Dick Merriwell's dirk, or, Beset by hidden peril


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Dick Merriwell's dirk, or, Beset by hidden peril

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Dick Merriwell's dirk, or, Beset by hidden peril
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WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA -" -issued Weekly. by Subscripti1m $2.50 per year. Entered as Sec ond Class lllalter al New York Post Offia fly SrREET & SMITH, 2(8 U "il/iam St •• N. Y. No. 357. Price , Five Cents. ' i r; SOMETHING WHISTLED PAST DICK'S BEAD, AND A SUDDllJN CRY OF PAIN BURST FROM TABOR'S LIPS.

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! . SIZE.) , 11a! * ' ' . " . . . * * this catalogue and you will i unexcelled in any part of this world to-day . Don't fail to read thes e stories if you have not already . 325-Dick Merriwell ' s Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 3 26-Fra nk Merri well on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick . Merriwell in Trim; or, The Boy Vv onder of the League. 3 28-Frank Merriwell ' s Honor; or. Defyin g the Bo s s of the League. 329-Dick Merriwell's Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League. 330-Frank Merriwell ' s Fracas ; or, Hot Times in Mad River League. 331-Dick Merriwell ' s Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Se a son. 333--Dick Merriwell ' s New Ball: or, The Boy Wonder at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger;" or, Winning an Uphill Game . 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke ; or, Unmasking the Man of Mystery . 3g;67Frank Merriwell's Winners; or, L anding on T o p in Mad Ri\'er League. 337-Dick l 'vlerriwell's Return; or, Back Again to the O l d School. 338-Dick Merriwell ' s Difficulties; or, Making Up the E leven. 339-Dick Merriwell ' s Mercy; or, The First Game on the Gridiron." 340-Dick Merriwell's Dash; or, Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set; or, Fri. ends and Foes at Fardale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Y ming G ladiators of the Gridiron ' : • 343-Dick Merriwell's Mascot; or, By Luck or P l uck. 344-Dick Merriwell ' s Trust; or, FrieHclship True and Tried. 345-Dick Merriwell ' s Success; or, Bound to be a Winner. 346__..:_Dick Merriweil's Determination; or , The Courage that Conquers. 347;.._Dic , k Merri\\ i ell's Readine ss; or, Who Stole the Pa,pers? 348-Dick Trap; or, Snaring a Spook. 349-Dick Vim; or , The Greatest Game of All. 350-Ditk Merriwell's Lark; or, ' Beaten at Every Turn. 351-Dlck Merriwell's Defense ; or, Up Against the Great Eaton Five . 352-Dick Merriwell's Dexterity; or, Hot \i\Tork to t he Finish. 353-Dic Merri well Puzz led; or, T h e Mystery of F lii1t. 354-Dick Merriwell's Help; or, F l int's Struggle with H i mself. "355-Dick Merriwell's Model; or, Frank Merriwell " s Fight for Fortune. I 356-Dick Merri well as Detective; or, For t he Honor of a Friend. 35i--Dick Merriwe l l's Dirk; or, Beset by Hidd en Peril. 358-Dick Merriwell's Victo ry; or, Hol d ing the Enemy i n Check. With T m ToP No. 285 begin s the now famous F a rd a l e Serie s, in which Dic k Merriwell , bas entered the g ood old s cho o l at which the career o f F.rank M erriwell a l s o bega n some Thou s a nds o f y o ung A m ericans will want to read of the fin e things that Dick Merriwe ll h as do ne, i s doing and w ill in the future do_. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 238 William St., New York. ******************************* **********************************

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\ Issued Weekly. B y Subscriptio n Sa. 5 0 jJer year. as Sec o n d Class Matier a l the N. Y . Post Office , {)y STREET .t SMITH, a38 William S t . , N. Y, Enter e d a c c ordm1r to Act of Con!{reSS in tlze year IQO.J, in the O ffice of the Librarian o/ C:On!{ress, Washin!{lon, ), C. No. 357. NEW YORK. February 14, 1903. Price Five Cents. DICK MERRIWt:LL'S DIRK: • OR, Beset by Hidden Peril. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. SET FREE. "Dick, my . boy," said Detective Henry Nelson, "if you wish, you will be permitted to inform your friend Flint that he is free." • I "Then you are going to set Dave free at once?" exclaimed Dick , in great satisfaction. "Sure thing. His arrest was simply a blind to de ceive Sha/"' , whom I suspected of being the real crim inal. He was not regularly committed , nor taken with a warrant, so I have power, since Harvey Crubb has confessed, to set him at liberty." "And you did not believe at any time that he was guilty?" "No. " real proof against him , however, save that I had seen him at the railroad bridge. He' s stubborn and sly , and I felt that it might prove disastrous to arrest him and attempt to force a confession fr o m him . Beside s , had he been arrested , as I reasoned it, his accomplice or ac c omplic es would become alarmed. If he refused for a w hile to confess, it might give them time to es cape, or to run for it and cause considerable trouble in ch a sing them down. I believed the arrest of Flint would lull the real culprits into fancied security that might lead them into betraying themselves. That is why Flint was taken." "Perhaps that was a shrewd piece of business, Mr. Nelson , " said Dick , seriously; "but I think you would have hesitated about carrying it out if you had known "Then-. -" how much distress and mortification you were sure to "But I did believe that Shaw was guilty. I had no cause Dave Flint, who, within the past two or three I

