skates in her hand, and a sudden desire to offer his services came upon him. "But it won ' t do," he muttered. "She'd give me the throw-down. That's what galls think a little country . girl like her can have the nerve to give me the marble heart! Anyho iv, s he took that kidnap ing joke all right, though it probably pleased her when I got the worst of it." . Chester had feared that his little plot to make him seli a h e ro in th e eyes of Doris had resulted in his complete undoing; but he was inexpres s ibty relie ved ,vhen he found they both to think he had re ceived much the " : orst of it and had been punished enough. He had tried to , explain that it was notliing more than a joke, only to be. checked by Dick, who ad vised him to keep as still as possible about it. Arlington was a beautiful skater, :1n
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 ice, on which knelt Brad Buckhart, who was busily tightening up her skates. "Say," Brad was chttckling, "didn't my side partner do that little trick slick? You bet he did! Why, Arlington thought he had him tied in a knot, and Dick just whisked the puck round Chet's shins and sent it zipping between the posts as slick as you please. He's the real thing." Chester heard some of this, and longed to kick the Texan in the head. "That big duffer is always blowing about Dick Merriwell !" he mentally exclaimed. "It's enough to turn a fellow's stomach to hear him!" Suddenly a look of animation came into the face of Doris. She had seen Hal Darrell start out frorn the opposite side of the cove. At the same time it seemed that Dick Merriwell observed her and skated toward her. Hal saw Dick, who was much nearer Doris, and he skated harder. Dick was c1uite unaware of Hal's ap . proach, and so it happened that Darrell flashed past him and reached Doris, offering to help her with her skates. Laughingly, Doris accepted Hal's offer, while Dick, a little perpiexed, turned away. "That's the time you got left, Merriwell," laughed Chester Arlington. as Dick skated past . . Dick did not seem to hear him. CHAPTER II. ... AR LI N GT 0 N' S TR I C .K. Somebody was waving to Dick from the shore. He saw a group of fellows gathered at that point, and skated over. "Hi! hi!" cried Oliver Stone. "Guess what, Merriwell ! Got a challenge!" ''Who has a challenge?" asked Dick. "Dow. Challenge for a game next Saturday." "Dow? \Vhy, he is manager of the basketball team." "Yes. It's a challenge to play basketball." "Ob, I was thinking of ice hockey. \Vho challenges?" "Guess." "No use. Tell a fellow." "Eaton." ''Eaton?" exclaimed Dick, in great surprise. "Why, they have the finest basketuall team anywhere around here, and Fardale is scheduled to close the season with them. " "Well, somehow they found out we had no game 'Saturday, and they have sent a challenge, offering to play in the Fardale rink. What do you think of that?" "It's interesting," admitted Dick. "Interesting!" echoed Stone. "I should say so! vVhy, they say those fellows are in first-class trim now. We're in no conditi1on to meet them., We can't af-: ford to accept the challenge." "It seems to me," said Dick, "that you can't afford to decline to accept it." Elmer Dow, manager of the basketball team, was listening to this with great interest, as were others of the group. Now Dow spoke up. "We don't want to be buried by Eaton," he said. "Those fellows are looking foi; revenge for the defeat at football, and that's just why they have sent this challen ge now. Foster will not be able to play, and the team will not be in the best possible condition." "Are you sure Foster will not be able?" "Doctor says not." "Well, I think there are plenty of others to play, and I don't think Fardale ought to refuse any challenge sent by Eaton." There were plenty of fellows to agree with Dick, and the discussion waxed warm again . Che s ter Arlington had approached, and he was not long in taking part in it. Nor did he hesitate to offer himself to play on the team in place of Foster, who was ill. He also asserted that he knew the game thor oughly. Some attention was given to Chester, as he had dem onstrated that he could . play ice hockey, and he was invited to come out for practice, which he agreed (o do. Dick Merriwell was not on the basketball team, al though he had been urged to become a member. He had given up so much of his time and atte11tion to other things that he had felt forced to decline. But his advice was sought in regard to all things pertain ing to sports and athletics at the academy: Well pleased \\"ith the of getting a trial on both the hockey and basketball teams, Arlington began to give an exhibition of fancy skating near t11e shore . .He did the ot:tside roll, both forward and back ward, he cut figures on the ice. he wrote his name, and he did a score of difficult and graceful things.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. During this exhibition he approached the channel near the foot of the lake, where the water began to move faster . on its way out. This was not a great dis tance from the shore, but always the channel there was last to freeze over, and it continued to be more or less dangerous while skating lasted. Having had some experience there a year before, and realizing that Chester knew little or nothing about the danger, Dick skated out to him and warned him. "You'll get • a ducking there if you don't look out," be said. "The ice is pretty thin where you are now." "Thanks awfully!" returned Chester, with flippant disregard. "I think I'm able to take-care of-mys elf." But he faltered over the final words, for the ice buck l ed and cracked beneath him most alarmingly, and he los t little time in getting away from the dangerous plac e . " Let's see you do a of these stunts, Merriwell," he said. "You are so clever at everything! I sup pose you can give me points?" "No," Dick, quietly. "I make no pre tense of being a fancy skater. Last year was my first on .skates." 1'0h, is it possible!" Arlington. "Is it pos sible there is something you cannot do better than e v erybody else? _ Dear me I I'd hardly it I" It happened that Doris Templeton and Hal Darrell had paused near enough to hear some of this, and Doris quickly said: "If Dick is not a fancy skater, he's swift enough on his feet to defeat any one on the ice to-day." "You may think so, Miss Templeton," said Chester; "but I doubt it very much . I am willing to race him, or any one else here." "Race him, Dick, and you, t oo, Hal!" exclaimed Doris, a glow in her cheeks. "You can both beat him," she added, in a low tone. Hal was ready enough, and Dick consented. Hal had not forgotten that Dick had passed him in a race a year before , and he had ne v er felt quite ;;atisfied o v er it, as he had thought the race won and had ceased to do his best. So it happened that, in a few minutes, preparations were made for the race, which aroused great interest and caused the cadets to throng the shore 'near the starting point. _ :The course decided on was straight up _ the lake from the starting point, round Glen Island and ' back again. Arlington had his hockey stick in his hands. He had kept it since the game. When somebody suggested that he should leave it during the race, he answered that he could skate better and faster with it in his . hands. Smart was chosen as the starter, and, when every thing was ready, he called the trio up to a line he ha
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 have defeated Merriwell at something I And I have beaten Darrell, too. It's hard to tell which one of them stands best with Doris; but she'll see me come in ahead of them both." Thinking his lead enough so that it was not necessary to keep at his best speed, Chester slackened some what. As he neared the island , howe v er, he heard the clear ringing of skate irons close behind. Turning a startled glance backward , he discovered Dick Merriwell overhauling him with astonishing swiftnes s . "What's thi s ?" he thought, as he immediately struck out with grea t vigor. " \ i\Thy , the fellow i s trying to m a ke a re a l r ac e if it! H e i s trying t o pu s h me!" . It seemed that Dick had gained such headway that the efforts of Chester were unav ailing to maintain the breach between them. As they came yet near e r t o the island, Dick was close to Arlington's heels, and from the crowd on the distant shore far down the lake came a faint cheer. Chester was alarmed, and his alarm seemed to rob him in a measure of his speed. He swung round a shoulder of the island with a cut stroke, and as he turned Dick Merriwell appeared at his side, also using a cut stroke to make the turn. Arlington could scarcely b e lieve his senses. To him it did not seem pos s ible t ha t Dick . had been able to come up with him so fast. And now he was seized by a sudden fear that somehow this fellow would d efea t him again, as he always defeated him at everything. The thought gave him a chok:ing sensation of rage. He turned to look into Dick's . flushed face, and there he saw an expression of determination that t o ld half the secret of Dick' s success. Merriwell never gav e up. Whatever he attempted he did with all his soul. There was no fooling about it. "He shall not beat me!" inwardly cried Chester. Dick was quite near. With a sudden movement, Arlington thrus t the hockey stick between Merriwell's legs, tripping him neatly and hea v ily. Dick went d ow n and s lid al ong the ice , w hile the s tick was s napp e d fr o m C he s ter' s han . d and went s pinning away. Arlington laughed harshly . "Struck hard, " he thought. " I guess that jarred hlm some.. Be, won't be . in c<; m . dition.,to speed up much when he . cint6 his ' The islancfflad hidden them from view ofthose fat down the lake, and therefore Chester's treacherous trick had not bee.n seen. Arlington sped on alone. CHAPTER III. . JUST IN TIME. It gave Dick a great shock as he went down on the black ice. His carried him om.vard; and he heard the laugh of sati s faction that escaped the lip s of his enemy . Perhaps that laugh di d more than an ything else to rouse Dick and set him quickly on his feet again. S t ill C hester had succeeded in obtaining a good lead . ' Darrell came round th e sh o ulder of the i s land _ in time to see Dick scrambling up . and wondered how he had happened to fall. Of course, Dick had to get under headway again, and all the while his enemy was gait1;ing. Arlington dis appeared from view roui1d the island. Dick ' s lips 1 pressed together and his nostrils d i tated as he into stroke again. He had struck on his left in falling, and it hurt him now, while his whole leg seemed numb and stiff . "What's the matter?" a s ked Darrell , who had al most overtai
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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "More ' than one, too! Several of them must have gotten together on a weak spot." He saw a fellow on the shore running with a pole of some sort, which was turned over to one of the skaters. Of course, it was impossible at that distance to see who had broken through the ice, but something told Dick that one or more of the girls were among the un fortunates. What if Doris or Felecia should be one of them? Now Dick Merriwell was skating! Never in his life had he made such speed on skates. He flung every particle of strength and nerve into the effort. The wind stung his cheeks and whistled past his ears, while beneath his feet the ice seemed rushing backward in a great glittering streak. Arlington had discover-ed what had happened, and he, also, was straining every nerve. But the great crowd was not watching this won derful race. The' boys were doing their best to rescue the ones in peril. Chester, however, heard the clear sound of skates behind him. He could not believe it was Merriwe'll until he ventured to glance back and saw Dick coming like the wind. "Well, confound that fellow!" grate9' Arlington. "I've got to to beat him now!" Dick, however, had flung aside all thoughts of the race, and he was doing his level best to reach those who were in peril of drowning and give them a help-ing hand. / Chester dashed on, but he felt his heart pounding furiously and threatening to .choke him. He co1:1ld not :fill his lungs, for his breath seemed caught away almost before it entered them. Nearer and nearer came the sound of the ringing skates. A great fury rose in Chester's heart. 'vVas he 11ever to get the best of Merriwell in anything? As for Dick, he had forgotten that he was racing with Arlington . His s ole object now was to reach the scene of peril as soon as possible. He was using his eyes, as well as h i s feet. He saw Felecia, and a feeling of thankfuln ess flas h e d through him. Past Arlington D ick s ped. He saw two persons dragged dripping from the water while he was yet some distance away. As he dashed yet nearer another -a girl-was dtawn out. It was Zona Desmond. Zona and Doris had come to the lake togethe1.-, and something told Dick Doris was still in the water, for one yet remained. This one had caught hold of the end of the pole thrust out to her, but her benumbed hands slipped off and down she went from sight amid the sheets of broken ice. "It is Doris!" gasped Dick. He did not stop, but when yet some distance from the great hole in the ice he flung himself forward on his stomach. Over the ice he slid and straight up to the opening, which he reached just as the helpless girl rose to the surface and flung up her hands. Dick grasped one of her wrists. The next moment the ice sank beneath him, and he, too, was precipitated into the water. The hands of the girl clutched at him, and the chill of the water seemed to strike to his bones. He had been right in thinking it was Doris, and he felt that he had reached her barely in time. He found it no easy task to keep his head al;>ove the surface and force his way through the broken ice toward the ragged edge of the hole. And when he reached the edge of the ice and put out his arm upon it it broke again. The boys with the pole pushed one end out to him and he caught hold of that with his free hand. But the y were too eager, and the y jerked it away in their excitement. "Steady, you fellow s !" he called. "Don't be in such a hurry. Let me get a good hold." But here came Brad Buckhart, carrying a long board. Brad had fallen down three or four times in trying to reach the opening in the ice, but he succeeded at last, pushing the board out ahead of him. Then he crept along at full length on the board and seized Dick ' s wrist with his muscular hand, from which he had stripped a glove. "Got you, pard-got you good and solid!" exclaimed the Texan, triumphantly. "Now we'll have you and Doris out of there in a hurry, bet your boots!" Both Arlington and Darrell had reached the scene of excitement. Chester had given up when Dick pa s sed him, yet he was somewhat ahead of Hal. Still it w2s Hal who had flung himself at full length and clutched Buckhart's ankles, crying to the others to get hold of his feet and pull. In this manner a human life line was formed and Dick and Doris were drawn from the water. A great cheer went up from the exc i ted spectators.