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2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. weeks, has passed through no end of humiliation here r . at school." The detective frowned a little, for the voice and words df the boy seemed to censure him for his man,ner of procedure. "In my business," he said, "we can't stop to con sider everybody's feelings. If we did we'd be fooled more than half the time. We have to accomplish our work, regardless of sentiment. Remember what I have told you already, that you will make a successful detective if you care to enter the profession." For Nelson could not forget that Dick had struck the right trail first and had followed it with the un erring scent of a hound , being on hand to take an active part in the capture of the real culprits. This swift work on the part of the boy had astonished the detective. "Thank you," said Dick. "But if I am to inform Flint that he is free let me hasten to do so. I know how much he is suffering there in the lock-up." "All . right," nodded Nelson . "Besides, we want that lock-up for our prisoners. Come on." The guard at the lock-up readily opened the door at the command of the detective, who remained to speak with him, while Dick entered. The place was lighted with a smoky kero sen e lamp. On the stool where he had sat when Dick vtsited him hefore for the purpose of assuring him of absolute confidence in his innocence was Flint. He started up he saw it was Dick who entered. "Hello, Dave!" called Dick, cheerfully. "It's all right." ''All-all right?" questioned the boy with the scar, -ioubtingly. "\iVhat do you mean?'' "You are free.'.' Flint started forward a stel? and stopped. "Free?" he breathed, in a hoarse whisper. "Sure thing , Dave," laughed Dick. "I've come to tell you." "But-but I don't understand. How can it be so soon?" "The real robbers 11ave been arrested, and they are tD be lodeed here directly. : ' "The real ones? But--" "One of them has confessed." "Who was it?" cried Flint, excitedly. "Was it Arlington? Was it Shaw?" "Neither of them, though Shaw has confessed that he put the stolen stuff in your room to get you into trouble. He found . it, but knew it had been stolen. He'll have to walk. He'll be expelled sure as fate." Flint was trembling a little. He was almost over whelmed by the suddenness of it, for he had fancied that he would be compelled to remain a prisoner under suspicion for several days, at least. Dick had given him hope to believe that he might be set free and cleared of suspicion in time; but here it was the evening of the very day when such hope had been awakened in his heart. "You're sure?" he huskily demanded-"you're sure there is no mistake, Merriwell? The detective-" "Is outside the door. He told me to tell you that you might go." For a moment it seemed that Flint's eyes were up turned in thankfulness. His plain face became radiant. "You told me it shou ld come, Dick!" he exclaimed, his heart overflowing. "You were the one of them all who had confidence in me , who came here to cheer me! I'll n()t forget it-as long as God gives me life and memory I'll not forget it! .. His earnestness was intense and impressive. . Had he spoken a thousand words of thanks and gratitude, he could not have said more . He grasped Dick's hand and wrung it wa.mly. Nelson nodded as they came out. He spoke to Dave. "You ought to be proud to have such a friend as Merriwell, my boy," he said. ''I am," was Flinfs simple answer. "I am very proud." "It lo oked rather bad for you, but he didn't seem to have the least doubt of your innocence." In this moment Flint felt that it was better to have won one friend like this than to have a hundred ordi nary, lukewarm friends. It seemed greater happiness than he deserve
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 They walked out beneath the stars, and Dave drew in a great breath of freedom. The crisp, frosty air tasted very sweet to him. The village lights were shin ing. It was not yet late. Many things had happened that night. As they paused a moment outside the door a sudden sound of many voices rising in a shrill roar came echo-ing along the street. ' Flint started. "What's that?" he exclaimed. "It comes from the rink," said Dick. "The rink? Why, I thought-.-" "You know our basketball team 1s playing \Yhite there to-night." \ "But you-you are captain of the team. They put you in captain. And you are here!" "Well, did you think I would be playing basketball while you were locked up with a false charge of crime hanging over you? I guess not!" Again Flint found it impos s ible to express his feelin<>" of gratitude. "How can t'1ey get along without you?" he sa id. "It is pretty late. The "They did not begin until very late. They waited for me , thinking I might turn up to get into the game. One of the fellows told me when I went with Nelson to the rink a short time ago to get Clint Shaw. They were just beginning the game then. It can't be more Again from the lighted rink came a shrill sound of many voices raised in a wild scream of triumph. "Listen!" exclaimed Dick. The scream was followed by a fine cheer. "!hat's White cheering!" Merri well exclaimed. "By the sound the battle must be going aga in s t Fardale. Come on, Davel Let's look in and see. It will be tough if we ' re beaten to-night. White Academy will crow over it for a year." "If Fardale is b e aten to-night, it will be becau s e you are not in the game," said Flint, as he permitted Dick "to pull him away toward the rink. CHAPTER IL IN THE RINK. In truth White Academy was triumphant. In the absence of Dick Merriwell , Chester Arlington had been gi ven a place on the team, which had delighted his friends among the plebes. Chester was not in his be s t form . Of late he had taken to smoking cigarettes, and that had aone him no good. . Still he pla yed well. But the team lacked the vim and ginger that the pres ence of Dick Merriwell seemed always to inspire . It had started out fairly well, getting the first two goals ; but then White had awakened like a slumbering lion, and the score was tied so quickly that the cadets were dazed . . From that time on it was a desperate fight. The than half over now. Let's go in and watch the finish." game was rougher than usual. Jolliby was hurt and Dave held back. had to retire. Fardale seemed to forget that there wa s "I-I don't-I can't!" he faltered. "Those fellows believed me guilty ! Some of them will be sorry I am not! That is what hurts! I don't want to go there, Dick!" "Non sense, Dave! That's the very thing for you to do. \Valk in like a man and show yourself. I'll be with you. This business is not going to hurt you, old man; on the contrary, I believe it will be a good thing for you. Most of the fellows will begin to understand that you are not half as bad as your enemies have been trying to make them believe. Come on, Dave." Still Flint held back. such a thing as team work. Arlington m a de a brilliant by sharp individual playing, and the others tried to imitate him. Chester wished to cover himself with I glory whether the cadets won or not. He was looking to make a good record. Now that Dick Merriwell was absent, he fancied it was his opportunity to make him self solid. Big Bob Singleton was watching every move, and i t did not take him long to see just where the trouble i a y . He placed it all at Arlington's door. fellow will break up any team he gets onto," growled the big athlete. "He' a a disorganizer I" \

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4 TIP T O P WEEKLY. There are such fellows. They s eem smart, they play well, they are bright enough, but about them there is something that disorganizes any athletic team on which they happen to be. Such fellows are worse than inferior players. A good captain is sometimes able to hold them in place, but it takes a masterly hand. And even when they are kept in place to all outward appear ance they may be working secretly to do harm. They may not mean to do any harm, and they always seem to try to do their best themselves. They are invariably in tensely selfish and egotistical. They think themselves help the fellow, but this last piece of business shows his sympathy and aid is wasted. Flint is crooked." There were many besides Dow who were saying the same things. When the tide turned and the game seemed to be going against the home team, Arlington's friends began to murmur against Dick. "He knew it was a hard game," said Tom Walker. "That's why he kept out of it." "Where is he?" demanded Hector Marsh. "Oh, it's likely he's trying to cheer up that crooked the " whole th;n!!." and they have a way of telling how thief Flint," said Fred Preston. it was tl1eir w ork that won this game or that game or "I wonder what they wanted of Shaw," said Jack nearly won some other game. Often these fellows Harwood. have sincere admirers who believe in them and who Clint Shaw had been called from the rink just as tqink they cannot be dispensed with. In many cases the game was about to begin. such friends have influence. They may be active sup-:'Perhaps they think he knows something against porters of the team, and it is dangerous to affront such Flint," grinned Marsh, showing his huge, protruding ' supporters. For that reason in numerous instances teeth. "If he does, he ought to be glad enough to tell the disorganizers manage to keep their places, no matit. It will serve as salve for his broken nose, which ter how much they may be suspected by the manager Flint gave him." and captain. It is a nervy captain who can quietly All knew Shaw hated Flint intensely, He had pes drop a chap he knows is a disorganizer and not be tered Dave until the desperate lad threw a skate which moved by the howl that goes up from the friends of crushed and broke Shaw's nose, making a disfigure the lad who ha s been dropped. But such a captain has . ment which might last for life, and this had added to in him the elements of a successful commander. the undying rancor held by Clint. For some time after the score was tied neither team made another basket. Repeatedly the ball was rushed int o a position to try for a goal, but each attempt missed . Finally White got a good opening, and one of her players made a clever goal. Then the loyal rooters who had accompanied the learn to let themselves out and howled. '.Elmer Dow , the manager, watching eYerything that was taking place, became very nervous. "Too bacl ! " he said. "Too bad Merriwell is not here! He ought to be in this game! I felt it in my bones that we'd lose if we did not have him! \i\ 'hat is he doing that he didn't come? lt's because Flint Not one of them suspected the truth. Not one of them knew that already Shaw had confessed that he had tried to ruin Dave Flint by hiding some of the stolen articles in his room and throwing suspicion upon him. They did not know that, even then, Dick Merri well was entering Dave's cell to tell him that he was free. Shaw did not return to the rink. He was permit ted to depart, and he wandered off into the starry night, his heart eaten by rage and despair. A second Fardale player was hurt, and there was a slight delay. "Those fellows are bound to use up our team," said Harwood, who sat with the plebes in , the balcony. ' 1If they continue at this rate, they'll succeed," was arrested. He'd better let Flint alone and stick by averred Preston. the team. Flint is no good. Merriwell has tried to A substitute was put in, and the game went on.

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T IP TOP WEEKLY. 5 Still Fardale could not score. Still White pushed "\Vhat's that?" ?-Sked many. "What do you say the home team. The passing of t h e vis i tors was quick, about Dave Flint?" deft and accurate. They did not toss the ball about "He' s set free . " aimlessly; every . throw was made with a deliberate purpose. All the while they were working with one end in view-the making of a goal. Arlington t:ied, as far as possible , to keep in a posi tion where he could be always ready to try for a goal. Tabor, one of White's cleverest players, singled out Chester and frustrated several of his efforts to score. Tabor was like a leaping panther. He was. quick as .a flash of light. He could shoot into the air and s trike
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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. There was no reason why Dick should not be proud. It was generous pride over Flint's innocence, as well as selfish pride because he, Dick, had never faltered in believing the accused lad innocent. It is a fine thing when we stand by a friend through evil report and adversity to have that friend exonerated and our unfaltering faith justified. Then our pride is pardonable. Dick Merriwell's interest in Dave Flint was of the most unselfish character. He had discovered the in trinsic worth, the sterling qualities, the truly generous nature of this plain, unprepossessing lad, and with each passing day he felt his interest in Flint growing stronger. Having found it necessary to struggle to reach his own self-mastery, having been tempted more than once, having succumbed to temptation at first, and having come to understand the value of a true friend in such times of mental strain and struggle, Dick was eager to do all he could to help Flint. J For Dick was not conceited enough to believe that without the aid of his brother Frank he could have ac complished in his own case such a radical improvement. Frank had been his model, his guiding star, his truest friend. "Here, fellows, what's the matter with Flint? His arrest was a blunder. The real robbers have been taken, and he has been set free, completely exonerated. What's the matter with Dave Flint?" There was a slight hush, as if the boys above had been stricken dumb. Flint felt his heart stop beating. He felt his blood turn cold. To him it seemed that the great mass of human e3'es turned on him were regard ing him with scorn and derision. He was tempted to thrust his fingers into his ears to shut out the hisses he expected would burst forth. Ir;stead of hisses, however, seized by a sudden im pulse, the cadets roared in unison : "He's all right!" Flint's heart leaped and pounded in his bosom, while the blood rushed to his head and the lights and gallery seemed swimming round him. They appeared to mean it. Their hearty shout rang with satisfaction over his acquittal. These were the boys who had scorned him, treated h'im with contempt, derided him as the son of a jail bird. Now they seemed glad that he had come through this misfortune unscathed. Never had he dreamed to hear them utter such a shout in his behalf, and the sound was the sweetest of And as Dick came to know from what depths music in his ears. The pleasure was almost too keen Flint had struggled, how he had battled against fate, for him to bear. prejudice, misfortune and his own nature, he wondered greatly at what the lad with the scar had accomplished. He acknowledged that Dave was far more of moral hero tlian he himself, and that was one reason why Dick stuck by Flint like glue. In the first place, he had found himself interested in Dave out of pity. Dick was the kind of a fellow who J sympathized with "the under dog." The great mass of boys shout for the dog on top. This is human na ture. When the boys rose up in the balcony and cheered Dick laughed and waved his cap over his head. "You bet he's all right!" he declared. "Ready, now, to let loose for Flint!" And they followed his lead-they "let her loose." " 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! 'Rah! 'rah!' rah! 'Rah, 'rah! 'rah! Flint! Flint! Flint!" Chester Arlington had heard the first cheer, and stepped quickly to the door of the dressing-room, where he stood watching and listening. He hated Merriwell; Flint he held in contempt. He had been compelled to confess to himself that Flint was not quite Dick seemed disappointed. the coward he had seemed, but he was poor and came Dave Flint was thrilled. It made his heart rejoice from a common family, which was enough to make to hear this burst of admiration for the one lad who had been his true friend at Fardale. RuL the cheering stopped, Dick cried: Chester look down on Dave with scorn. And this fellow Arlington was the son of patents who had started out poor in life. His father, the great • /

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 railroad magnate and head of the Consolidated Mining "Oh, you don' t have to believe it! It won' t make Association o f America, had been a poor boy. His any difference. Shaw's confession was what set Flint mother, a cold, proud and haughty woman, overbearing 'to those she regarded as her inferiors, had also been poor in her girlhood. Wealth had wrought a great change in D. Roscoe Arlington; but it had wrought a greater and far more lamentable ehange in his wife. It was l\frs. Arlington who had brought up her son to look down in scorn upon "common persons." Chester had partaken of the nature of his mother, and whatever he became in life that he could thank h _er for. "Merriwell will be thrusting himself into the game now," he thought, soptly. "He'll try to Am things, as he always does. If we happen ta win, they'll say he did it." With this thought , came another still less worthy. It was that he had rather see Fardale defeated than to have the. cadets win when the credit would be given to Merri well. He was sore when the gallery rose up and cheered for Dick; but his feelings were outraged when Dick called for a cheer for Flint ahd the gallery responded in what seemed to be one unanimous barking roar. "The fools!"" grated. beneath his breath. "Why J . do they cheer for a low dog like that? He's sure to think himself somebody now! He!ll get conceited." Then a plebe came breathless and panting into the dressing-room. "Say, fellows, have you heard?" he gasped. "Heard what?" asked Buckhart. "I opine we heard those fellows cheering out yon." "The detectiYe who nf!.bbed Flint has pinched Shaw." Chester had tm'riecl to listen. Now he exclaimed: "Shaw?" "Yes." "Arrested him?" "\i\T ell, pretty near that. Anyhow, Shaw's confessed.'' "Confessed what?" "That he put the stolen things in Flint's room. " "I don't believe it!" exclaimed Chester, hotly. "It's ' dirty. lie l" free." "Then Shaw was a fool t" grated Arlington, in a low tone. "But we'll know more about this later." Elmer Dow had hastened onto the floor of the rink. He was returning with Merriwell and Flint. "Why, of course you must play!" he was saying. "Those fellows are seven points ahead of us. The team can't win without you. You must go. in and take charge of the team. " "All right," laughed Dick. "If it's desperate, J'll do what I can." ,. ,.. . • 'dill '" i .:w'''\.:.:. J "Two players knocked out." "Then put Flint into a suit. Let him be ready to go on as a substitute, if I want him. He may be needed before the game is over." "Just as you say," said Dow, who was de Jighted to have Dick on hand for the final half. , In short order both Merriwell and Flint were stripping to get into suits. To Flint it seemed scarcely possible that such a change had come over his fortunes. A sl1ort'time fore he had been under arrest, locked in the village ca boose, charged with crime, almost universally condemned; now he was free, the shadow had been lifted from him, he v;as preparing to stand ready when called on to take part in a basketball game, he had been cheered by the cadets , they knew he was not guilt1-and all this had been brought ab out by his faitliful friend Dick Merriwell. "Watt," thought Dave. "Some day I'll have q chance to repay him-some day I'll have a chance to show him how grateful I am. Then he shaH With the exception of Arlington, the boys in the dressing-room were in a jolly mood. Littie Ted Smart, who had fought like a young wolf, was laughu1g and joking. "How sorry I am that M erriwell ts gomginto the