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\ TIP TOP \VEEKLY. 7 Those aiready pulled out of the water had been wrapped in dry overcoats and hustled away, and other overcoats were ready for Dick and Doris. She was nearly unconscious, and the lifted her and started with all haste toward the nearest house . Chester Arlington looked on, his heart overflowing with jealous rage and disgust. "That was my opportunity to put myself right with Doris Templeton ," he thought, "and I lost it. But, worse than everything else, Merriwell was able to pla y the hero again . He has the inside track with her now. Not even Darrell has a show. But I can fix it so my sister will never have anything fur ther to do with him. I'll queer him with June, you bet! " CHAPTER IV. BILLY BRADLEY TELLS A NEW STORY. Having taken a shower and a rub, Billy Brad ley dressed and left _ the gym., feeling like a fighting cock. Ted Smart stopped him. outside the door. "Have y ou h eard the late st, Sir \Villiam ?" he in quired. "Really Hi dunno," answered Bradley, doubtfully. "What is the latest?" "A girl from Texas wrote home from college to her parents that she had fallen in love with ping pong. Immediately her father sat down and wrote right back: 'Give him np ! . They don't no Chinaman marry into this here family!' " Then Ted laugj1ed and poked Billy in the ribs with his thumb, while Bradley stared at him blankly. "See the point ?" asked Smart, still chuckling. "Hi suppose there is a point?" inquired Billy. "V/hy, of course!" exclaimed Ted, as he repeated the story. The Cockney youth scratched his head . "Ping P?ng i s a game.' he said, in a puzzled ''.'ay. "What \\"as the matter with the blootning old duffer?" "Oh, but you're quick to catch on!" said Smart. . "I a lways bring a good story to you , because I know you will appreciate it. Take a tumble to yourself." A third time Ted gave the story . Billy s tood quite still, his eyes fixed on vacancy, an, expression of pain ful thought on his rather heavy face. Finally it " began to dawn on him, his face relaxed a l"ittle, his mouth opened, he looked at Smart, a smile started from his eyes, it spread to a grin, he lifted his right hand and his right foot, and, finally , with a great burst of laugh ter, he brought his open hand down slap on his knee. " '.Ow dear! 'ow dear!" he cried, his face crim son with laugh t er. " 'Ow funny that is! Why, the old boy t hought ping pong was the name of a Chinaman!" "That's it ," nodded Ted. "Now you've caught it all right. " "And 'e belonged in Texas?" "That's what." " 'Ow dear me!" laughed Billy. "\Vhat a good one hon Buck'art! ' Ave you told hit to 'im?'' "Not yet." Now Billy always took delight in repeating any story he heard, and he usual l y repeated it after his owp fashion. At once he besought Teel to permit him to spring this one on Brad. That was just what Ted wanted , and so the mischievous little rascal said: . "Go ahead, Sir \Villiam. Come on, now. There are some fellmvs up in lvlerriwell and Buckhart's room, congratulating Dick on his cleYer work in pulling D o ris Templeton out of the w;:iter this afternoon. \ Ve'll g 0 right up, and you paste it all over B r ad. " So he locked arms with Bradley, and away they went to the room occupied by Brad and Dick. Jolliby, Singleton and Dow were the Yis itors in the room. Dick had changed his clothes and was looking none the worse for the thrilling adventure he had passed through and the cold plunge into the lake . Buckhart was standing by the mantle. "Hi say, Buck'art," cried Billy, after he bad nodded to the others, " 'ave you 'eartl the latest story habout the man down hiff 'Texas who sen t 'is daughter: haw ay to college?'' Brad winked a t the ot hers. He had heard Bi l l ti:y to .tell a story befor-e. "I opine 1\e missed that one ," confessed the Texan ; "''How does it go , Bilfy. old broncho? Spiri iLto u s.' In g; eat cl-elight. Bradley began: ' '.'You see as 'ow it was this way: The girl . she g oes hoff to coflege. v. hile she write s 'ome that she 'as fallen hin love 'with_..:..er-with-croquer. Then the hold gentlemati. 'e writes back to 'er: 'Give him Imp. Hi'll have no Japanese marrying hinto this fami ly!'" Billy roared, again slapping his ktiee. He flu ng back his head and his eyes as he laughed . Sud denly he became aware that he was the only person laughiNg. He stopped with amazing suddenness a nd

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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. stared at the others resentfully. They were gazing at him in helpless inquiry. "Go on with the story," urged Buckhart. "Hey?" gasped Bradley. "\Ve're waiting to hear the rest of the story." "Why, that's the 'ole of_it !" "The whole of it? \Vell, where's the joke?" Billy choked his disgust. "\tVhat's the matter, hanyow ?" h e cried . "You're a thick-'eaded lot if you <:an't see the joke. Hit's plain h enongh., The girl she wrote 'ome that she 'ad fallen bin l ove .with-er-with law n tennis, you see. . The hold man wrote right b ack for 'er to give 'im up, as 'e wonldn't ' a ve no Japanese marrying hinto 'is family. Now can't you see the p oin t, you hlooming basses?" Bradley was highl y indigr;ant, and he felt like falling on the m and trying to beat the "point" into their heads. His anger was really amus in g. and J o lliby could not help grinning at it. lmmediately Billy m ade a for Chip, grabbing hitn by the arm a11d shouting: ":'.'\ow you see hit! you see bit! Hi knew you would! You ca.n't 'elp it!' Hit's a good one\on Buck'art. Laugh at hit-laugh 'ard !" In fact. Ted Smart was on the point of shrieking with la ughter, for he \Yas the only one who saw the joke in it ail. "Bub-Bub-Bradley," said Jolliby, his Adam's apple bobbing after it's usual queer way, "T a c hise you to have an interpreter for your sus-sus-stories . " Billy fell back, groaning. The door opened . and Obediah Tubbs. the fat boy, came rolling into the room, his full moon face 'Heathed in a smile. "Dern my picter squeaked. in his liiglq.1itchecl voice. "I jest want to congratnbte Dick on the way he scooted along the ice an' siid inter that watter an' grabbed that gal. It was the slickest piece of busi. ness I ever saw, by gum!" Bradley on Obediah. 'Ave you 'earcl t he latest stdry haboni the man who lived down hin Texas?" he splntterecl, in ,.,-ilcl excite ment. "Guess not," confessed Tubbs. "My folks they Ii v e clown there though they come frum clown East in the fust place." "Then Hi ham going to tell you the story," declared Bradley. "Hand Hi want you to laugh a,t hit." "Is it funny?" "Hawful funny." "AJJ, right. Let her rip. I'm all ready to bu'st my buttons off larfin'." Bradley was so excited and confused that he almost stuttered as he began. "There was a girl from down in Texas hand she went haway t o college, 'don't y' 'now. Hafter she 'ad been in college a while, she wrote 'ome: 'Hi 'ave fallen bin l ove with a Japanese.' Himmediately her father sat down hand wrote right back: 'Give him Imp . Hi'll 'ave no biooming croquet game bin my family.' Now bugh, blast your blo oming heyes, or Hi'll kick you!" Obediah gazed at Billy in blank amazement. Then he began to back away from the Cockney youth, his big, rotund face wearing an expression of apprehension, while h is eyes bulged. "Take him away!" he squeaked. "He's dangerous! Dern my picter ! I believe he's gone plumb crazy fer sure!" I Billy was flabbergasted. He fell back against the table, looking weak and faint. Thea he turned on Ted Smart , and h e really had a dangerous glare in his eyes: "You hare to blame for hit hall!" he roared, furi ously. "Hi don't believe there was hany joke hin your old story!-Hi don' t belieYe it 'ad a p oin t hat hali !" vYhen Ted iaughed Billy made a jump for him. Fortunately for the littl e fellow, he nimbly dodged under the table and through to the other side . Then he kept the table between himself and Bradley, dodging around it as the furious Cockney youth tried to catch him. '"It's a put up job for them not to laugh, Billy," de clared Ted. "I sv,;ear to you that the story was aw fully fnnny the way yon told it. It \vas the funniest thing J h<:ffe heard in a month. There is a conspiracy here against you. Just go out and tell it t-0 other f e llovYS and see how soon they laugh at you." Bradley stopped. "Hi Hi will try hit," he said. "Hif they laugh Hi'll know hit was a put up job, hand Hi'll come bac k 'ere hand knock a fe" 'eads together. " Then he hurried from t he room. Half an h our bter the report was brought in that he was wandering from room to room \Yildly repeating a sense l ess mess of gibberish and threatening to murder any one who re fused to laugh at i t. "Bi!ly is a corker when it comes to telling stories," chuckled Smart.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 CHAPTER V. D I C K S T R I K E S . Dick Merriwell's advice was followed, and the chal lenge of the Eaton basketball team was accepted by .Elm e r Dow. This was done on the very day the chal lenge was received, Dow having urged Dick to take the place of Fred Foster, who was ill. :r'his Dick had agreed to d o , if n e cessary. But on the following day there was cause for regret at the hasty action in accepting the challenge, for Dick Merriwell was very lame and unable to take part in practice. His knee had been badlv hurt in his fall on the ice, it was necessary to doctor .it carefully. "But you will . be able to play on the night of the g a me , " said i>ow, anxiously. Dick sho o k his head. "I am afraid not," he. said. "A feilow wants two good legs under him to play that game. Besides . . I shall not be in fir s t-class trim, for I lack practice." "But what. can we do?" despen:itely exclaimed the manager of the team. "I can't bear to think of letting those f ellows put it all over us!" They talked the matter over, discussing the mo s l available players to fill the vacant position. At la st , not a little to the surprise of Dow, Dick suggested gi, ing Che s ter Arlingto n a trial. "Arlington?" cri ed Dow. "\Vhy, I didn ' t suppo s e you-you would suggest him!" ''I have heard that he knows the game and is said to be a clever player." he is your enemy?" "There is no friendship between us," admitted Di ck. "But this is not a c a se where friendship shm1ld be considered at all." Still Dow c ould not help thinking it was the most natural thing in the world for most fellows to belittle an enemy and praise a friend regardless of the actual worth of either. He realized that Dick Merriwell although naturally passionate and revengeful, had r i sen above such pettiness; but he did not know the effort it had cost Dick, nor the bitter struggle young :Merriwell had waged to overcome his natural disposi tion and make himself som ething higher and better than he had been at the beginning. Frank 1\.Ierr i well had been Dick's model. and never had a fellow worked harder to bec o me his model. At first it had seemed impos s ible, at first he had often be e n discouraged : but the longer he ke pt at it. the firmer he held to his d et erminati o n, g-rew the obstacles and the easier became the path he had so resolutely set his feet upon. He had discovered the secret of success. "Do you really think Arlington capable?" asked Dow, hesitatingly, for he still wondered if Dick had not spoken .in ridicule . "I can't about that, but it will do no harm to give him a trial. I want Fardale to win, and it makes no difference to me whether this fellow is a friend or an enemy if he can help bring about the desired result." "All right," said Elmer. "On your recommenda tion I'll give him a trial." So it happened that on that very day Arlington was given an opportunity to show what he could do in the practice game held in the gymnasium. The challenge from Eaton had awakened great intere s t in basketball team, and a large number of cadets thronged into the gym. to watch the practice. Arlington was given the position of right forward on the regular team , against which a scrub team was pitted. Buckhart, who played center for the regulars and ' h ' who knew nothing of the intention to try Chester, was at once, and threatened to resign. Dow, how ever, managed to pacify him, and the game began. The scrubs made it lively enough for the regulars, but it was not long before Chester Arlington demonstarted his fitness to hold the position he had been given. He was fast on his feet, quick with his hands, and he knew just what to do when he got the ball or when he sought to prevent an opposing player from accomplishing a desired object. Besides, Arlington made the first goal. Dick was watching this practice and making occa sional suggestions to Dow, who listened to them will ingly. The principal trouble with the players was the lack of team work. -"What do you think of Arlington?" asked the man a g er. "He seems to be all rig.ht," said Dick. "Don't you think so?" "He's a surprise to me," confessed Elmer. when the practice was over Chester walked qver to Dow and asked point blank : \iVell, Mr. Dow, are you sati s fied? Have I made good?" "You d id well," s a id D o \\'. "_\ :1cl a m I t o p lay on the t e am?" "Y cs , I th i nk I s h ail give you a chance."

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IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. Arlington turned toward Dick, who was close at band, a sneer curling his lips. "vV ell , " he said, "I'm going to have on e show, and no thanks to you, Mr. Smart Aleck." For the first time Dick and Chester were face to face sinc e the race on Lily Lake. And now the fellow dared t o face Dick with a sneer t Merri'vveU hac f n 6 t sought t o retaliate for the wretched trick played upot1 him , and it is likely Chester thought he would not d o anythin g. Self -co ntained although he was, the insolenee of the f ellow was to o much for Dick in that moment. Like a bolt from a crossbow Dick ' s hard fist shot out and struck Arlington between the eyes. The stricken fellow werit down like a log and lay still. A husli fell on the spectators. Without a :word of explanati
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. I I enemy should participate in the work of accomplishing this object. There was a high feeling of rivalry between Fardale and Eaton, and to defeat Eaton was ever the greatest satisfaction and delight of the cadets. The fact that Dick had been consulted by the man ager of the basketball team showed that his judgment was held in great esteem, for was really no other rea so n why Dow should come to him and ask his ad vice. • In calm moments young Merriwell was certain to be absolutely just and unprejud i ced. He had found that, in spite of his overbearing ways, Chester Arlington was remarkably adept and clever in many . ways. .He had beeri obliged to confess to himself that in the ice hockey game on the lake Chester had proved more formidable than any two or three of his companions. If he could play basketball equally well he would be a go od man for the team, and might materially aid in carrying the Fardale colors to victory. All this while Dick had not forgotten Chester's treacherous act in tripping him with the hockey stick during the skating race. At the time Dick's blood had leaped hot from his heart, and he had resolved to set tle with the fellow. But the excitement of the race to the rescue of those in danger of dr, owning had banished these thoughts from his mind. In his wet and chilled condition after supporting Doris and being pulled from . the water he was in no mood to confront Chester, even if he had thought of it then, \vhich he did not. But afterward, when he was dry and warm again, with a change of clothes, he found it impossible to re frain from thinking of Arlington's treachery, and several times he was almost overcome by a desire to look for the fellovi and give him a thorough thra s hing. However, Dick had met Chester in physical en counters and had worsted him. He had convinced himself that he was more than Chester's match, and this very thing prevented him from hunting the fellow up and pitching into him. Under the circumstances, knowing as he did what the probable result would be, such a course on his part seemed cowardly, and he refrained. Neverthele ss, he was determined to punish Arlington in some manner, though how he would accomplish this object he had not dec i ded. I t will be seen t hat , under the circumstances, Dick's action in advising Elmer Dow fo give Chester a trial on the basketball team was quite remarkable, and showed him above petty revenge. But when Chester sneered at him in the presence of others, after he had been the direct cause of getting him an opportunity to show what he could do on the team, Dick's wrath blazed into instant action. He struck the fellow down so quickly that he did not even seem to give himself time for thought. Then, with out a word, he turned away. Now there were those who thought Dick had dis pl aye d a very bad temper under the circumstances. Without knowing all that 1lay behind it, they were in clined to condemn for his sudden blow. They were, however, mostly plebes and fellows who were jealous of Dick, being, therefore, ready to _ seize with avidity upon anything he did that they could criti c ise. Merriwell was told that these fellows were criticising him, and he was urged to square himself by ex plaining why he had struck Chester. This he de clined to do. "Any one here knows I have stood things from that fellow that I would take from no other chap," he said, when Brad urged him . "If they will think the matter over a little, they will see that I have a dozen rea sons for hitting him." "That's right, agreed Buckhart; "and what I can't understand is why you haven't hammered the head off him before this." To this Dick did not reply, but before his mental vision rose the face of a strikingly pretty girl, and unconsciously his hand felt for a tiny locket he carrieda locket that contained the picture of June Arlington. Dick knew why he had held his hand so many times, but he could not explain, even to his friends. Buckhart was suspicious of Chester. He could not believe the fellow could be trusted in anything, and it was not long before he hastened to Dick with a rather interesting statement. "Say, parcl," he palpitated, plainly trying to repress his excitetment, "you can't guess who Rafe Knox says he saw in town to-day. Well, I'll tell you. It was Bob Crisp." "Bob Crisp? Do you mean the fellow who played right end 011 the Eaton eleven?" "You bet your boots! He was right here in Fardale. . And Rafe saw som ebody t a iking with him. Vv'ho do yo u s upp ose? " "Go ahead. I don'f cate to waste i time ' guessing."