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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. game!" he cried. "It's a shame l It just ruins our chance of winning." " 'Ow is that?" asked Billy Bradley, who could never seem to understand that Ted almost always meant ex actly opposite what he said. "Hi am surprised to 'ear you say hit!" "Ow-wow !" barked Smart, l a ughing. "You are so hard to surprise, _ Sir William. Did you ever hear about the rabbit?" "No, Hi never 'eard hab out the rabbit. What habout the rabbit?" I "Oh, it's only a short tail," chuckled Ted. At this the boys laughed, but Billy gaped and said : "Well, why don't you tell hit then. Hi am ready to 'ear the tale, don't y' 'now." "William, you are too sharp for me!" exclaimed Ted. "You see the point of a joke too quick for me to spring one on you. Really, my de a r boy, you're a wonder! But, speaking about stories, have you heard about the egg in the coffee?" "No." "Well, that settles it." • Again the boys laughed, and again Billy gaped. "Look at him!'' cried Ted, pointing at Bradley's blank, face. "See him laugh l He's per fectly convulsed l He's having a fit!" ' "Hi don't see hanything to lawf hat!" indignantly declared the Cockney youth. "Dear me! dear me!" sighed Ted. "Billy, you are strong on jokes, you are! You're a wonder l But say, who was the strongest man?" "Why, Samson, hof course." "Is that so?" "Hit is." ( "Wrong. Jonah was the strongest man." Bradley looked indignant. . ) "Hi' d like to know 'ow in the world you make that hout !" he cried. "'Ow was 'e the strongest man?" ' : He was the strongest because the whale couldn't hold him after getting him down," chirped Ted. This caused a great shout. \ Bradley strode over to Ted, whom he grasped sav agely by the shoulder. "Do you take me for a blooming hass ?" he sliouted. "A whale can't wrestle. Jonah didn't 'ave a wrestling match with the 'owling hold whale." "Didn't he?" said Ted. "Oh, Billy l Billy! Didn't the whale have to throw him up after getting him down? Yes? Ah! you are beginning to see it! Then, of course, the whale was unable to hold him down after getting him down, which demonstrates the remarka)Jle strength of Jonah. Think it over, Sir Wil liam. It will come to you in the course of a dozen years or more. You'll see the point some time--I'm sure you will." Billy looked bewildered. He placed his forefinger against his forehead am! stood there in deep medita tion. Spmetimes his face would brighten a little, as if he almost grasped the point, and then it would fade again and he seemed to be stru&gling in the dark. The boys were almost ready to return to the floor and resume the game when a whoop escaped Billy's lips. "Hi 'ave hit!" he shouted. "Hi 'ave hit!" He began dancing excitedly round the room. He bumped against Bob Singleton, who had come down from the balcony to shake hands with Dick and con gratulate him, having heard that Merriwell had been concerned in the work of clearing Flint. Bradley knew ;:lingleton had not been in the room when Smart perpetrated the whale joke, so he grabbed . 11old of Big Bob, exclaiming: "'Old hsm ! 'old hon! Hi 'ave a good one l Hit's a corker! Who was the strongest whale?" "The strongest whale?" repeated Singleton. "What is thi$, anyhow? You're off your trolley." "Hi mean who was the greatest wrestler, don't y' 'now?" spluttered Billy, trying to get straightened out agam. "Muldoon," answered Singleton. "Wait a minute!" gasped Bradley. "Hi didn't get hit just right that time." "As usual," murmured Bob. "Hit's this way," said the English lad, desperately; "who was a stronger man that hold Samson?" "You tell."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 "Why, Jonah." "How do you make it out?" "Why, didn't 'e 'ave to throw hup the whale! That proves hit! 'E couldn't 'old the blooming whale down hafter 'e swallowed 'im, hand 'e threw 'im hup. You never 'eard hof Samson doing hanything like that, did you?" "Never!" grinned Bob. "You see hit!" cried Billy, in great delight. "You s ee 'ow hit 'appened ! 'E threw Imp the whale!" "That was a feat of strength!" said Singleton. "Bradley, you have proved your case." Billy was delighted with himself at last. This was the first time he had been able to spring a joke on Sin gleton and have the big fellow seem to appreciate it. Bob was laughing nQw, and the Cockney youth swelled with satisfaction. "] ust repeat that at mess to-morrow," urged Single ton. "You will make the whole table howl, Billy." "Hi'll do hit!" said Bradley. "Hi'll get ahead of that little duffer Smart. 'E thinks 'e is the 'ole show, but I'll show 'im. You wait hand see." Dick had been amused. Now he spoke to Bradley. "Stay here in the dressing-room," he said. "I'm going to take your place, but we must have at least two substitutes waiting. Flint will be one, you the other. \Ve may need you both before the game is over. It seems that those fellows are playing a pretty rough game, and the referee is overlooking their roughness." "Hi'll be hon 'and," said Bradley. As they went out to resume the game he sat down in a corner by himself and laughed. "Hit's a great joke!" he chuckled. "Hit's the best thing Hi heaver hinvented ! Hif there is hanybody in I the world who knows a 'owling good joke hit's me. Ow deah ! ow deah ! 'ow funny this one is I Hi ham hafraid Hi'll lawf myself hinto a fit I" • CHAPTER V. THE LAST HALF. eager to carry off a victory. Fardale had triumphed over her at baseball and football, but these players on the basketball team were all new to the cadets. Not one of them had appeared on the fo9 tball or baseball teams, which was a very strange thing, to say the least. These fellows had been very critical toward the foot ball and baseball teams representing their academy. They had charged mis management, lack of energy, want of coaching and many more things. Now they were under fire, and they knew it. Great would be their triumph if they could defeat Fardale. Already White had tasted the sweets of victory, as it seemed. The cup was at her lips. At the close of the first half she had led Fardale by seven points. But now the visitors knew another element had en tered the game. Dick Merriwell had appeared and would take part. He would captain the Fardale five. And at Fardale there was no one so universally feared and respected by contestants from other schools as Richard Merriwell. His fame had spread all through that regi 9n, and e\ en beyond. Already several college preparat o ry schools better known than Fardale were struggling to get hold of him; already he was in the eye of the colleges, and he had been approached by rep- • resentatives from seve -.flL Harvard wanted hint Yale had risen fo the height of her athletic glory while Frank Merriwell was her star. Harvard had heard of Frank's promising brother, and Dick was wanted there. with him Harvard felt that she might be able to turn the tables on Yale. Of course, these big colleges took pains to approach him cautiously and discreetly. They knew how to be diplomatic. At the same time they knew how to hold out the most alluring and tempting prospects. But Dick simply looked interested and declined to commit himself. He made no promises whatever. As far as a fitting school was concerned, Fardale suited him perfectly. It was the school where his brother had prepared for college, and he felt that he was fol lowing in Frank's footsteps. He had made many dear White Academy was confident. The lack of team friends, not a few enemies, and a host of admirers. He work in the Fardale five had been noted. White was was not a fellow to despise his enemies; some of them

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IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. he actually admired; some of them he pitied; some he regarded wiJh indifference. Arlingto n was _ an enemy he could not regard with indifference . The fellow had tried to blind Dick at one time by pretending to be friendly, but in this he had utterly failed, for Merriwell seemed to read him like a book. His pretense had n o t laste9 ; in a short time , he had gi v en it up in di sgus t. Throug11 everything Chester Arlington continued to hate Dick Merriwell. His oft-recurring dream was to crush Dick , to triumph ov e r him in some manner. All his eff orts had been failu r e s . Many times success had s eemed within hi s gras p , but each time it had eluded him. Dick still remained the idol of Fardale, with a host of admiring friends and champions. Che s t e r had been sore enough because Dick had been drag ged onto the basketball team and made captain. He wa s sore n o w because Dick had been given ch .arge of the team after a b senting himself during the fir s t o f the game. "They o v erl oo k a nything that fell o w d o es! " h e thought, bitterly . "Jus t le t so me other chap do such things and se e what will happen to him! He'll be d ropp e d like a h o t p o t a t o ." A rlin g t o n had been ready lJ,16 ' , rebel in ca s e Dick dropp e d him fro m the team. H e more than half expe c ted Di c k would d o so, and he ' a s ready to kick up a rumpus. But Di c k had left Bradley to meditate over the whale joke, and Arlington had been retained. Merriwell found time to say something to his men :>.b out te a m work. "In thi s kind o f a game i t is team work that counts n1o re tha n in any other, " he declared. "We must all w ork to g e th e r and help o ne an other i n order to acc o m p l i s h an yth ing aga i nst an en e m y that i s w orth defe a t ing .. , _ -\rl i ugto n' s l i ps c url ed , but h e s aid n o thin g. T h e t w o teams l ined up o n th e floo r of th e nnK. The r efe r ee stoc;d re a
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. I I which gave him a chance to confront .Dick, and left Hollis to look after Arlington. Chester noted this, and it made him angry. "They don't think I'm of as much concern as Mer riwell," he thought. "Well, they 'll find out!" For a time he played at his very best, but when he fouled Hollis and gave White another poiri.t he felt Dick's eyes fl.ash on him for a moment, and he grew disgusted. "I'm not going to help that fell o w cover himself with glory," he thought. "I'm glad I gave White a point." After that he pretended to do his best, but three times he robbed Dick of opportunities to try for the basket by delaying passes or refusing to pass to him at the right moment. It did not take Dick long to discover the game Chester was playing . He sought to make sure. When he was satisfied, he did not hesitate to act. Arli n gton made another foul. Immediately Dick sent him from the game, _ finding that the referee did not-mean to
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12 TIP TOP \VEEKLY. CffAPTER VI. THE KNIFE. The cheering from the balcony came m shocks. The cadets were doing their best to urge the home team on to victory. Another basket would tie the score. White got the ball and worked hard to keep it, but the home team worked like beavers. Buckhart leaped into the air and knocked down a pas!;. Pelton dove foF the ball and was picking it up when Merriwell reached between the fellow's legs, set a shoulder against Pelton's thigh and dumped White's center on his head. Dick whirled with the ball and sent it flying through the air to Buckhart. A White player was at Brad in a twinkling, bt
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TIP TOP WEEKLY . It was .hard to keep the excited boy s back. Tabor some w hat of a hush, and the b oy s wa t ched him, onl y was carried to the dressing-room, where he was at tended by the doctor, who happened to be within eas y call. Of course this startling ending of the game was enough to produce the greatest excitement. Filled with astonishment , wonder and indignation, the boys were discussing the startling finish of the game . Who had thrown the knife? That was the question. At first the White men were furious , and a riot seemed certain . One big fellow shouted : "It was the only way they cQuld beat u s ! Vvhen they can't win any other way they throw knives!" A friend tried to quiet him. "Shut up, Tom!" said the friend . "Let's find out who did it!" • "Who did it! Why, one of those Fardale fellows in the gallery, of course!" "You're a liar!" shouted a Fardale boy, hotly . "We <:'ton't win games that way!" "Who called me a liar?" roared the White. man, trying to reach the chap. \ "I did! Come on!" But friends plunged between them and them apart. There was a great atnount of pushing and s hoving . The passions of the boys were aroused to a . dangerous point. A blow then would have started a great rumpus there on the floor of the rink, which was thronging with boys. "Wish we had enough fellows here!" panted a White man. "We'd wade into this gang and clean it .gut." "Why, you couldn't clean us out if you were two to our one!" derisively retorted a caoet. Then two more fellows :fought and pushed to reach each other, while they were held apart by friends. "We'll fight you man for man any time and any where!" challenged one of the visiting spectators. "You'd be easy fruit," flung back a cadet. "Dirty work I dirty work 1" roared the big fellow called Tom. T\1en Dick Merriwell came from the dressing-room and walked out to the center of the floor. There was one venturin g to ask a qu e sti on: "Is Tabor hurt much? ' ' "The doctor says his injury is p a i n ful but r:ot dangerous, " answered Dick, quietly, as he surveyed the rink and seemed to be s eeking a certain spot on the floor. Having found the spot for which he w as l o oking , Dick noted the blo odmark s on the flo or. Then he took a position that was very n e arly the same as the one he had been in when the flying knife struck Tabor's arm. Following this, he turned about and stared upward i o ward the balcony and above it. "What is he looking for?" asked one boy of an other, in a low tone. "Seems to be looking to see where the knife cartie . from." That was just what had brought Dick , ou t . there. "What do you think of winning a game like that, Merri well?" asked a White man. ' "It was very unfortunate," said Dick. "But we had the game by a single point anyhow . " "Well, the fellow who threw that knife ought to be hanged!" "He may be some time, " ' nodded Merriwell. "It's tough on Tabor." . "That's right," agreed Dick; "but that knife wa s intended for me !" His words seemed to strike them dumb. No one had thought of such a thing before. "For you?" gasped one; afte( some seconds of si lence. "Yes. It missed me, passed over my head and struck Tabor. It was thrown by some one who has practiced the trick. Once we had a fell ow here at Fardale who could throw a knife like that, but he is gone now. I can ' t imagine who did it." "He must have been in the balcony." "Not a.t all," declared Dick, pointing upward. "There is a window up there, the whole upper portion of which is open. It was opened to let in fresh air. Outside that window and near it, just about on a ,level with the bottom of it, is the roof of another