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12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Well, it was Chet "What do you think of that?" "Think? Why, I don't know. What should I think of it?" "Partner, there's somethi .ng doing! , You hear me whisper t" "Something doing?" "Sure as fate." "vVhat do you mean by that, Braq? Explain your self." "I opine they didn't meet by accident. Bob Crisp wasn't in Fardale by accident. Don't you see what I am driving at now?" "You think there is some kind of treachery afoot, is that it?" "Just it, pard." "Why, it was the most natural thing in the world for Arlington to speak to Crisp." "But when they saw Knox had spotted them they jus t split right away. Rafe heard Chester say, 'I'll see you later and fix it,' or something like that. I tell you , Dick, there's crookedness cooking, and that sneak Arlington is at the bottom of . it." "You may be right," admitted Dick. "But I don't like to think so." Brad was disgusted. "I don't see why you shouldn'• like to think it of him!" he exclaimed. "Anyhow, I believe we're a lot of chumps to let him play on the team." "Why should he do . anything treacherous? If we win it is likely to give him a start in sports here, and that is what he wants." "Dick," said Brad, dropping his exaggerated man ner of speech for a moment, "have you heard that Arlington has not had as much m oney to blow around of late as he had when he first came here?'' "I don't know that I have heard it. I do not dis cuss him or his affairs with any one except you." "Well, it's a fact. I have it straight that his. old man was good and mad when he found out how Chet had been spreading himself so extensively around here and had been spending money like a prince, and he has put his foot down on it. The old fellow seems to be quite a sensible rooster, even if he is the father of such a brat. The result is that Chet hasn't had so much coin of late. He got away with what he did have and is rather hard up just now." "And by this you mean to infer that h e will betray Fardale if he is paid for doing s o ? Is that it, Brad?" "That's what I was Cl.riving at, old man/' "Well," said Dick, "even i Chester Arlington is cheap enough to do such a thing, I decline to think that any Eaton man would be willing to give him a price for his treachery. So you see I take no stock in the suspicion yotl entertain." "All right!" exclaimed Brad, in disappointment. "But you may have to take stock in it. You ought to know that Eaton is pretty sore over her defeat by us at football; and she must be willing to do almost anything to get revenge. 'This is her chance." "I can't think that it would give Eaton any satisfac tion whatever to defeat us unfairly through the treachery of one of our players." "Wait-wait till you see the game! If Arlington doesn't throw us down I'll eat my hat! You hear me shout I" Still Dick was not satisfied, and he declined to ad vise Dow to drop Chester from the team. It must be confessed that he was somewhat troubled over it, and he resolved to watch Chester closely both before and during the game. If he saw signs of treachery he would not hesitate to act in a hurry. Gradually Dick hope 'of taking part in the game, for his knee continued lame, and he was given no opportunity for practice, which he felt that he needed very much. The day of the contest approached, and Arlington remained on the team. CHAPTER VII. THE MEETING ON THE SHORE. In spite of his lam e knee, which had improved some what, Dick took a long walk by himself late Saturday afternoon. He often indulged in these walks, and now he sought the shore, where he could listen to the sea that was rolling heavily over Tiger Tooth, Ledge. There was a little Sonow on the ground. The late afternoon was dull and somber, with a leaden sky over head. The wind came dank from . the sea, which looked cold and forbidding and w;is to white foam far out on the dangerous ledge. Always the sea interested Dick. He had watched it in its many moods, and to him it seemed much like a human being, betraying changing emotions, now smiling , gay, laughing and happy, anon downcast, gloomy, sad and solemn. Then it would seiz e d with

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 13 bursts of anger and would beat at the rocky shore, roaring forth its rage. Dick pattsed amid some cedars where he could look down along the shore. While he was standing there he chanced to turn his head and look away in the di rection of the academy. }!e saw a figure striking ac ross the fields at a rapid pace. Young Merriwell had ihe keen eye of an eagle, and, cveri at that distance, he recognized Chester Arl in g ton. "Now what is he doing?' thought Dick, wonder ingly. "Is he following my tracks?" He soon decided that this was not the case and that Ches t er had not even observed his tracks. A rlington was heading toward a rocky strip of coast and walking at a rapid pace. Somehow there was that in the fellow's manner that interested the one who ' \Vas watching him. Dick knew Chester was not a person to enjoy such a walk for the mere pleasure there was in it or to take it for the benefit to be derived from it. Arlington was no lover of nature, and the sea did not attract him. Finally Chester disappeared from v iew, still heading for the shore. "I think I'll stroll down that way," muttered Dick. Ten minutes later he c a me upon Chester's tracks through the snow. By this time the dusk of falling night was beginning to spread itself ove r sea and land. Afar over Tiger Toot h a few gulls were wheeling and calling harshly. To Dick there seemed something rather m ysteri ous in Arlington's movements, to say the least. Chester had descended to the shore, which along here was piled high with icy boulders. Dick followed, moving with renewed caution. He had not proceeded far before he heard voices. Merriwell stopped. "Arlington came here to meet some one by appoint ment!" he decided. "Perhaps I may make a discov ery that will prove Buckhart was right in suspecting him of treachery." It was possible that Chester had come to meet the sa me fellow he had been seen talking with in town .. But as Dick slipped forward amid the boulders it seemed to him that the voice of Cheste r's companion had a familiar sound. Therefore, when he reached a point where he could see both lads through the gath ering gloom, he was not surprised to recognize Miguel Bunol, the young Spaniard who had come to Fardale in the first place in company with Arlington and had entered the school. Bunol was a hot-tempered, treacherous fellow, and he had remained Arlington's friend only as long as he could obtain money from him, and when this supply ceased he sought revenge by trying to make it appear that Chester was a thief. To the cleverness of Dick Merriwell was due the failure of Bunol's plans and his final exposure, which caused him to leave the school in a hurry. But here he was and plainly Arlington had come out to meet him. Bunol was speaking excitedly, and Merriwell could plainly hear his words: "I tell you the money I must have!" he cried . "You give me it I go away and never trouble you some more at all." "But, hang it all I I haven't got it, Bunol !" declared Chester. "Bah! You lie when you say that! You always have a great plenty of money. I know. You cannot fool me at all." "It is true that I have had lots of money to blow in, but the old man has closed clown on me, and I haven't five dollars to my name. You demand a hundred." "You cannot fool me at all," repeated the young Spaniard. "You do not the money get from your father; it is to you from your mother that the money it comes." "That's all right; but the governor has found out how much the old gitl has been sending me, and he has sto pped it." . Still Bunol did not believe, and still he insisted that he must have the money at once. "You'll have to wait," said Chester. 'f'J expect some money to-morrow night." "I do not want here in Fardale to stay. What if I should be seen and for me trouble should be made ! " "That's your lookout ," answered Chester, indiffe r ently. Arlington had said that he would have money the following night, and Dick w o ndered how the fellow expected to obt ain it. Was it possible that Buckhart was right and this fellow had been driven by his s trait ened circumstances to agree to betray his sch ool f-Jr a price? 'vVas that how he expected to obtain money. even though his father was withholding it from him? The two lads might have seen Dick had they looked around; but they were so intent on their own affairs,

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. and there seemed so little danger of any one being near in that wild spot that they were entirely off their guard. Arlington's words seemed to enrage Bunol beyond measure. "You have to look out, too!" he snarled, through his white teeth. "I do for you the dirty work and you give me money." "I paid you well, but you became a veritable blood sucker," retorted Chester. "You clung to me like a leech and kept sucking my moliey away. And you nearly ruined me in the end." "Ho\V you mean?" "You know. I brought you here to Fardale. Then wheti you got sore on me you. tried to make me out a thief so I would be turned from the school in dis grace. But you were forced to take your own medi cine. You were the one who had to get out of the school." Chester laughed, and for a m o ment it s eemed that Bunal would leap upon him. "That so," confessed the Spanish lad, pantingly. "Deek Merriwell he fix it s o [ ha Ye to go, . and I do not forget him. Some time I have my turn, and then it be up to him to look out pretty sharp . " "That's all right," said Chester, easily. "I am not worrying . about him. He can look out for himself. But hen be sure to make it warm for you if he finds out you are around here." "That why I must have money to-night. I fool with xou not one hour You get money , and you bring it!" Chester again, snappirig his fingers in Bu nol's face. "You can drive me no longer," he declared. "That time is past, Bunal. You hadn't better try it, or you'll be sorry." "What you do?" demanded Bunal, fiercely. "Well, it would not take two words to set the officers lookieg for you." That seemed to enrage the Spanish youth beyond measure. "So you threaten!" he cried. "I know why you say you have money to-morrow. You mean to give them chance to catch me! You mean to give me no money at all! But you give it to me-or else I kill you dead!" Then he flung himself suddenly on Arlington, who was taken by surprise by the unexpected shock and hurled backward to the stony beach, Bunal coming down upon him and pinning him to the ground. Chester seemed partly stunned, but the fierce young Spaniard fastened his hands on the throat of the over• thrown boy, while he snarled: "Now you promise-you promise and swear I If you do I kill you here! I kill you now! I have you where I can!" Arlington made a slight movement to struggle, but Bunal thrust his hand into his bosom and drew forth a gleaming knife, which he lifted. "I cut you throat!" he palpitated. I like to do it! It give me the great
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"TIP TOP WEEKLY. The struck Bunol o . n the head, and the fellow dropped, .the knife. whirling harmlessely from his fingers. With a cry of satisf:ction, Cheste r caught up another -stone and leape9 toward the fallen lad. Bunal lay he had dropped, quite motionle ss . Arlingto n lifted the sto ne, but his wris t was gras ped by fingers that se emed to hav e the grip o f a n iron v i se. "Ho ld on !" . said the v o ice o f Dick Merri w ell. "Do yau want to murde r hitD ?" "He tr.ied to murder me! " panted Ches t e r. "Is that any why you s h o uld try to murder him now?" "He tried. to murder you!" he is down and out. He didn't succeed . " " Because I hit him with that stone. If I had mi ss ed it w o uld h a ve been all o ver with you now." "Well, it's plain I owe you one, " admitted Di ck . "But you' re not going to soak him now that he is down/ ' Bunal stirred, partly sat up, and stared at them strangely. . The light of fufy had gone from his eyes , and he seemed dazed. "Look out for him!" e x claimed Chester. "I tell yo u he is dangerous! You can't tell what trick he will try next." "I don't think he is very dang$!rous n ow , " said Dick. "He's a snake!" declared Chester. "He went back on me! And we were friends!" "Are you sure you were e ver real friends? And are you n o t to blame because he went back on you?" "I couldn't trust him." "Could he trust you. ?" Dick compelled Arlington to dro,P the . stone, but he did not do it without a struggle. Strange though it may seem, that struggle appeared t o terrify Bunal, who sprang up sc r eaming and started to run. In Spa nish he cried tha t they meant to kill him, and a way he ran as fa s t a s he could. Immediately Dick starte'ming aft<:r him,_; whic h see m ed t o to his fears . Bu t h e was no match fo r , his pursuer, and he seemed to realize this at last. Dick overtook Bunol on the very .brink of a cliff at the foot of which the sea was pounding stillenly . Panting and out of breath, the Spanish boy turned a t ba y for a m o ment, but, as Dick came on, he wheeled a b out and tried t o jum p fro m t he cliff in t o the s ea. with a great fo r w a r d s pring, Merriwe ll clutched hi m jus t i n time to pre ven t him fro m a c co mpl is hi n g hi s purpose. But Buna l fougl1t _ to break ;;tway, g aspi n g forth w o r ds in Spani s h . A rlingt on came up a nd saw them s truggling there w h e r e b o t h might l ose t heir foot in g and plunge over th e cliff. For a C h e s t e r was tempted with a te r rible t em ptat i o n. He saw hi s opportuni t y to gi v e them b ot h a thrust a n d hurl th e m fr o m t he bri n k. Bunol w o uld b e almost ce r tain t o cling fiercely t o Dick, and together the y wo uld be d row ned. Thus, in a twinkling and at a single stroke Arlington could rid himself of both his enem i es. Be it said to hi s credit that, re vengeful and jeal o us t h ough he naturally was, h is s oul re v olted at such a t h o u g ht. Still for a time he stood wi shing that they might fall o ver with out any assi s tance from him. But when the y " vere . reel ing on the very brink a sud d en flas hed through Chester's head and made him realize in a twinkling that, with all his boasted super io rity, he was n o t Dick Merriwell' s equal. This fhought was that mor e than once in time o f great peril Merriwell had rushed to his succor_ He thought of the fire that burned the hotel f.nd how he had been carried from the smoke and flames in the arms o f Dick Merriwell. He thought of his effort to escape {ram Glen Island by swimming ashore, how he had been seized by cramps and was drowning, and how Dick had rescued him. And theIJ, before he actually realized what he was do ing, he found himself dragging Dick back from the edge o f the cliff. A s Dick clung t o Bunol, the Spanish youth was dragg e d ba c k als o. T hen Mer r iwell trippecl-Buno l a nd flun g him h ea vily to t h e groun d, d ro ppin g upo n him and h olding him t h ere. "Th e fellow 1s c r azy as a loo n, " Dick decla re d. "Gi ve tne your Arlington. Be quick about it , t oo . " . . C h e s t er ob ey ed.

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16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Dick had planted himself astride Bunol's slender, wiry figure, with his knees holding the fellow's arms down. He now took hold of Bunol in a manner that, by giving a twist, he was enabled to turn him face downward, at the same time wrenching his hands backward behind him. "Here !'1 he commanded; "hold his hands--hold them there. Lively, Arlington!" Chester obeyed as directed. Dick twisted the hand kerchief into a rope and tied it about Bunol's wrists with a hard knot. Then he took out his own handker chief and used that in a similar manner. When he had finished the Spanish youth was quite helpless to use his hands. "Good work!" said Arlington, approvingly, satisfac tion in his face and voice. "Now we've got him, and we c:m fix him all right." "vVhat do you mean?" Dick demanded, rising from the captive. "Why, we can turn him over to the law! That's the stuff! We can cook his goose all right. We can have him sent to the stone jug for a goc:Jd long time. He'll not be dangerous then." A feeling of repulsion surged over Dick. "Have you forgotten he was your chosen conpanion ?" he asked. . "I've not forgotten that he tried to make me out a thief!" grated Arlington, and in his eyes gleamed the meanest of all passions, revenge, "Possibly you yourself were to blame for th:h." "Well, you know what he was trying to do. He was trying to blackmail me. He was trying to force me to pay him money. Turn him over to the officer:;, I say! Give him what he deserves!" "You are eager enough to give him what he de serves. Are you equally willing to take what you de serve?" "Dem't be a fool !"snarled Arlington. "He has no love for you. He'll do you a bad turn some day if he gets the chance." "I'll risk that. I am not afraid of him." "But why did you tie his hands?" "So he could not hurt himself. Look here, his hair is full of blood. That stone broke his scalp, and the fellow has been crazed by the blow." "Well," sneered Chester, "I suppose it will be like you to doctor him? It wouldn't surprise me a bit." "I don't propose to let him destroy himself." "What are you to do?" "I am going to take him into town, and I Want your help." "What will you do with him after you have taken him into town?" • "Find out how badly he is hurt. Come on, I want you to help me." Dick commanded Chester, who did not refuse to obey. Between them Bunol was marched off toward Fardale. CHAPTER IX. THE SECRET OF DICK'S POWER. It had grown dark when they conducted the captive into the village. By that time Bunol had grown quiet and almost helpless. It was necessary t-o hold him up and compel him to walk along. His legs seemed weak and wavering beneath him. Fortunately they met no one on their way to Frank Merriwell's house, which was situated on the outskirts of the village. Dick opened the door with a key he car ried, and they entered. He pressed a button and the electric lights with which the house was supplied came on. , Bunol was taken into Frank Merriwell's office, which was a step off the hall. Frank's desk, closed and locked, sat there near a window. There was a telephone in the room, and to this Dick stepped and .. rang. Immediately Bunol, who had sunk on a chair, tried to start up, uttering a cry. "You call the officer!'' he exclaimed. "You have me arrest !" "No," said Dick. "Be still." Then he requested central to give him the office of a doctor. Arlington wondered at this, but he remained quiet and heard Dick request the doctor to come right away. "I don't want the doctor!" declared Bunol, weakly. , "Let me go !" But Dick compelled him to ascend the stairs to a chamber, and there the three boys were when there came a ring at the doorbell. Dick stepped outside and pressed a button at the head of the stairs, upon which the front door swung open, and he called down : "Come up this way, doctor." Having given this invitation, he hurried back and quickly . removed the knotted handkerchiefs from

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Miguel Bttnol's wrists. Bunal was lying down o,n the edge of the bed when the doctor entered the room. "What's the matter, Mr. Merri well?" asked the phy sician, who had brought his case and had it in his hand. "From the way you spoke over the 'phone I thought it something pretty serious." Dick motioned toward Bunol. "He was hit on the head by a stone," he said. "We don't know just how serious it is." The phy sician knew something of the encounters that took place between the cadets, but he observed at a glance that Bunal was not wearing a Fardale uni form. However, he asked no questions, but started at once to e..xamine the fellow's wound. Water was brought and the blood was washed from Bunol's hair, some of which was clipped away from the gash in his scalp. Arlington sat still and looked on , filled with strange thoughts. This manner of treating an enemy seemed to him most remarkable, and to himself he confessed that he could not understand Merriwell. Bunal was quiet enough. All the fierceness had gone out of him. "Well," said the doctor, after a while, "I don't think his skull is fractured, although he must have re ce iv ed quite a shock. He may suffer from concussion o f the brain, and it will be best for him to keep pretty quiet for a while." Then he asked for bandages, after which he dressed the wound, advising that Bunol be put to bed and left there for a day, at least. The doctor departed. "Am I to go now?" asked the spanish lad, weakly. "No," said Dick. "You are to do just as the doc tor said. You are to undress and get into that bed. T h e w om a n who takes care of this house while mv brothe r is away lives in the cottage next door. I will c all her, and s he will come in here and look .after you . " "Then I am prisoner?" "No. \;Vhen you are well enough you are. to leave F a rdale and never return here.'1 The young Spaniard seemed sc a rcely able to under st an d it. But he began to undress, as Dick ordered it. Dick left the room and brou ght b a ck a nightgown. Then he aided Bunol, who seemed almost as weak as a b a b y, and finaJly the fell o w crept into the bed , where he fell back on the pillow and stared at Dick with his dark, wondering eyes. "I know something I have to tell you now 1 . " he said, faintly. "Better be quiet,"' said Dick. "No; I have it to tell you, and it will I tell. I know now why it is you are of all the boys at the school the leader. Maybe I can't say it plain to make you understand, but here I have it so I know it for sure.'' He pressed his hands over his heart. Arlington was listening. Had the Spanish youtn solved secret of Merriwell's power aud popularity?. If so, he would know what it was, and !\> he listened. "You are of them all the leader because in you there is not something mean at all," declared Bunol. "Because of no one you have a fear. Because of no one you take the bad advantage. Because you never give up at anything. Because your worst enemy him l)"OU never strike when he is down." "Bah!" thought Arlington, and still he was impressed. "Your enemy he made me," said Bunol, weakly lift. ing a hand and pointing toward Chester. "Your friend you have this day changed me to. No more forever again will I your enemy be, Dick Merriwell." "I am glad to hear that," smiled Dick. "I prefer a friend to an enemy any day." "From me no more you have to worry. It is all I can say, and I do not say it as I wish; but perhaps you kn o w what it is I try to speak." " I think . I know," nodded Dick. "Then I am satisfied," said Bunol. "My head it have the bad ache." He closed his eyes. "I'm going down to the 'phone and speak to the housekeeper , " said Dick. Bun o l's eyes came open at once. "Lea ve him not here with me!" he said, with a slight motion toward Chester. "Come on, Arlington," sa i d Dick, and they de scended to the office, where Dick talked over the 'phon _ e with the housekeeper and explained everything. He waited until she appeared and had a few moments' talk 'with her. Until they were well along the road toward the acad emy the boys walked in silence. Both seemed think ing. A t Arlington broke into a s a rcastic laugh. "\;V ell, Merri well,'' he ob s erved, "I confess th;it you take the cake! You are different from any other fellow I ever saw."

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18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. . said l)ick. "But I hope you are pot chump enough to take any stock in t}le words of Miguel Bunol. He ' s a Span iard." "I hav _ e no doubt but there are plenty of Spaniards who are honorable and trustworthy." "But you know Bunol is not one Qf them. He is quite the opposite." "Yet trusted him." "See what came of it." "More throygh your fault than his," "Rot! _,You'll see. You have left him in your brother's house. Do you think he'll stay there? Wait He will not ask you when he shall go, and when he goes he will take what he can carry easily that is valuable. See if I am not right." "He may wait for the money you , promised him." Cheste ; ' shrugged his shoulders in the darkness. "He will have to wait long," he said, with a scorn ful laugh. . "Then you did not mean to give him an y money?" "Perhaps I did to get rid of him, but now I shall give him none." "If yoq have no money now, where was it coming from?" demanded Dick, suddenly. "Oh, I have a way to get it," returned Arlington, vaguely. "You will not tell how?" sho uld I? It is none of your bu siness." Again came the thought to Dick that possibly Buckhart was right in suspecting that Arlington meant to betray Fardale to Eaton for moi'1ey. Of, this, h ow ever, he had no proof, and he could not condemn the fellow on absolutely no proof whatever. "You had better be careful, Arlington," warned D_ick, sternly. "You want to understand that there a re those who do not trust you any too far." "Bah!. What do I care for them! As for you, Merriwell, don't forget that I saved _you from Bunol's knife tliis day. In the future you cannot boast that you have saved me from fire and water witho ut re membering that I did quite as much in return." ' I do not it worth boasting of," returned Dick, in a manner that cut Chester to the bone. The following morning Dick learned that Arling had no mistake in. prophesying that Bunol would disappear without asking leave of any one. During th.e night he had risen quif!tly, dressed and stolen away. But he had not taken a single thing that did n9t beto him. , CHAPTER X. THE CALL FOR DICK. Rink was brilliantly lighted. On one side the balcony was decorated with Fardale colors. This portion of the balcony was filled with enthusiastic ca dets who had gathered to witness the game. On the opposite side was the large delegation from Eaton that had eome along with its b<:lsketball team to cheer their champ io ns and they fluttered the colors of their school. One end of the balcony was well filled with specta t ors in general, and at least twenty girls from Miss Tartington's school were there. Doris Temple ton was the leader of thi-s delegation, and the prettiest girl of them all . Doris had come forth from her exciting adventure on the lake without ha.rm of any sort. She had writ ten Dick a note expressing as well as possible her feel ings. Miss Tartington had written, too, commending Dick's ready wit and bravery i11 such a desper . ate emer gency. -The visitors came forth first for practice, and they were greeted wit h a resounding Eaton cheer. They went to wo rk right away and demonstrated in a hurry that they were cleve r and very fast. They also showed that they were well up on team work and passing. Then the Fardale five came trotting out, and the ca dets rose up and shook the roof with their welcome. Arlington was there, looking graceful and confident in his suit. The practice of the home te am seemed to lack some of the precision and assurance of the visitors. Dick Merriwell had been in the dressing-room with the boys before they came out, and from the door he watched the practice, Dow stand ing near him. "Well, what do you think?" asked the manager of the team. "\tVhat are we going to do with them?" "We must beat them," said Dick. "Can we?" "I hope so." "If you had been able to play-.-" "I could play to-night." "Your knee-" "Is well enough, but I lack practice, you know."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "AH the same," said Dow, "you might be better without practice than one man on the team." D ick knew Dow shared the wide distrust jn Chester Arlington. The referee came out, and the two teams lined up like this: FARDALE. EATON'. Arlington ............... Ri ght forward ................... Crisp Scudde r ................. L e ft forward ...•...•..•........ Potter B u c khart. .... ., . : • . . . . . . . . . Center ................... Le ighton G ardner. . . • . • . . . . . . . . . . . Right-back ....•••.•••.•.•..... Berry Sto cker. . . . . . • • . • • . • . . . • . Left-back .............•..... Furber Eaton had Jhree of her regular football team on the floor . They were Crisp, Potter and _!3erry, all we!Jbuilt fellows, without an ounce of superfluous flesh on their bodies. On the other hand, Buckhart was the only regular football man on the Fardale team. True, Scudder and Gardner had played on the team, but they had been used as substitutes. There was a hush as the men took their positions and the referee walked out to the center of the fl.oar with the ball. A moment later the ball was tossed into the air and the game was on. Potter took it clean from under Arlington's nose, but quick as a flash Chester struck the ball with his open hand and knocked it from Potter's grasp. Crisp and Scudder made a dive for it. . They came together heavily, and both missed the ball. Then Arlington whisked in, took the ball up cleanly and passed it to Buckhart. Brad tried to get a throw for the basket. Berry blocked him, preventing the try, and Potter relieved Brad of the ball before he could pass it. Away bounded the ball toward Fardale's end of the rink. Gardner darted out, caught up the ball and tried to make a pass, but was covered so that he was forced to whirl completely round and pass in the opposite di rection. Crisp caught the ball. Arlington was not covering Potter, and Crisp was able to pass to Eaton's left forward, for all of Scud der' s efforts. Swift work it was, turning, twisting, jumping, dodg ing, but with the ball in their possession the visitors rushed it down the rink and Leighton made a try for the basket. He missed. ' In a twinkling Stocker had the ball away from that point. Two or three successful passes were made, and then Crisp got in his work. Crisp was as lively as a cricket. He covered Scud,. der in such a way that Uric was baffied when the ball , was in Fardale's possession, and he refused to be cov ered when Eaton had the ball. Eaton again managed to rush the ball down near enough to enable Potter to make a try for the basket, and this time he landed the ball fairly in the wicker. The visitors had made the first score, and the Eaton Qrowd above burst into a wild yell of joy. "What do you think of it, Merri well?" asked Man ager Dow, who looked worried. "Rather slow in defense," ans\verecl Dick. "I'm afraid that is where the boys are \veak." Dow nodded. "I'm afraid you are right," he admitted. This fear increased , for it soon became apparent to close observers that Crisp could play right round Scud der. Uric did his best, put he \\'as no match for the nimble Eaton man. Of the other s Arlington was th,e only one who seemed fully as swift as his particular op ponent, and Chester was workinglike a tiger. It was a question if he could last through to the end of the game at such a hot pace. Twice Fardale worked close to Eaton's goal , but each time the throw for the basket was spoiled and proved ineffectual. After this second attempt the visitors secured the ball and again demonstrated their sui:)eriority by working it swiftly the length of the rink and securing a basket, making the score 6 to o in their favor. It began to look rather black for Farclale. By this time the expression of. trouble on Elmer Dow's face had turned to one of intense anxiety. "I'm araid they are going to snow us under," he muttered. "Oh, the game is young yet,'' said Dick, encourag ingly. The Eaton crowd in the balcony began singing one of their songs, waving their flags to keep time. Again the ball was put in play. Again Potter secured it and Arlington struck it out of his httnd. Scudder lunged for the ball, but Crisp took it and passed it to Potter. Arlington blocked Potter handsomely and secured the ball himself. He was not in position to try for a

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20 TIP . TOP WEEKLY. ba$ket, and so he was compelled to pass to Buckhart, wh,o had darted forward. Brad took the ball, whirled completely round as if on a pivot and snapped it back to Chester1 who had dodged Potter and changed his position several yards. Apparently Arlington meant to try a pass to Scud der, but he deceived Potter and Crisp and snapped the ball to Buckhart, who was still nearer the basket. Buckhart swun g as !f to try for a goal. It was a movement to deceive, and, to the amazement of al most every one, he returned the ball to Arlington, who immediately gave it a handsome throw for the basket. There was a pause-a roar! Fardale had scored! Artington had made the first goal fot th e home team. The plebes were well represented in the balcony, and now they broke loose madly with their class cheer. Dow lo ok ed searchingly at Merriwell. "What do you think of him?" he asked. "He is doing well thus far," was the only answer Dick vouchsafed. But the fact that tJ1e home team had scored seemed to make Eaton l?Wifter and more determined than ever. vVhen the ball was again put in play the vis itors went after it so hotly that the Fardale players seemed outclassed. Dow actually groaned when he saw the ball rushed do\vn to a dangerous point near Far
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 21 "Merri well!" was the shout that went up. "Merriwell ! Merriwell ! " In the meantime, having consented to go into the game, Dick lost not a second in stripping off his uni . form and getting into the suit of. Roberts. And he was not a moment too soon, for jus t as he had completed his preparation there came a call for a substitute, Scudder having been thrown and injured. "Merri well! " cried Dow. "Are you ready?" "All ready , " answered Dick. "Then go ahead." The crowd seemed waiting for 11is appearance. .When he stepped out upon the floor the great mass of cadets rose and cheered until it seemed that the building shook. It was a moment to thrill the blood, but Dick seemed cool as an ice cake and utterly unconscious of the uproar .. • CHAPTER XI. ONE CHANCE IN A THOUSAND. The popularity of D ick Merriwell and the confi dence in him was fully demonstrated by that great burst of applause. "Now we'll see if that g a loot Crisp will have everything his own wa y ! " muttered Bra d Buckhart; in deep satisfaction. Chester Arlington felt a thrill of jealousy, but he quickly resolved to continue to do his level be s t, just to demonstrate, if possible, that he was as . good a man as Merriwell. The referee tossed the ball into the air and the game was on again. . If possible, the appearance of Merriwell seemed to spur the Eaton players on to still greater exertion, and during the last few minutes of the first half there was some very lively work. Eaton rushed the ball, and Fardale was kept on the defensive. Although had been placed in a position that gave him a: cnance to do offensive work far better than defensive, yet twice in those remaining minutes of that half did he stop and spo i l what seemed like favorable tries for goals. His activity was _ soinething amazing, and it was soon seen that Crisp could not play round him as he had with Scudder an oppo nent. In fact, Dick began to show Crisp up, much to the annoyance of the latter. ' ... Dick forgot his lame knee. He went the game '• as if no lameness existed. Such a whirlwind game greatly enthused the spectat o rs, and the booming , cheer of the cadets was answered by the sharp bark of the Eaton men. Certain it i s that the wh ole Fardale te . am braced up and played better than it h a d, yet for all of that no goal was made. The only point secured was when an E '.lton man clutched Arlingto n ' s wrist as Chester was making a shot-putting t ry for the basket. This counted one for Fardale, and the half ende d with the score 10 to 4 in fa vor of the vi s itors. Buckhart had been acting as c a ptain of the team in place o f Foster, who w a s ill ; but as soon as he reached the dressing ro o m he sought Dow and asked that Mer ri well be given the positi on. Dow was not aver . se to this, and so Dick was called upon to assume command. ,This he would have declined to do, but Buckhart. him so hard that he finall y agreed . . Then Dick called the players around him and talked to them. "It is team work that counts, boys," he said. "If we hope to win agai n s t tho s e chaps to-night we must play together, and no man must try to make a star of . himself. The first class pla yer at this game is not the man who makes the most goals, but the one who works constantly for the success of his side, sacrificing his own opp?rtunities to make brilliant pla ys, if necessary; by trying to play safe and sure all the time. If you have a ch a nce to try for the basket and the chance is difficult i t is far better to pass the ball to some other fellow on your own side who has a position that makes . it easier for him to drop it into the basket. By this I do not mean that difficult shots should never be tried, because they sometimes win games; but I do mean a fellow never should try one when he sees that another chap on his side is pretty sure _ to have an easier chance and there is an opening ' to make a saf; pass to that fellow." ' This they all knew was common s e nse. To it added some advice about every player sticking to his man when the opposite side had the ball a nd doing his best to get away frotn the man ' opposite him when the ball was in the pos sess ion of his own side. Chester Arlington wa's rebellious inwardly. It seemed too much that Me r riwell should c o me into the g a me as he had and be given command of the team. Chester felt that he had demonstrated that he was quite as competent to fill that position. Dick urged them all to keep on playing ri&"ht up to /