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' \ : . I /, &:-.: TIP TOP WEEKLY. It is a flat roof. I believe the fellow who threw the "It's too bad he didn't finish that blockhead of a knife stood on that roof." guard!" "Dy Jove!" came from one of the lads who were Then he rose, dressed and joined in the man-hunt. uow staring up at the open window. "Perhaps he's right But who threw it?" Just then one of the Fardale boys came hurrying into the rink. "Say, Merriwell l" he exclaimed, as he strode up to Dick. "You can't guess what has happened. Well, one of those fellows who was arrested for robbing Washburn's drug store has escaped. It was the sailor. He called in the guard and throttled him. l\1acle an excuse that he wanted a drink of water or Then he let himself out. But he was seen just as he walked out of the front door, and there's twenty armed men searching for him. He has disappeared com pletely." "Then," said Dick, "it was the sailor who threw the knife, and there is no longer a ghost of a doubt but he intended it for me." "CHAPTER VII. HIDDEN PERIL. There was a man-hunt in Fardale that night, but the escaped prisoner was not retaken . The cadets joined in the hunt, and it seemed impossible that the m a n could get away. Never was a place more thor oughly aroused. I Henry Nelson was indignant over the carelessness of the guard, who had been tricked by the crafty sailor. The detective was sleeping quietly in bed when he was aroused and informed that Sailor Jatk had broken out of the lock-up. Nelson was a fellow who had learned to get sleep whenever he could, and he had gone directly to the hotel after seeing the prisoners landed in the lock-up, wasting no time about retiring to his room and rolling into bed. Nelson did not swear when he was turned out with the information that Jack had called in the guard But his assistance was not sufficient to bring about the immediate retaking of Sailor Jack. Dick 1erriwell was rather in the hunt, for he felt that he had a right to be keenly interested. He had been instrumental in the capture of the sailor, and he was certain the fellow entertained for him a feel ing of intense and deadly hatred. \ V hen Dick was ready to give up the search he came upon Detective Nelson. "\Nell," said the dftective, "there has been something doing lately, my boy." "Rather," agreed Dick. "One blockhead has succeeded in undoing a part of ,.,. .. ' our work. Somebody told me something about a knife bei11g-thrown at What about it?" Dii::k explained briefly. "\,Yell," said the officer, "it looks as if the sailor did the trick. He has a little grudge against you, but he missed you that time, and a miss is as good as a mile, yoir know." I "Still,., said Dick, "I don't fancy the idea of hav-ing such a fellow loose to throw knives at me." "Then perhaps you 'll turn detective again and help us pinch the gentleman once more?" "No," said Dick. "No?" exclaimed Nelson, in surprise. "I have no liking for that kind of work." "vVhy, you're a howling success at iL" "I happened to hit on the right scent before. was an accident." Nelson smiled a little. It "If you only knew it, more than one clever bit of detective work comes about through accident more than anything else. But I don't see why you should have taken hold of the matter before and refused this time." "A friend was concerned before. I worked for him. I knew he was innocent, and I wanted to do everywith _ a drink of water and choked the fellow insensible, thing possible to prove it. " afterward making his escape. But be said; "That's generous; but this time you are concerned.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. You do not want to think that this murderous sailor may be lying in wait to do you up. Get him back in and you'll breathe easier." "I'll leave that to you," said Dick, firmly and quietly. Nelson could not quite understand the boy. He had fancied that, like most lads, Dick Merri\Yell would consider it a great honor to be regarded as shrewd and capable of becoming a successful detective, and that he would eagerly accept any opportunity to "work" on a case. . But instead of that Dick seemed to evince a positive dislike for anything of the sort. Vaguely the detective wondered if Dick had been frightened by what he had passed through and had lost his nerve. He quickly decided that such was not the case. Dick simply did not care for anything like detect ive work. He had exerted himself for a friend, but he would not do so again, not even when he himself was in peril. Somehow the detective could not repiess a feeling of admiration for this boy who was so positive in his ways and so strong in his likes and dislikes. ' That night, after returning to the academy, Dick and Brad enjoyed a little chat in their room. They talked the matter over, Brad expressing himself in his usual forceful manner. "Pard," said the Texan, "this sure has beeri a red hot day and no mistake. I allow you have been doing1 things somewhat on the jump. And. they do say that Flint owes you a heap for getting him out of that scrape." "Oh, Flint would have come out of it all right if I had not done a thing,., said Dick, who had thrown himself wearily on a chair. Their windows were closely curtained, so that no light might be seen, and they spoke in low tones, it being after the retiring hour. They were supposed to be in bed. "But he ought to be mighty glad to know he has such a friend here in the school, and I sure reckon he is," said Buckhart. :'You're the only fellow, pard, who could see anything that amounted to shucks in Dave Flint. I allow you're generally pretty near right in things, but I did think you were a heap wrong about that chap at first. Now I have to admit that you were the 011.ly one who was right about him." Dick smiled. "I'm glad it has turned out all right," he said, simply. "I don't think Flint "\Yill have so very much trouble here after this.'' "And we won the game to-night, pard ! v V e ' d never clone that if it hadn't been for you, ne v er in this . v ide 1 world! You hear me chirp! It was your coming into the game that saved it.'' "It strikes me," said Dick, "tha t Flint did something toward it.'' "That's what he did!" nodded Brad. "I didn't opine that chap could play marbles, but he ?in't so worse after all. It was great judgment when you dropped Chet Arlington and called Flint in to take his place. But I sure knovv Arlington was ready to eat you. Why, when that there knife came whizzing in and just missed y.ou the first thing I thought of was that Arlington had thrown it-or one of his f}ards had." "Then you thought the knife was meant for me?" "That's what I did." "You were right," said Dick, as he took the article under discussion from his pocket. "Here it is. See, it is a dirk knife, such as sailors sometimes carry." "Then you kept it, pard !" "Yes! I claim it as mine. It was intended for me, ' and I shall keep it as a trophy of my narrow escape. I am going to place it here above1 the mantel." The blood had been washed from the knife. With a piece of cord Dick suspended it above the mantel and then stood off to admire it, a queer look on his face. "She's a mere toy beside a bowie knife, pard," said Buckhart. "Bowie invented a knife what was a knife. This thing looks like a lady ' s hairpin side of it." "But it is the kind of a lady's hairpin that would let out a human life in a twinkling. What if the thing. bad struck me point first between the shoulder blades!" "I allow it would have damaged ye some," nodded Brad. "It's got a keen point. You were dead in luck.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. But I don't reckon you'll have any cause to bother about that there sailor arter this." "\Vhy ?" "Oh, it's ri gh t sure he's skipped out of these parts. He wouldn't hang around here." "I am not so certain," said Dick. "Somehow I feel pretty certain that the sailor is the kind of a fellow . who will do his best to be revenged on me . He is sore because I tricked him. I led him into confess.ing his connection with the robbery. He trusted me." "And you opine he may bother you some more?" "Perhaps so. l seem to have a warning of hidden peril. I seem to feel that somewhere there is a hid den danger lurking. It is a strange, unpleasant feel ing. I don't like it." For all of Dick's words, he betrayed no lack of nerve. He spoke quietly, and did not seem at all frightened. But there was a certain graveness and earnestne s s about his manner that impressed Buckhart. Was it possible that f)ick was beset by hidden peril? Brad feared such a thing might be true. CHAPTER VIII. CHESTER AND HIS CHUMS. The cadets had plenty to talk about. The game with White Academy had provided more than one sensa tion. Of late things had moved swiftly at Fardale. The arrest of Flint had been followed by several sur prises . When it was known that Flint had been re leased, his innocence established, many of the boys were puzzled and wondered not a little, for they re membered that some of the stolen articles had been fou,nd in the room of the accused lad. But when Dick Merriwell appeared arm-in-arm with Flint on the floor of the rink the enthusia s m of the Fardale lads was awakened . Then came whispers Clint Shaw. Something had happened to Shaw. Chester Arlington's particular set were Shaw's chosen friends. 'Preston, Walker and Marsh were th1:ee o f them. They grew nervous. Walker went forth to find out what h ad happened to Shaw, and he returned ,,v,ith the d ismay ing information that Clint had made a confession that was sure to cause his ex pulsi,on from the school. All this served to throw the Arlington set into a most unp leasan t state of which was increased with the sending of Chester himself from t4e game and the calling of Dave Flint to the floor. While the cadets cheered and went wild with joy in the gallery the• Arlington crowd, bunched together, looked very glum and downcast. They did not cheer, and they were anything but happy. In fact, they were sore when they saw Flint make the basket that tied the score. They hated Flint because Chester hated him and because Dick Merriwell had chosen to be friendly toward him. The Arlington crowd did not join in the man-hunt. They did not care whether the escaped sailor remained • free or not. They gathered during the excitement in, town, in a little kitchen saloon, where they gloomily discussed recent occurrences. Arlington was with them and regret that the knife which had wounded Tabor had not hit Merriwell. He was very vindictive. They were not aware of it, but in his heart Chet Arlington despised these boys who were his particular associates. They toadied to him, they bowed down to him because he was the son of a rich man and be cause he held himself above them. He was the sort of a fellow to desyise any one who bowed before him and to hate any one who did not. During his first days at Fardale Arlington had allied himself with another set of Dick Merriwell haters, known as the \Vol Gang. He had assumed the leader ship of the gang in place of the former leader, and had domineered over them until they had revolted. \Vith the destruction of the Wolf Den and the burning of the woods Chester had severed his connection with them. They were known as Merriwell's enemies, and he decided to have nothing more to do with them. To tell the truth, they were glad to get rid of him, and the Wolf Gang dissolved to be known never again in the history of Fardale . It had failed miserably in all its efforts. For all that he despised the fellows with whom he associated in particular at the academy, he regretted very much that Shaw had met with trouble that would force him out of the school. Shaw had been malicious and revengeful. His disposition was sour, and he brooded on all fancied injuries. He was the sort of a fellow to enter into any desperate scheme for re venge on an enemy. This had led him into the wild plan to harm Flint, who had thrown a skate at him and broken his nose. His plot his undoing. Arlington had recognized in Shaw a valuable assist-