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2.2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. the last moment. He warned them that their defense had been weak, and told them how to remedy it. During the intermission the cadets sang the scho o l songs. In one grand chorus they joined in "Fardale's Way. " "Fig ht, you sinner, you're a winner 1f y ou stick and stay; Never give in while you're livingThat is Fardale's way." The re se e m ed t o be inspirati o n i n the words a n
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t . TIP TOP WEEKLY. 2 3 No longer did Merriwell entertain a doubt regarding Arlington's honesty; h e was satisfied that Chester was doing his level b e st. Even B uckhart w a s satisfied on this point. Three i:nore points would make the game a tie if Fardale made them. Another goal was needed. Twisting, turning, jumping, dodging, the pla yers went here and there. The FardaJe players were fol lowing the directions received from Dick. vVith the ball in their po ssess ion each man did hi s best to avoid the man who tried to cover him: with the ball in the possession of Eaton each Fardale player selected an opponent and stuck to him like glue. This was the sort of playing that told, and the anxious Eaton crowd began to realize that the visitors had not made a point in the final half. Dick was covering Berry when the ball came bounding along and stopped at his very feet. He caught it up and passed it to Arlington, at the same time dodging away to get a position in front of the basket. Arlington knew what to do, and he passed the ball back. Dick caught it-dropped it. As he stooped . to pick it up, Potter seemed to rise from the very floor be fore him, one hand held high over his head to stop an overthrow, the other at his side to keep D . ick from making a side swing. Dick knew time was precious . There might not come another opportunity to throw for the basket. He caught up the ball, and, quick as a flash, he snapped it through between Potter's legs in a daring upward cast for the basket. Pne chance in a thousand it seemed. It was enough . The ball sailed upward and dropped gracefully and lightly into the basket. The score had been tied by this remarkable play, and t h e F a rdale crowd seemed to go mad with delight. CHAPTER XII. THE FLASH OF A KNIFE. It was some tim e before the uproar ceased. Dick Merriwell was the hero of the hour. "Just what he warned us . against trying!" muttered Che . ster Arlington, almost green with envy. Yet Chester knew Dick had tried it only because he feared there might not come another opportunity be fore the half expired . The Eaton players seemed dazed by the success of Merriwell's surprising trick. But the game was not yet over. There remained one minute to play. The referee tossed the ball into the air, and Fardale got after it So swi ftly that it was down at Eaton's end of the rink before the visitors seemed to get into a c tion. The cadets were panting with excitement as they followed the plays of the men on the flo or. It was a time of breathless s u spens e , a t im e of in tense nervous strain, a time o f k ee n an x ie ty that made the game a painfu l ' delight. "Go it, Buckhart!" was the cry. "Stop him, Leighton!" "Cover him, there,.. Berry!" "There she goes!" "No! no! Not vet!" "Good boy, Furber!" "Great work, Arlington!" " 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! Merriwell ! He's "Goal! goal!" screamed the cadets. wins!" \ , the dandy !" "One mo r e The ball came to Dick. He saw Arlington dodge pas ' t Furber, and he passed to Chester. Arlington had the opportunity to win the game ri ght there. He lost not a second, but ma d e a quick cast for the basket as Furber leap e d into the ai r . Furber was too late. The ball sailed over and struck on the edge of t he There. it balanced, threatening to drop eith er way, but apparently inclined to drop into it. Then something bright came flashing through the air from the balcony and struck th e ball, knocking it from the edge of the ba,5ket to the floor . The bright object dropped to the floor with a clear ringing sound. It was a knife! Chester Arlington turned pale as he saw that knife, for he knew whose hand had thrown it. Dick Merriwell knew, also, and he looked up toward the balcony. Some of the cadets had noted the point from which the knife had come, and they quickly detected the thrower. There was a great commotion. "Miguel Bunol !" shouted l!-cadet. The uproar grew. There was a surging in the bal c6ny. The cadets tried to reach Bunal, for the Span i s h youth was there, and in his rage at the success for Arlington, whom he now hated with undying intensity, he had hurled his knife at the ball, knocking it from the edge of the basket. It was a foolish thing to do, and now, as he sa\v those angry boys clan:ibering toward him, the Span ish lad regretted his hasty and thoughtless action. He sprang to his feet, looking round for a method of escape. Those near him were angry, and hands were outstretched to grasp him. He beat them off, screaming out that he would kill any one who touched him. But he saw no way of escape. Angry cadets were between ' him and the stairs leading down from the balcony. They were coming toward him .

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TIP TOP \!VEEKL Y. Then, as one of them reached for him, Bunal sprang over the balcony rail and down he went to the floor of the rihk. He struck on his feet, but plunged forward on h i s hands and knees. Matvelous it was that he -\vas not injured, and still more surprising that he rose in a moment and darted toward the door. Chester Arlington believed this was the opportunity to capture the fellow and t u rn him over to the law . He made a bound to get in front of the young Span iard and grapple with him. With a snarl like that of a mad dog, Bunal struck Chester and sent him spinning to one side. Then he sped past those at the door and out into the night. A dozen follctws were after him in a twinkling. Outside there was a bright light before the building, and this plainly showed the fugitive as he fled along the street leading toward that part of the village known as The Harbor. Out of the rink poured the c a dets, followin g those in advance, seething with th e e x citement of the chase, for there is nothing that so arouses a human be ing as a man hunt. • Bunal heard th e m coming. He looked back and saw them . To him it seemed that at lea st a hundred persons were in pursuit. Once they had been his c om panions at school; n o w they were his enemies, det e r mined to run him down and hand him over to the bw. "Fool I am! " he panted, as he ran on. "Fool I was to go there to-night! But I w a nted to see! And greater fool I was to throw that knife! But I could not bear to have him make good the goal and so win the game." He was unarmed now. His knife, which he h:id sea rched for and found where it had fall e n from his h a nd on the shore, lay on the floor of the rink. Bunal was a fairly g o od runner, but he realiz ed that some of the pursuers were gaining on him. He panted a s he clashed up the hill. He knew that part of the t o wn called The Harbor, and he thought he might find refuge there. But they were coming closer and closer as he reached the top of the hiil and started down toward The Harbor. Before him a few dim lights seemed to swim. Beyond the nearer lights were two reel lights which were on vessels. "You never catch me!" he grated. But they were at his very heels. They were like hounds in full cry. At the foot of the hill he turned and darted toward one of the old wharves . He thought he might fine! some place of concealment there. Out upon the wharf he ran. He did not s1.1e an opening where some of the rotten planking had given way. Through that hole he plunged, and the i learest mopped bai.:ely in time . to keep from followWi him. They heard the splash as he struck the water. They crept to the edge of the hole and called to him. There was no answer. * * * * * * * Thos e who searched for Bunol's body that night and the following day failed to find it. It was generally bel i eved that he had been drowned, but the failure to recover his body left this point in doubt. The game of b as k e tball ended a draw, with the score ro to ro, although the c a dets were confident the ball would have fallen int o the basket aud given Fardale the g a me but for Bunol's knife. H o wever, the regularly scheduled game between Fardale and Eaton was yet t o come, and that would decid e the supremacy. TIIE E:-
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK, January 3, 1903. 'l'erm.• to Tip Top Weekly lllall !lubacrlbera. (POITAGll FREii.) llasle C<>ple• er Dack Nu111ber•, Ge. Caci.. & menths ••....••••....•.••••. 60c. I Une year . ....................... SZ.f>t ' monthn . ••••..••••.••••..•... 2 copies ona yea.r .•••..•••••... (.ot 6 months ...................... ii.:t;; 1 CQPY two years . . ............ how TO i>l!OND Jlil.O.NEr.-By poat-o.Urn11 or exp1 e..s m oney order, lettor, bank che)' proper oh1.ni;e of n umber on your label. It 11ot correct you h&ve not been properly c r e d ited. and shou ld let us know a.t once. l'l'REE'f 6-TIP TOP WEEKLY, 238 \Villiam St., New 't' ork Clt7. APPLAUSE NOTICE. It has been truly said that the Applause Column is read the world over. The first reason for this vast popularity is b e cause the column appears in what is universally ad mitted to be the king of all publish e d weeklies, The Winner of the 6rand Prize at the Paris World's Fair, TIP TOP W'EEI-peares are the best lettet writers. APPLAUSE. PRIZE LETTER NO. 44-1 will write what I think of a Tip T o p character. This char acter is H a l D a rrel , m y favorite of all Tip Top characters and about the most o pe n , m a nly yo u th I have ever read of. He is true blue, and the b es t fri e nd Dick M erriwell will ever have. He is brav e , and will fight op e nly, not in the dark, n
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TIP TOP WEEKLY . igan tackle, who, after hurdling Iowa's line, found the fullback waiting for him . He did not even crouch (the full -back); l\fad doc k jumped right over him, and if he had not stumbled afterward he would have made a t ouchdown. As it was, we beat Iowa, 107 too. 'Ne have the greatest football teain in America-550 to o last year, and 558 to 6 this year, and two games to play-a po int for every minute of play. We could the earth with Yal e or Harvard. When Dick enters college, Michigan is the one for him. One thing, though I s hall never doubt Burt L. again. Your everlasting friend, J. G. L. Ann Arbor, Mich. You have the right and are a thoroughbred, and I am glad to hear of your great work on the gridiron. It is too bad the Western college teams do not get in closer contact with t4c Eastern , for I am sure some s pirited and fine g'}mes would be the result. I have formed a Tip Top club, and intend to begin from num ber one and buy all of the books we have not read. We could buy them h e re, but, seeing we want to buy so many, we would rather send for th em to you, because there are only three of u s , and only tw o of us work. Now, we want to know how much you will sell them to us ' for. Y../e cannot buy many at a time. Pleas e s end us your prices low as you can. Vi' c are all inter ested in the Merriwells, and would not iike t o give up reading them. Yours truly, LEO PAYF.A. Fitchburg, 2\Iass. The bark numbers of Ti.p Top may be procured by sending to Street & Srrii th. The co s t 1s fin cems per copy. I am n constant reader of all your weeklies, and they arc the best eve r . I. admire Frank and Bart greatly. \hen Professor Scotch lost his money, he became an actor; he wrote a play calkd "Tru e Blue." He entered college, where he was the champion of all the. sports. Frank graduates from college, and finds hi s Dick, who Fardale, where th e re arc many excitmg times . After the aeason Frank and Dick go out \Vest to Mad River region, and play with their team repre5enting Tip Top. After a hard fight against dishonesty, they win the pennant. Good luck to Burt L., Street & Smith , and all. BARNETT SHAI'IRO. Bayonne, N . J. Frank and Dick make a great team of strong, manly, high prmc1pled young Americans . I s 1t a n y surprise, the n , that thev should win ou t against d ishonesty in the :--fad River League? L et us hear from you again, Well, here is Dick back on the gridiron.again, for the glory of fair Fardale. Are we going to land on t o p this season as last? Why, certainly. Why should n't we, with our dear old boy. to bac!< us u p .. Mr. Standish, you have no idea h ow your stones thrill your readers. Once a re ader, alway s a reader i s what the boys say. Mr. Standish certainly has his hands full in gathering material for our stories and his notes on football, ba . se ball, etc., are highly regarded and appreciated .. Long live B. L. S. and Street & Smith Publishing Company. E. R. H. Jacksonville Fla. .enougli. Once a reader , . alway• a reader. The Tip Top spmt circles the globe and bnngs us thousands of just such letters M this one-the highe st prai s e for the he s t boys' weekly ever publi shed . Having been a constant reader of the Tip Top ever since the f'!irst number was i.ss.ued , I thought I would write you and giv e :you my honest op1mon of Its excellence. It is the best weekly n oHl played before the public. It i s a paper whic h no mother nctcl fea r t o l et he r children read. It is a . paper which ought to h e lt::'.iily r e c o mmende d by its many read e rs. It does not teach any : . . i'.iy ;' n y e vil ways, such as the "James boys." the "Bradys," etc . Uic k : 1 I c rriwell is a great boy, and a wonder at his age. As for Ari i ngton , I would like to see her save her brother from his peril, a s it 'rnuld be a shame to see the son of D. Roscoe Arlington m ee t the s ame fate as did the re s t of Dick' s enemies. Di c k can h ,1.,c n o wor s e enemy than Bradford, o{ the Black Bar L eague , io r he had tl .1e power over all his men, but he met his fate, n c1cnbde>:i. 1 would likt to ice Chester reform, as he is a bad character. As for Mr. Standish, I think he is a man of great repute, and an excellent writer; his . work is pure and perfect . I ' would lik e ever so much to write a longer letter, but, as I ain past the, limit now, I will have to close. God bless D ick, and g6od 1uck to Mr. Burt L. Standish. Your sincere frien d , Butler, Pa. CHRIST. MILLER. Your opinion is but one of many, but it is the same o ne they all hold-that Tip Top is th e weekly "par excellenc e ." Having just finished the l as t number of your weekly will say that I am just tickled to tears with June Arlington. f think if Dick does not win a home with her that he had better go 'way back. Am very much inter es ted in Earl G ardne r, and think that h e will make a great half-back. I hav e r ead the Tip Top from ''kiYer to kiver," as the old negro s ays alJout reading the Bible, and I think it is the best w eek l y ever published. I congratulate Mr. " Standi sh on hi s clever writing. He certainlv is "right there with the goods," as we Texans sa y. I think Chester Arlington ought to b e nm out of Fardale, and never be able to come back VI' ell, I am taking up too much s pac e in your we ekly, and will close. BEN STOGNER. Paris, Texas. Another letter from "Brad's" great State, and the enthusiasm of you Texan s is the kind that keeps things mo,ing. Let us hear your views again. Being a steady reader of Tip Top, I wish to say that I think it is the best paper I eyer saw. I lik e all your stories , but the base ball stories b est of all. 'vVe h ave a club here named after Merriwcll, and I am the pitcher. I would like to sec Dick pitch ing the jump ball. I am sixteen years old a nd weigh I36 pounds. Do you think that is a good weight? Vlishing Tip Top and all its friends a long and happy life, I remain, very t ruly yours, Frederic to n , N. B. \V. H. MARSH. Glad to hear from one of our baseball enthusiasts. \Ve all agree that Dick is a wonder on the diamond. You should he a well-proportioned boy, judging from your age and w eig ht, but, o f course, I do not know your height. I am a constant reader of the/Tip Top Weekly and .think it the best weekly ever published. I tell you that Dick i s a dandy when he is on the gridiron. The way he t ack led the f ello w in No. 343 is hu ge. I hope Dick marries June when he gets to be a m an. The aim of my ambition is to be like Dick. I like Hal, Brad and Obediah. Hoping to see this i n print at an early date and wishin g Burt L. Standish success , I r emai n, your' fri e nd, FRANK A. FICKES. Steubenville, 0. You evidemly believe in expressing your opinion in a few, well c hosen words. Well, they were just the right ones and serve to show us your idea of Dick Merriwell. I have been reading Tip Top for some time and I believe I have read th em as ' far back as No. 18, when Frank was the favorite. and I have never read stories that could beat the se. I am stuck on Dick and the girls. I also think your villains are fine. Dick bears malice to nobody and his head doesn't get swelled. I think it gives me t)erve to play better football mys elf after I read your books. I can't do what Dick does in a game, but I play fair anyhow. I think I will keep on reading these papers all my life. Yours with re s p ect , A. L . BAri,EY. :Minneapolis, Minn. Glad t o hear that Tip Top is one of your and that the football sto ri es inspire you with the "do or die" oi1 the gridiron. Keep it up . I have r ead all of the Frank and Dick Merriwell books from No. I up with o nly a . few Dick and Brad are my favorites. I think Dick will get Doris, she is the girl for him . Hurrah! for Dick and Brad, and loi:ig may they live! Tip Top is undoubt edly the best weekly for boys to read ever published. Success to you. A TRUE TIP TOPPER. Harrison, 0. T. :fyi::tiy thank5 for your timely praise of Tip 'fop and its char acters.

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II TIP TOP ALL AMERICAN TOURNAMENT FULL PARTICULARS OF THE GREAT All AMRICAN TOURNAM[Nl AND OTHER FOOTBALL FEATURES WILL BE FOUND EVERY WEEK IN TIP TOP 'WEEKLY 3/iiWH+OLWi 550 Regulation Rugby Footballs Awarded as --Prizes .e .e .e .e .e THE GREATEST PRIZE OFFER EVER MADE f ""'"' FOLLOWING ARE THE SCORES FOR THE WEEK1 "1"1"1 Columbia (South Boston), SS ; Crescent (Malden, l.Vfass.), o-: Columhi a -(Rcgular team.) Crcsccnt--Dcxter, r e; Ambrose, r t; Barry, r g; McHenry, c; D evlin, l g; Morey, l t; Anderson, I c; Duffy, q; Cullen , r h b; Ahern, 1 h b; Hogg (capt.), f b. Manager-John H. Levins. Coiumb ia (South Boston), 40; St. M:>ry's (Melrose, Mass.), o. Columbia-(Rcgular team.) St. Mary's-Clifford (capt.), re; Henness}, rt; Lela nd, r g; Porter, c; \Valkcr, lg; Cronin, l t; Powers, I e; Collins, q; Brown, r h b; Doyle, I h b; Dooley, f b. Manager-John Levins. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), ro; Inle ts (Ithaca, N. Y.), o. Young Sports-Burr Dunham, r e; R e n Burns. r t; C. Champagne, :;-g; J. Mansel:, c; B. Mans ell, l g; A. Crowley, l t; J. Whitty, l e: J. Crowley, q; J. lsmnn, r h b; J. Crowley, I h b; G . .Babcock, f b. Inlets-(Regular team.) Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), r7; Inlets (Ithaca. N. Y.), o. Young Sports-(Regular team.) Inlds-E. re; Joe Phillips, r t; J. Grover, r g; C. c; 0. Williams, I g; C. Johnson, 1 t; P. Bloom (capt.), 1 e; J. Miller, q; M. Thompson, r h b; E. Klinks, I h b; J. Kennelley, f b. l\lanager-.Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithac:a, N. Y.), 16; Campus Tigers (Ithaca), o. Young Sports-(Regular team.) Campus Tigers---C. J ohnson, r.e; M. rt; r g;. C. c: T. }l, urpA.}, 1 g, B. Lund, I t, J. D ,tUnC.}, l t: , L. Suiln an, q, C. Scott, r h b; B. Scctot, 1 h b; M. r>urritt, i b. Manager-Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 16; Grimagers (Ithaca, N. Y.), 5 . Young Sports-(Reguli'.r t e . rn1.) Grimagers-G. Grimager r e; C. r t; C. r g; C. McHalc, c; C. I g; J . Cantlm, 1 t; M. Conway, 1 t; Ed Burns, q; J. Conway, r h b; G. Ayres, I h b; B. Michaelson, i b. Ilcn Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 39; First Ward Tige rs (Ithaca), 5. Young Sports-(Rcgular team.) First Wud Tigers-T. Henr.igan (capt.), r e; lVI. Griffin, r t; B." Messer, r g; G. Dixon, c; C. B ea ran, 1 g; T. Tompson, l t; M. Tompson, ! e; 0. q; D. Osmun. r h b; ]. Sherman, 1 h b; Dan Crowley, f b. M
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. l t; Foster, 1 e; Quinn, q; Fowler, r h b; Filmore, I h b; De Wolfe, f b. Manager-J. Barron. Washingtons (Portland, Me.), 25; Deering• (Deering, Me.), o. W ashingtons-( Regular team.) Deerings-N ellis, r e ; Dugan, r t; Sullivan, r g; Grallin, c; Waite, I g; Higgins, I t; Dennison, l e; Blockenger, q; Lucas, r h b; Farmer, I h b; Mack, f b. Manager-]. Barron. yY ashingtons ( Portland"Me..), 37; Sheridans (Portland, Mc.) 1 o. Washingtons-(Regular team.) Sheridans-Bishop, re; Sim mons, rt; Butler, r g; Daly, c; Early, 1 g; Murphy, 1 t; Hogan, ) e; Dougherty, q; Towle, r h b; Jones, 1 h b; Waters, f b. Manager-J. Barron. City Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), 46; Bluebclla (Denver, Colo.), o. Oty Stock Yards-F. Reade, r e; G. Mercer, r t; W. Williams, r g.; A. c; Tipton1 1 S. I t; J. ;8randon, I e, G. Wells, q, l'. OKeefe, r n b, R. Littleton, 1 h b, W. Ly man, f b. Bluebells-Taylor, r e; Cutler, r t; Isaac, r g; Tober, c; Lawson, 1 g; Hoite, 1 t; Gill, 1 e; Small, q; Bowman, r h b; brown, 1 h b; Yeast, f b. Manager-W. Lyman. City Stock Lards (Denver; Colo.) ' { 2 i Young Fearnots, o. City Stock Yards-(Regular team . J Young Fearnots-Johnaon, r e'; Bennett, r t; Buken, r g; Daco n, c; Washing, 1 g; Murdock, 1 t; Graham, 1 e; Nelson, q; Currier, r h b; Young, 1 h b; Ooirer, f b. Manager-W. Lyman. I City Stock Yard3 (Denver, Colo.), 17; Y . .C. A . C., o. Qty Stock Yards-(Regular team.) Y. C. A . C.-Carson, re; Packard, r t; Sullivan, r g; Dow, c; Allen, 1 g; Schmit. 1 t; Bright, I e; Hughes, q; Peterson, r h b; Stephens, 1 h b; Walsh, f b. Manager-W. Lyman. City Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), 12; Boys' A. C (Denver, Colo.), o. . Oty Stock Yards-(Regular team.) Boys' A. C-Platte, r e; Curncn, rt; Mayor, r g; Conley, c; Boyle, 1 g; Sidney, It; Ter, &cy, I e; Mc Mann, q; Redden, r h b ; S a nna, 1 h b; Wheeler, f b. Manager--W. Lyman. City Stock Yar,ds (Denver, Colo.), 35; Bluebells (Denver, Colo.), o. City Stock Yards-( Regular team.) Bluebells-Taplon, r e ; • Cutler, rt; Isaac, r g; Tober, c; Lawson, lg; HoiteJ 1 t; Gill, l e; Smalllq; Bowman, r h b; Brown, 1 h b; Yeast, t b. Manhger-W. yman. City Stock Yards (Denver. Colo.), 16; Lafayettes (Denver, Colo.), o. City Stock Yards-(Regular team.) Lafayettes-Newheart, re; Jensonbr t; Taylor, r g; R. George, c; Jay, 1 g; Touley, It; Sayer, 1 e ; ennis, q; Ketler, r h b; J . Geo rge, I h b; Newhouse, f b. Manager-W. Lyman. Y. M. C. (East hampton, Ma!s.), 12; St. Peters (Springfield, Mass.), o. • Y . M. C.-J. Mingall, re; A. Savonia, rt; T . Bentworth r g; S. Hitchcock, e; F . Allen, 1 g; C. Winterbottom, I t; F. McCarty, I e; C. Camp, q; S. Halornn, r h b; W. Mountain, 1 h b; B. Gil lespie, f b. S!. Peterr-R. Gray, r e; ]. Burt, r t ; A. Burt, r g; A. c; F. Peters, l g; J. Doster, 1 t; M. White, 1 e; B. Hendrick, q; K. Boyle, r h b; G. Boyle, 1 h b; H. Hayes f b. Managcr-G. Gillespie. ' C liftons (Charlestown, Mus.), 18; Chestnut A . A., Jrs. (Med-ford, Mass.), o. Cliftons-J. Sheehan , r e; W. Lewis, r t; ]. Brady, r g; ]. McNamara, c; G. Roe, I g; W. Fineran, 1 t; W. Monagle, I e; R. F. Neagle, q; C. Doherty , r h b; ]. Hayes, 1 b b; T. Lynds, f b. Chestnut A. A. Jrs.-W. O'Hara, re; F. Jones, rt: W. Murray, r g; J. Casey, c; W. Loftus, 1 g; H. Joll es, It; R. Moriarty, 1 e; F. Thort1pson , q ; H. Brennan, r h b; E . Morley, 1 h b; W. Jones f b. Manager-R. F. Neagle, Jr. ' Tigers (Ne w Orleans, La.), 36; Caseys (New Orleans, La.), o . Tigers-G, Schneidau, r e; A. Cologne, r t; P. White, r g; S. Burbank, c; K. 1 g; R. Duggan, l t; H . Benedict, 1 e; C. Porch. q; L. Snuth,_ r h b ; A. Hynson, I h b; J. Hardy, f b. Caseys-De Fraites, r ei B. Murphy, rt; Jackson , I' g; S. Marks, c; J. Marks, I g; J. Hix, 1 t; H. Graham , 1 e; W. Hix, q; R. Schwartz, r h b; Roberts, 1 h b; T. Casey, f b. Manager-T. Hardy. Harkins , (Bosten, Mass.), 35 ; Pickets (Boston, Mass.), 3. . Harkins-Still'ivan, r e; Flynn, r t; Campbell, r g; <:;asey, c; Brown, 1 g; <;ronin, 1 t; Hunt, 1 e; Bullman, .q; 1'rainer, r-h b ; O'Hare, 1 h b; Quinn, f b. Pickets-Davitt, r e; O'Brieff, r t ; '.Wright, r g; Stofl i tt, c; Gagen, I Ii; McDonough, 1 t; Tomsey, l c; McGary, q; Keenan, r h b; Mahoney, 1 h b; Crou, f b. Manager-T. P. Connors. E dgecombe A. C. (New York), 6; St. Francia (Richfield Park, N. ].), o. Edgecombes-Difendoerfer, r e; r t; Farnham, r g; Kern, c; Murthens, 1 g; Weaver, 1 t; 1 uns, 1 e i Andrews, q; Hosey, r h b; Norris, l h b; Daly, f b. St. Francis-Jones, re; Henry, r t; Cornwall, r g; Smith, c; McCarthy, I g; Stinson, It; Heidrick, 1 e; Murray, q; Boehm, r h b; Stearn, 1 h b; Higgins, f b. S. Andrews. Elmwoods (Chicago, Ill.) , 56; American Boys (Chicago, Ill.), o. Elmwoods-F. O'Connell, r e; B. Spillard, r t; J. Moran, r g; T. Brown, c; E . Wilson, 1 g; F. Eighme, 1 t; T. Crowe, I e; E. Fargo, q; S. Greenhut, r h b; J. Lamkin, I h b; B. Wilson, f b. American Boys-T. Dashleigh, r e; E. Pingree, r t; G. Supple, r g; W . Wilmark, c; T. Tracy, 1 g; F. Henigsberg', I t; E. James son, I c ; ]. Lassarus, q; M. Marian, r h b ; B. Spencer, 1 h b; 'N. Carlton, f b. Manager-Earl Fargo. Hibbing High School (Hibbing, Minn.), o; Virginia H. S. (Vir-ginia, Minn.), 103. • Hibbing H. S.-Names of players unJ..."Tlown. Virginia H. S.S . Steinberg, r e; Willie Scott, r t; Herbert King, r g; E. Hawkinson, c; P. Dahl, I g; Willie Bonds, l t; J o hn St. Cyr, I e; Leslie Griggs, q; L es lie Reid , r h b; Oscar Schoenleber, I h b; Edward Berg (capt.), f b. Manager-John St. Cyr. High School (Cheb oyga n, Mich.), o; Scrubs (Cheboygan, Mich.)J 32. High School-A. F. Watson, r., r e; Frank Tremaine, r t; Alva Harpster, r g; R. G. Shephard, c; Theo. Jewell 1 g; Wm. McClelland, 1 t; Theo. Gardner, I e; Ben. Martin, q; Ken. Cooper, r h b; Chas. Mould, 1 h b; Tom. Connelly (capt.), f b. ScrubsCecil Evans, r e; Wm. McDonald, r t; Frank Bowin, r g; Leonard Reid , c; Dan Evelett, 1 g; Chas. Tremaine., I t; Angus Camero n (capt.), l e; Wilfred Penn, q; Wm. Sproat, r h b; Mowat Galbraith, I h b; Max Hagerty, f b. Manager-Max Hagerty. School No. 14 (Scranton, Pa.)< 52; School No. 23 (Peckville, Pa.J, 5. School No. 14-George Hughes, r e; George France r t; Roy Deihl, r g; Rob. Daniels, c; Joe Gibbs, I g; Hoadley Hogan, 1 t; R alp h Williams, I e; Happy Hooligan, Newlin Roberts, q; John Williams, r h b; Allen B e ddoe, l h b; Hiram Antrim, f b. School No. 23-Joe Mikel, r e; Hall Beesucker, r t; J o hn Nuttus, r g; William Jordan, c; Patrick Jones, I g; John Harris, 1 t; Bill Dale, 1 e; Harry Re wan, qi John Mitchell, r h b; Chester Deboe, 1 h b; \Valt e r Dougherty, b. Howards (Brockton, Mass.), 20; Neversweats (Brockton, Mass.), o . Howards-John Brown, r e; Henry Clements, r t; Lester Ewen, r g Fred Beal, c; Howard McCleave, I g; Raymond Crapo, 1 t; Parker, l e; L eo Gormley, q; Frank Britt, r h b; Frank Ewen, I \1 b; Harry Lucas, f b. Neversweats-Billie Jones, re; Joe Burke, rt; Alphonse Benio, r g; Fred Wass. c; George Murray, 1 g; Nilo Jamieso n, 1 t; Willis Fencer, I c; Bill Washburn, q; G. Foley, r h b; Peck La Fevor, 1 h b; Dan. Chu rchill, f b. Manger-Frank S. Ewen. Young Bloods (St. Louis), 35; P.A. Club (St. Louis), o. Bloods-I-I. Rob e rts, re; F. Manning, rt; J . Fountain, r g; F. Cominskey, c.i. J. Wadsworth, 1 g; H. 1 t; D. Keen ly, I e; J. Hunt, q; ueF. Tucker, r h b; A. Hamson, 1 h b; W. Blakemore, f b. P. A. Oub-A. McNaughton, r e; B. A. Jewett, rt; W. West, r g; A. Holden, c; F. Delatour, l.g; J. A. Keene, 1 t; W. Egerton, 1 e; A. Powell, q; J. A. Francis, r h b; A. Gib son, 1 h b; D. Daniels, f b. Manager-Shaw. , Merediths (Bangor, Me.), 24; Tip Toppers (Bangor, Me.), 12. Merediths-A. Holden, r e; G. Smith, r t; J. Bruff, r g; A. Golding, c; B . Street, 1 g; H. Patterson, J t; J. Pfarres, I e; D . Close, q; A. Benner, r h b; 1i. Roberts, 1 h b; G. Forbes, f b. Tip Toppers-F. W e st, re; W. Winbele, r t; G. McNaughton, r g; A . Boliver, c; J. Drew, 1 g; W. Manny, l t; K. Hart, l e; E. Miller, q; A. Birdsall, r h b; B. Ford, 1 h b; E . Street, f b. Manager-Haskins Powell. Snorers (Philadelphia), 32; Y. A. C. (Germantown, P a.) , 24. Snorcr&-A. Murdock, r e; A. Towner, r t; E:. Richardson, r g; B. Bacon. c; A . Holmes, I g; E. White, I t; H. Smith, I e; G. Mc Corkle, q; H. Wes t, r h b; B. Gera rd, I h b; D. Gill, f b . Y. A . C. -A. Brown, r e; F. Robins9n, r t; G. r . & ; M. Ford, c; H . g; J\1. Rqtcirk1ss, 1 t; E. l e C. Thompson, q; D : Commskey, r h b; H . Duryea, -l h F . Wright,f b; Manager-A. Emerson.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. C om m onwealth s (Boston , M a ss . ) , 35; F r anklin s (Boston , Mass . ) , 10. Commo n weal ths-S. Field, r e; J . Woods, r t; H . Rountr e e , r g; A. McK i n l ey, c; A . Hawth orn, I g; A. Durycal I t ; F. C o ch r a n , 1 e; B . Barnes, q; E . Lukenba c h, r h b ; C. ivfa r ch, I h b ; G. Hogan, f b . Franklins-H. Potter, r e; F. Cramp t on, r t; H . Can dee, r g ; D . l\fofltg omery, c; H. Connow, I g; A . Towle, l t; 0. Towle , I e; B. Sniffen , q ; A. DeWitt , r h b; S . Hyde, I h b; D . Andrews, f b . Manager-G. A. S h aw . High School (Santa Fe), 36; S. F. R e ds, o . High S cho ol-( Regular team . ) S . F. Reds-F. Long\ve ll, r e ; Ji . Doyle, r t; C . Reed , r g ; B . Sc udder, c; A. C ourt esy, I g ; J. Marteniz, I t; L. Runne r , I e; R. Sullivan, q; A. Gardn e r, r h b; M. White, 1 h b; S. H o well, f b. Mana ger-]. A. Wood. High School (Sa n t a F e ) , 22; Len e ros, o . High Scho ol-( R eg ular tea m.) L e n e ro s-W. S a layar, r c; L . Manctt, r t ; R. M ondr o gon , r g ; R. G o rdo , c; V. Vidal, I g ; A . Alarid, 1 t; P. l\Iirab al, I e; J . Gri ego , q; M. Anaya, r h b; R. Nicol s , I h b; E . Sena, f b . Man ager-] . A . Wood. High S c hool (Sa nta F e), 20; S. F. R e ds, o. High Scho ol-( R egular team : ) S. F . R eds-F. Longw ell, r e ; t-1. Doy le, r t; C . Reed, r g; B. Scudd e r, c; A . C ourt esy, I g ; J. M arte niz , 1 t; L. Runne r, I e ; M. White, q; A. G a rdne r , r h b ; S. How ell, 1 h b; R. S ullivan , f b. Manager-J. A. W o od. Hig h S c hool (Santa Fe), 31; S. F. Reds, o . High Schoo l-(Regular te am.) S. F . Reds-F. L o ngwell , re; H . Doyle, r t; C. Reed, r g ; B . Scu d d e r , c; A. Cour t esy, I g ; J. Marte niz, l t; L. Runn er, l e; M. W hite, q; A. Gardn e r , r h b ; S . Howe ll, 1 h b; R. Sul11van, f b. Man a g er-J . A. Wood. Y. C. I . , Jr9 . (York, Pa.), 32; Keystone A. C. (Yor k, Pa.), o . Y. C. I., Jrs.