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. a'.nt, a fellow he could lead as he liked, and one who would stand by to the finish. Therefore he was sorry that anything had happened to Shaw. Marsh, next to Shaw, was the most valuable one of Chester's chosen tools, but his value came from conceit. He was a most egotistical fellow. He thought himself very bright arid witty, and he grinned at his own jokes and humor, exposing a yawning mouth that was overcrowded with big teeth. Preston, Marsh, Walker, Arlington-these fellows sat about the "air-tight" stove in the hidden kitchen barroom after the game of was O\'er. They knew the cadets had joined in the search for the es caped sailor and that they could say they had taken part in the hunt. That would explain their failure to return to the academy immediately after the conclusion of the game at the rink. Cigarettes were passed round and all smoked. They were a gloomy looking lot. "I swear I can't understand it!" muttered Preston. "I don't see how Fardale won that game." "They'll all say Merriwell did it," sneered Walker. "Merriwell and Flint," put in Marsh, with a deris ive grin. Chester smoked and said nothing. There was a far-away look in his eyes. His face, for all of its cold, haughty express'ion, had in it something of caste; there seemed between him anq these other fellows a separating line, invisible but none the less distinct. "Tom," said Preston, to the barkeeper, "mix an other hot one, but make it mild. You get them too stiff." This seemed to arouse Arlington. "The stiffer you can make mine, Tom," he said, "the better it will suit me. I'm like ice all over. I don't know what ails me." "All right, sir," said Tom. "You shall have it as stiff as you like, sir." "And, Tom," said Chester, "don't forget my private bottle. Make 'em from my particular bottle. We d0!'1't care to drink common stuff. We take nothing but the best." Tom complied, and soon he brought four steaming glasses to the four lads. The glasses contained an amber liquid that sent forth with the steam the un mistakable odor of rum. "Here's dismay to Merriwell," said Preston. Arlington shook his head. "No use!" he murmured. "That fellow has too much luck. \Ve've drunk dismay and failure to him many times and he's still on top. No use!" Never before had they seen him in such an utterly downcast mood, and they were wonderstruck. It was not like him. He was usually confident, determined, full of plans and schemes. "I don't know but you ' re right," , said Walker. "Are you going to give up the fight?" "Never!" cried Chester, harshly. "Not as long as I have strength to strike!" "That's the talk!" exclaimed l('tarsh, approvingly. They sipped their hot drinks, and the stuff mounted to their heads. Their talk became more animated. "I'm sorry for Shaw" said Preston. "I can't under stand even now just he got into the scrape." "vVhy, he found where the stolen articles were con cealed, and he sacked the stuff into the academy be neath his coat and hid it around in Flint's room. He hates Flint, and he wanted to get him into a serape that would cook him good and hard. Somehow he managed to throw suspicion on Flint, and the fellow \yas arrested. But when the idiotic drug clerk Crubb was arrestee! the detective frightened him into a con fession. That Jet Flint out. But it seems the detect i 1e had seen Shaw go to the place where . the stuff ' . w a s hidden. Then he dropped on Shaw and forced him to talk. It was Shaw's only chance to keep out of jail, and he told the truth. That's all." "It' s enough," said Arlington, who had listened to \i\Talker's explanation. "And they say Merriwell pre tended to take some part in the arrest of t11e real robhers!" "Sure. He was concerned. TJiat's why the sailor threw that knife at him." "My sympathy is with the sailor," said Chester. "They didn't get me to take any part in the hunt for him, and I hope he gets away. If he could get a crack at Merriwell before gding it would please me, too." , Following Chester's lead, the others expressed the same sentiment. "If I could help him in any way, I'd help him, too," averred Chester, his "hot one" mounting more and more to his head. "All I'd ask of him would be that he remembered Merriwell and got a crack at him some time." "If he got a crack at Merriwell," grinned Marsh, "he'd be liable to finish him." A black )ook came to Arlington's faco.