-Log an, re; Lafean, rt; Smith, r g; Barnett, c; B;:,wers, I g; James , 1 t; McShe r ry , Love, I e; Rupp , q; Cri st, r h b; Shearer, I h b; K atz , f b. Keys t one A . C.C a rner, r e; Hartzle r, r t; La r g; r: ng!ish , c; Kop p , I g; Dodson, I t ; H eathco te, I e: W hite !cy , q; B aer , r h b; Si s enh ea r t , I h b; Pome roy , f b. Mana ge r D . I. Rupp. Y. C. I., J rs. (Yo rk, P a . ) , 29; Northern Li g hts (York, Pa.), o . Y. C. I., Jrs.-( R egula r team . ) No rthern Light s-Bixby, re; Wels h , r t ; H a le, r g ; McClean , c; Bro wn, I g; Dickie, It; Got wal t, I e; Mill e r , q; Wentz, r h b; Hirs h, I h b; Frey, f b . Ma.nag er-D. I. Rupp. Y . C. I. , J rs. (York, P a .), o; Yeat es chic (Lancaste r , Pa.), 12. Y . C. I., Jrs.-{Regular team.) Ye at e s ch ic-Dona l so n, r e ; David s on, rt; Skinner, r g; Potte r , c; Dod ge, 1 g; Harmon, It; Hawes , 1 e ; Mill e r , q; H a re, r h b; Pidco e , 1 h b; B oy d, f b . Manager-Ch arl es Mill e r . Y . C. I., Jrs. (Yo rk, Pa.), 2r; Yellow Jackets (York, Pa.), o. Y . C. I., Jrs.-(Re gul a r t eam.) Y e llow Jackets-Kohler, r e; Plank, r t; Charles, r g; R e es e r, c; Kline, I g; Gamb er, I t; Hall, I e ; Ba rnes, q; P arkhurst, r h b ; Gri sse nger, I h b; Kro use, f b . M a n age r D. I. Ru pp. • Y. C. I., Jrs. (Yo rk, Pa.), 42; P i ne Streets (York, Pa.), o . Y. C. I., Jrs.( Regula r te a m . ) Pine Stree t s-To wn s end, r e ; S o uthwi c k , r t ; Dav i s on , r g; Jaco bs , c ; E v a n s, I g; Spots , I t; Cramer, I e; Burns, q; T o be r t, r h b; Hirs he, l h b; Wimer, f b . Man aager-D. I. Rupp. Liberty B o y s (New York), r6; P icked Team (New York), o. Li be rty Boy s-(Regula r te am . ) P i ck e d Tea m Charley , r c ; Henry, rt;---, r g; Chick , c; --.-, l P aul, 1 e; Mugsey (ca p t.) , q; Sue, r h b ; Kid Sulliva n , I h b; Jay, f b. Manager-J. W. 3cotillo . L iberty Boys of '76 (New Yo r k City), 22; S welled Heads (New Yo r k Citx), o . Libe rty Boys of '76-( Regular te a m.) S welled Heads-Ed, r e ; B o b. r t; Fi ts, r g ; Crud, c; Smi th, l g; O ' Ke efe, I t; Eugene, 1 e ; Pat , q; Crook e d Dick (capt.), r h b; Ol s en, I h b; Farm, f b . Manage r -John W. Sc o till o . Shortridge H. S. (India napolis, Ind.), r 7; Sherida n H . S. (Sher iron, Ind.), o. Shortridge H. S. -Har e , r e; G i pe, r t; D uga n , r g; Griffith, c; C onnor , I g ; Shank, 1 t; Scott (capt.), I e; Dunn ing, q; Cla rk, Doudican, r h b; P r att, Tobi n, I h McKi n ney. f b . S herid a n H . S . Francis, re; Johnson. i: t; Buller, r g; R. Coffin , c; Taylor, I g ; Sny d e r, 1 t.i. Van Winkle, 1 e; Burg ess, q; C. Coffin , r h b ; Warner, I h b; ::.am b le , f b. Trent. Short r i dge H. S . (Indianapoli s, Ind. , 26; Loui sville H . S. (Louis vi lle , Ky. , o . S ho rtrid ge H . S.-(Reg u la r team.) Lou i s v ille H . r c ; Baird, r t; Ca y c1 r &'; Ar thur , e; l!II. Logan, 1 g; 't. Beard, I t; Clerget, I e ; Terry, q ; Haynes, r h b ; Cart well (capt.), 1 h b ; Hancoc k, f b . Mana g er-John Trent. Shortr idg e H ; S . (In dian a polis , Ind.), r2; Han ove r College ( Ma
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Ward, r h b; Solloway, I h b; Lauber, f b. H. A. C.-Mars hall, r e; Becker, r t; Schmidt, Lepp s, r g; Vertenberg, Hahn, c; Scha efer , 1 g; " Mills, It; Web:!r (caft.), I e; Weaver, q; Dowd, Doyle, r h b; Harrison, I h b; Ryan, b. Manager-W. Solloway. Woodbines (Baltimo re, Md .), 34; Columbias (Baltimore, Md.), o. Vloodbines-(Regula r team.) Columbias-Martin, re; Myers, r t; Shueler, r g; R e nnert, c; Kelly, I g; Baker, l t; Koslosky, I e; Wolfe, q; D. Swe en ey, r h b; Dudley, I h b; J. Sweeney, f b. Manager-W. S ollo w ay. C. St. A. C. (Chicop ee, Mass.) , rs; West Ends (Chicopee, M a s s . ) , o. C. St. A . C.-(Regular team.) Ends-Leary, r e;Jackson, r t; B o nner, r g; :\forri s sey, c; Shea, I g; Corcoran, l t; J elo, 1 e; Swarts, q; Ke n n e dy, r )l b; Morrill, 1 h b; Palmer, f b. Manager-C. L enring. C. St. A. C. (Chic o p ee, M ass .), 28; Rockets (Ludlow, Mass.), o. C. St. A. C.-(Re gula r team.) Rockets-Be ll, r e; Hopkins, r t; Susie, r g; McGlynn, c; Sullirnn, 1 g; Connell, I t; Dorney, I e; Furkey, q; Mack, r h . b; Riley, 1 h b; Bird, f b. Manager-C. Lev e ring. . Little O rchards (India n a p olis, Ind.), 25; Tigers (Indianapolis, Ind.). 5. Little Orchards-Clune, r e; Bohlen, Vandlandingham, r t; D u ncan , r g; Cullen, c; Turne r, l g; Nolan, I t; Gable, 1 e; Lawp sell, q; Allerdice, r h b; Ten Eyck, 1 h b; Rhiem, Dean, f b. Tigers-Bres t e r . r \'!; Patto n, rt; Smith, r g; Joseph, c; Pyle, 1 g; Hays, 1 t; Stokes, I e; Arnold, q; Perkins, r h b; Conduit, l h b; Mt:Cauley, f b. Ma:nager-R Nolan . Little Orchards (Indianapolis, Ind.), 35; Junior Leagues (Indianapolis , Ind.), o. Little Orchards-( Regular team.) Junior Leagues-Tatty, r e; While, r t; McArthur, r g; Smith, c; Batchelor, I g; Bosler, I t; Chesni.ttt, I e; W a d del, q; P y le, r h b; Hamilton, I h b; Lourie, f b. Manager-R. Nolan. . Little Orchards (Indianapoli;;, Ind.), 35; Kenwoods (Kenwood, Ind.), 0. Little Orchards-\Regular team.) Kenwoods-Courtlot, r e; tooke; rt; Hinkle. r g; Neil, c; Elder, 1 g; Dra ne, I t; Ayre s , 1 e; McElwaine, q; B r adley, r h b; Potts, I h b; Lendley, f b. M a n-Nolan. . . L1tt1e Orchards (lnd1 a napoh s , Ind. ) , 20; Coloni a ls (Indianapolis, . Ind.), 0. Little Orcha rd s--( Regular t eam.) Colonial s-Derrick, r e; D. Nlorri:;cm, r t ; W a lker, r g; R a lston , c; McCoughlin, I g; Hubbins , I t; Comstock, 1 e : Lowry . q; Lewis, r h b; Leathers, I h l>; F. :.\lorris on, f b . Manager-R. Nolan. Orchards (Indianapolis, Ind.), ro; Indiana Academy (Indi a n a poli s , I n.d.), 5. Little Orchards-(Regula r team.) Indiana Academy-Kane, r e; Elgin, r t: Banks, r g; Schmidt, c; Smith, l g; Steele, 1 t; Cull e n , I e; Seife r t , q; Colon, r h b; Newman, 1 h b; Ketchum, f b. Nolan. Litt le Orchards ( Tndianapo1is , Ind.), 35; Buckeyes (Indianapolis, Ind.), 0 . Li t tl e Orchards-(Regular team.) Buckeyes-Merneberger, r e; Gal es, r t; Coburn, r g; Craig, c; L e e, 1 g; Foster, I t; Sydney, 1 e; Stein, q ; 'Block, r h b ; Stokes, I h b; Patton, f b. Manager-R. N o lan . B . romptons (Chicago. I:ll.), 25: Cal v arys (Evanston, Ill .), o. Bromptons-(Regular team.) Calvarys-M. O wl, re; E . Williams. r t: C: Anderson, r g; W. H a s t ette, c; F. Buren. 1 g; Jim O'Lce (capt.), 1 t ! T . Anderson, l e; N. Rogers, q; H. Frank, r h b; J. Willie, I h b; T. Williams, f b. Manager-Chas. Miller. B _romptons (Chica go, Ill. ) . rs; Evanst ons (Evanston, Ill.), o. Bromptons-(Regular te a m.) Evanstons-J. Howard, r e; M. Jolrns o n, rt; C. T horp. r g: ]. T hroop, c; R. W a lden, I g; S. Colfax , I t; B. Stone. I e ; E. E s can a ba, q; F. Manistee, r h b; T. Keirter, I h b; D. Ada. f b . .Manager-Chi rles Mill e r . Brompto n s (Chicago. Ill. ) , 44; A s hland s ( Chicago, Ill.), o. Bromptons-(Regula r team.) A shlands-C. Yale , r e; A. Green, r t ; P. Yates . r g; C. Palme r , c : i\L Luell a , I g; S. Sai1ga mon, l t: A. 1 e; P. Carp e n t e r. q; R. Loomis, r h b; J. Bishop. I h b; 0. Cvrtis , f b. M anager-Charles Miller. Brompt ons (Chicago, Ill.), 12; Wellingtons (Chicago, Ill.), o . Bromptons-(Regular te a m .) V l'eJlingtons-J.Lowe, re; W. Wallace, r t; G . . Butler, r g; C. Shield s , c; A. Irikerman, 1 g; B. Sultan, 1. t; S. Talman, l e; z. Whippi, q; ]. Cortez, r h b; A. Mozart, I h b; G. Rice, f b. Manager-Charles Miller. Bromptons (Chicago, Ill.), 8; Drexels (Chicago, Ill.), o . . Bromplons-( R eg ular t eam.) Drexels-G. Beck e t, r e; W . Becket , r t; H. Lunt, r g; R. Morse, c; L. Lemoyne, I g; J. Dick ens, I t; V. Haye s, I e; R. Bloomingdale, q; D. Patte rson, r h b ; C. Cortland, I h b; J. Fillmore, f b. Manager-Charles Miller. Regulars (Chicopee, M:ass.), 40; Sacred Hearts (Chicopee, Mass .), o. Regulars-S. Tardons, r e; F. Golding, r t; ]. Kennedy, r g; ]. Urbing, c: ]. Raferty, l g; M . Boroun, l t; F. Bullard, I e; W. Frodema, q; ]. Frodema, r h b; C. Bowman, l h b; C. Levering, f b . Sacred Hearts-Hardy, r e; Sampso n, r t; Tre hy, r g; Henry, c; Ryan, I g; Morton, I t; Gre enwood, I e; Preston, q; Fuller, r h b; Jackson , I h b; J ac obs, f b. Manager-C. L e vering. R egulars (Chicopee, Mass.) , 18; St. Josephs (Chicopee, Mass.), o. Regulars-(Reg-ular team.) St. Josephs-Harkins, re; Hynes, r t; Dickinson, r g; Hoffman, c; Rigby, I g; Fletcher, I t; Harney, I e; Ilarry, q ; Johnson, r h b; Walsh, I h b; Manning, f b. Manager-C. Levering. Regulars (Chicopee, Mass.), 6; Boys' Club (Holyoke, Mass.), o. team.) Boys' Club-Buckley, r e; Mar t e ns, rt; Hunia, r g; Hurley, c; Lynch, 1 g; Vogel, I t; E. Thomson, I e; R. Thomson, q; Sockie, r h b; Dos ey, l h b; Doran, f b. Manag-er-C. Levering. • Resolute A. C. (New York City), 12; Turquoise F. C. (New York City), o. R eso lute A. C.-CRegular team . ) 'furquoise F. C.-Lis son , re; Hutchinson, rt; Burgess, r g; O'Neill, c; Jackson, I g; Turner, I t; Martin, l e; Harris , q; Smith, r h b; Lason, l h b; Bricen, f b. Manager-Edw. Block. Resolute A. C. (New York City), 33; Hills ides (Yonke rs, N. Y.), o. Resolute A. C..-(Regular team.) Hills ide s-Gordon, r e; Rob erts, r t; Pate, r g; Alb e rts, c; Sammis, I g; Lisson, I t; Stevens, I e; Calhoun , q; McNames, r h b; O ' Brien, I h b; Veit, f b. Manager-Edw. Block. A. C. (New York City), 24; Mutual A. C. (Jersey City, N . J.), o . Resolute A. C.-(Regular team.) Mutua l A. C.-Barwise, re; Adrian, . r t; Wats on, r g ; c; Halvors en, I g ; Powers, I t ; R ice , I e; H e inemann. q; Ben s on, r h b; Hatfield, I h b; Cre ight on, f b. t-lan a g er-Edw. Block. Resolute A. C. (New York Cit y), II; Melvilles (Whitestone, L. I.)' 0. Res olute A. C.-(Regula r t e am . ) Melvilles-:.\foran, r e; Bing ham, r t; :Bis choff, r g; Vl eis s , c; Davi s , I g; Cohen, I t; Ferris, I e; Durbrow, q ; Hahn, r h b; Roman, I h b; Weaver, f b. Manager-Edw. Block. Boys of America (Ogdensburg, N. Y.), 35; R. A. Scrubs (Og d ensburg. N . Y.), o. Boys of America-Larry L o cklin (capt.), r e; Dick. Ellis, r t; Bob Morse ll. r g; Grim esy, c; Dick Morsell, 1 g; Willis Harper, l t; Dick Carr, I e; B. B o b , q; Buck Badger, r h b ; .Paul Clifton, 1 h b; Dart Keenan. f b. R. A. Scrubs-Will Fieldin g , r e; Brown (capt.), rt; Pete Jarvis, r g; Charles Snow, c ; G. Bean, I g; Jack Potter, I t; Harry Perkins, l e; Percy Cook, q; S e ymour Sljl1ith, r h b; William Murphy, I h b; B e n Little, f b. Man ager-Dart Keenan. Boys of America (Ogdensburg, N. Y.), 18; Scalpers (Ogdens . burg, N. Y.), o . Boys of America-(Regular team.) Scalpers-E. K e rn, r e; H. Wales, rt; John Holland, r g; J. Young, c; H. Fos ter, 1 g; H. Hawrigan, I t; G . Lec.Ja n, 1 e; B. Ericks on, q; P . Zimmennan (capt.), r h b; M . Dingwall , l h b; N . Lehman, f b. ManagerDart Keenan. of Amrrica (Ogde nsburg, N. Y .), 26; Riparlus A . C. (Og d ensburg, N . Y .), o . Boy s of America-( Regul a r t eam. ) Riparlus A . C.-M. Reinhardt, r e; R. Goatsch , r t ; A. B . ernhardt, r g; J. Kuntzmann, c ; F . Sch ackermann, 1 g; H. Zw e ibelhof e r , 1 t; P. Wicbe lu s, 1 e ; H. Eichinger, g; M. Stolz, r h b; ]. Sweitzer, 1 h b; H. Fleckens t e in (capt. ) , f b . Manager-Dart K ee nan. . Boys of Ame rica (Ogde n sburg , N . Y.), 34; Little College A. C. (Og d e n sburg, N. Y.), o. Boys of America-(Regular team.) Little Coll ege A. C.-L. Crouk, r e; Geprge Ganow, r t; D. Williamso n , r g; G. Simmo ns, c; J. Crouk, 1 g; Barnhart.-Scudder, 1 t; Charles Roff. 1 .e; B. Whitney (capt.), q; W'. Plane. r h b; A . Anders on, 1 h b; M. :M;cPhee, f b. Manager-Dart Keenan. ,

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Prof. Fourmen: I will be very much oblig e d to you if you will an s w e r a few que st ion s for me. I. My ag e i s r4 years 7 m onths; height, 5 feet r i nch ; weight, 92 pound s . M y neck is r2 inc h es ; b ic e p s , IO; forearm, 9;/, ; che st, 29)/,; ch es t e x panded, JI; fr o m should e r t o should e r, 14)/, ; wris t , 6; wai st, 27; t h i gh, r7J/:, and calv es, r 1 4 inches. H o w are my m e a s urements? 2. I c a n put a 12-p ou nd s hot 20 feet; can put out at arm's length 20 pounds; standing b r oad jurnp, 7 feet 8 inche s ; running broad jump, 13 feet 6 inches; standing.high jump, 3 feet; running high jump, 4 feet 6 inche s ; xoo-yard dash in 13 seconds. How .are my records? 3. What muscles are develop e d in putting the shot? 4 . Is wre s tling a better exercise than boxing? When I try to do anything with my i:ight arm of )ate the:e. 1s a pain either in my arm or should e r nght where my arm ioms my sh<; mlder. It is on the back part of my arm or shoulder and sometimes I cannot raise my arm to the middle of my back. Please tell me the cause of this pain and i f it c a n be stopped. 6. In football should you have your heavy men for right half-back, left half back and full-back, or should you hav e them on the line, and should you have heavier guards than tackles. Hoping to see this in print , I remain, . A WRESTLEL I. You are a little under weight. z. Your records are good. 3. All the upper muscles of the body. 4. Both are good . You have probably strained a muscle. Use chest weights. and after exe rcising rub bri s kly w i th alcohol or a liniment of lead and opium would be good to rub on at night. 6. Put heavier men on the line and have heavier men for a-uards and tackles . Prof. Fourmen: As I am interested in tihysical culture I would like to ask a few questions. I am 17 years old, he i ght, 5 feet 8 inches, and weigh . 130 pounds. I am taking a complete line of physical culture, but would like to get a f e w point s o n it. I ex pect to play on a hockey team this winter and would like you to suggest so me good exercise to get good muscles in my legs, s ide riding a bicyde. I also would like to know what exercise w o uld give me good wind. Is there any exercise to strengthen the ankl es? Hoping this will be no trouble to you to answer thes e ques t ion s , I am, .YQUr tr.uly, . A PITTSBURG READEJ:. Your proportion s are good. To deve!EJp the muscles of the legs you can do the, .''.standipg .. on . your toes" :e.xercise, that is, rising on the toes and gradually let th e foo t down again, then ra i se tlrc to e s and .stand . . on the heel. Thi s il> good for your a nkle s . S k ipp ing the rope is mo s t beneficial a n d running, the lat ter . will . hel p you . a.long the breat hing c xer.cis e to you_r wind. .. -. Prof. Fourmen: I am r6 yea rs old, 5 feet 3 inG hes tall, weigh IIS I s the weight eorrecP I h.ave very narrow shoul ders. Can you advise me what to do to enlarge them? . Thanking you in advance and h ' oping to s e e rriy a1is wer itJ nc;xt num _ber of Tip Tt>p, I remain, yours respectfully, A TIP TOP ADMIREL You could weigh a few pounds more, but for your age and height y6ur weight is fair . Use the dm;1bbells, che-st weights and In,diati clubs. Punching the is ' good for the also . . . Prof. 'Fourmen: Not seeing any letters from this town J thought I would let you know we think Tip Top is . fine. Please tell me if my measurements are all right. Thanking you in ad vance. Age, 16 years; weight 1 130 pounds; height, 5 feet 5 inches; right forearm, 13 inches; right bicep, 12 inches; left bicep, 1:.1 in c hes; left forearm, 12)/, inches; chest, normal1 35 inches; neck, 140 inches ; wrists, 7 inches; Jegs1 right an-8 inches; wrists, 67i inches: right thigh, inchc:s; left inches; right calf, inches; left calf, inches; waist, 28 inches; right lower arm . , inches; left lower arm, 9 inches. l have never had any traimng and do not do much work. Please tell me how I am developed and what training I should take more th a n any oth er. T hanking you in advance, I remain, yor friend, A SOUTHERN READEk. You . want to begin by going into training. Read my a rticle , "General Advice to Young Athletes," tb be found in Tip Top No. 265. Get plenty of exercise regularly. Your m e asure,ments :I.re fair. Your chest needs development. Exercise a. h a lf hour before breakfast and at night and all the outdoor life y o u can get. Prof. Fourmen: I am a very great reader of your "Ideal pub lication for the Americ;an youth" and am as much intcr . ested in Dick and his friends' careers as I was in Frank's. Tnc losed will find five cents 'for Tip Top Weekly No: 265, in which i's tha course of "General Training for Young Athlete s." Please t ell ho:V { am in to my propo rtions. I am 17 yea r:i.. old ; height, 5 feet 9 mches; weight, 145 pounds; ca n s ta n d and J um 8,71 feet; runnmg jump, feet; kick, 6)/, feet. Arn these fair measurements and records?Expecting a reply, I remain, GEORGE F. N-EWTOS. Yes, your . measurements and records are good. The copy bas been forwarded you. MANAGER'S COUPON. Ma.n•gors Na.mt> . .... ._ . ... . ............. ,, ................ . Addre1s ... . . . •• . • . • . • '"'.." " ••••. •• .•••. • •••••• 1 ••••• .-. StattJ ...••••••••.•• , .•••••.•••• ................. . Oa.me Bet-Breen. : . , • ; • • •••.........• , . .. ..............•. " . anct -. ... ... . ........... ' ........... . 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TIP TOP PRIZf (iALLfRl' PRIZE PHOTOGRAPH No. 23 " CRACKAJACKS " Prize Photograph No. 23 was entered in the Contest by S. Doring, of Hoboken, N. ]. PRIZE PHOTOGRAPH No. 24 " ALERTS BASEBALL TEArl " Prize Photograph No. 2 4 was entered in the Contest by Leo Petrie, of Halifax, N. S. Second Annu!)I Photographic Contest A Full Photographic Outfit GIVEN AS A PRIZE For the Best Amateu1 Tip Top Photograph of Any Athletic Event or Athletic Team. • • • • • • COME ON, BOYS! 6ET YOUR CAMERAS AT WORK II you want a Fine and Complete Photographic Oudlt, here Is your chance. All you have to do Is to get a good, clear pie ture of any of the following subjects: 1. A Baseball Game 2. A Basketball Game 3. A High Jump 4. A Hurdle Race 5 . A Pole Yault 6. A Swimming Match 7. A Shot Put 8. A Ha1n1ner Throw 9. Au Athletic Team 10. An Athlete 11. A Bicycle Race 12. A Wrestling Match 13. An Ice Hockey Game 14. A Skating Match Also send a description of what the picture represents Our artist will act as judge in the Contest ----THE----Best Photograph Wins the Prize

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