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18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "What do we care?" he exclaimed. "It would be a good thing , for the school !'1 Pre$ton s hivered a little, but he j o ined in: "That's a fact! t hat's a fact!" Those boys \anted to think themselves very devil ish and desperate just the n, and th ey were making a good pretense at it. 1 "Tom," said Chester, "fill 'em up again. That's the stuff. " The barkee,Per did..41s directed. " ow," said the son of the great railroad magnate, holding up his smoking glass, "here's luck to the sailor who threw Hie knife at Dick :Merriwell, may he escape the bloodhounds , who are searching for him, and may his aim be better next time. Drink it down!" "Wait f" exclaimed a ho ars e voice, as the door of a closet in . one corner of the room flew open end a man stepped out. ''1'11 drink that toast with you!" lt was the sailor him s elf ! CHAPTER IX. Of course the boys were greatly sta rtl ed. With the excepti o n of "Arlington, they utte red exclamations and started to their feet. Cheste r remained sitting, his feet on the rim of the air-tight stove, a tiny blue wreath of smoke curling up from the burning cigarette held between the fingers of his left hand, and a small cloud of steam ri sing from the giass of hot rum in his right hand. He preserved his c oolness, although it cost him an effort t o do so. "I've been listenin' to the talk o' you young gentle men while I was standin' quiet in the closet there," said the sailor, coming forward, "and it pleased me most mightily. That's why I decided to step out and join you in this drink. I happened in here just ahead of you, aqd To111 kindly adv ised me to slip into the closet whe n we heard you comin'." ' Arlington had guessed at once the identity of the man. "You're the sailor we were speak ing of?" he said. "Right, mate." "Tom," said Chester, "mix him a hot one, and make it from that same private bottle of mine. It's likely he needs it. " "Right again! " exclaimed Jack. "I got well chilled . croucbin ' up there qn the roof of that buildin', while they was huntin' about the streets for me. There wasn't nothing to break the wind up there, and it got inter me. \i\!hat made it worse, I could see right inter the buildin' where that game was go'ing on, and ev' rybody seemed warm and comfortable in there.'1 "Then ynu were out on the roof?" fluttered \\T alker. "Then you did throw the knife through the window?" "Ho! ho!'' laughed the sailor. "That was a little joke. I done it out of playfulness." "Oh!" said Walker, as if disappointed. Arlington seemed disappointed, too. "\Vhy," said Chester, "I thought you threw it -at that fellow I hoped you did, anyhow." There had been little of merriment in the sailor's laugh, and now an evil look came to his weather-tanned face. "Perhaps I did," he muttered, as he accepted the hot drink which the barkeeper brought. "Why shouldn't 1 ? Didn't he fool me! Didn't he play a trick on me! Didn ' t he make me believe he was a crook, so that I trusted him! well, I don't forget the man who plays double with me! " Then • he swallowed the drink, not even saying "thank you" to Arlington. Chester did not mind that. He was interested in the sailor. He pushed out a chair and invited Jack to sit down, an invitation that was accepted . "Tell us how Merriwell fooled yon," urged Chester. The sailor seemed somewhat reluctant. Arlington ordered another drink. Then Jack related his story . The boys listened eagerly. In spite of themselves, they could not h elp . feeling so mething of admiration over the cleverness of Dick Merriwell in disguising himself as a young sailor and winning the confidence of this robber. It was an artful piece of work. But Chester sought to fan the flames of the sailor's hatred for Dick. "He's a sqeak !" cried Arlington. "You ought to get even with him somehow." "I will," said the sailor, lighting his pipe. "He meant for to send me to jail. I'm not going the're. But I'll send him to--" He stopped and pointed downward. More than one of the boy? felt a cold chill creep along his spine. The face of the sailor at that moment was bruta l and vindictive. It was plain that he was a revengeful fellow who never forgot an injury and who would stop at nothing to get even. If the truth must be told, there was not one of them

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20 TIP TOP WEEKLY. CHAPTER X. SHAW DEMANDS A FAVOR. Clint Shaw disappeared from Fardale Academy the next day . He did not wait to be expelled. He was permitted to leave. His father was wired to meet him. It was supposed that he departed for h o me. Some said It was a shame; some said it served him right. However , Shaw had few friends who cared. He was not a fellow to1win sincere friendship. But Arlington's set we r e sore because Flint had come forth with . flying colors. Taking their cue from Chester, the fello w s of that delectable circle snarled over it. Flint did n o t strut about. He continued to keep to himself a grea deal. It is possible that Dick Merri well' s particular friends feared that Flint would try to force himself upon them. If so, they were 1agree ably disappointed. Some of them even felt resent ment becaHse he held so severely al9of. They fancied that he felt "stuck up." , That showed how little they understc>od the lad. It was Dick alone w,ho seemed to read the secrets of Flint's heart and understand his thoughts and mo tives. Strange though . it was, Dick had a most wonderful faculty o.f understanding all ' his , friends. They startled sometimes when he seemed to divine their very thoughts, although they had given no hint, ap parently, of what was passing in their minds . And all acknowledged that he exerci s ed over them some subtle influence that controlled them when ever he wished. What was this mystic power? Some call it by one name, some by another. It is strangely divined as clairvoyance or mind-reading, but with it in. Dick's case seemed allied intense human magnetism and the power to convey his own determination, strength and ability to others who were willing to work in accord and harmony with him . This talent is developed m o re o r less in many per sons who do not suspect it in the least. Wit hout un derstanding, they divine the m o tives of friends with 'vhom they associate a great deal; w ithout knowing, the y communicate , in a g reater or les s degree , their owi;:i impul s es, resolutions , aims and ambitions to those friends. They lead those friends to greater eff ort and greater acc o mplishment s in this manner. T o those who do not understand this e x ercise of power by one person over otheti is sometimes designated as the force of example; but in many cases it is far more than that. But there are also those who lead in the same manner and by the same power their friends and intimates into evil thoughts , evil ways and work them positive harm. They also have human magnetism, but they exert it to bad ends. Merriwell and Arlington represented these two op posite nature s . It is a singular truth that as one grows in nobleness his power to move and lead 111en increases. The one who sinks lower and becomes more evil and degraded gradually loses this power until it finally dies out in his heart like a flickering ember on a cold hearth. Merriwell was rising. Arlington was sinking. Once there had been in Dick's heart something like sympathy for Chester. He had seen that Arlington was well-built, bright, active, ready-witted and natu rally attractive, and he had fancied there must be some redeeming quality in such a chap. But time had con vinced him that Chester's case was hopeless. Profes sor Gunn had summoned Shaw to his private room and talked to the fellow, who came forth with downcast eyes and the ::.tj{ of a crestfallen sneak. The professor had informed that his father had been wired and that he should leave for home on the noon train. When the time came Shaw was nowhere about the academy. He had hastily gathered up some of his things and smuggled them out of the barracks. With those things he had disappeared, and he was not the station to take the afternoon train. In vain he was looked for about the village. His father was wired by' the head professor, who followed the telegram with a letter , explaining what had taken place and expressing his sincere regret. It was a sensation at Fardale. But there had been plenty of sensations at the school or 1ate. One amazing event had followed another with startling rapidity, and not the most startling 0f these were the arrest and release of Flint and the flight of Shaw. The very night following the disappearance of Shaw the fell o w came d o dging int o Chester Arlington's room. Arlington had been smoking a cigarette, and he was startled into flinging the srpoking butt aside. Shaw closed and fastened the door. When he turned about Chester stood facing him.

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TIP 'FOP WEEKLY. "Hello!" exclaimed the magnate' s son. "Is it you, Clint? What the dickens are you doing back here?" "Don't talk too loud , " said Shaw, in a low tone. "My friends smuggled me in." Arlington was not exactly plea s ed. He had used Shaw as a tool in the past, but, now that Clint was an outcast and could remain no longer at the academy, he could be of no further use, for which reason Ches ter did not care to be bothered by him. ''But why did you come?" asked Arlington, frigidly. "You'll be nabbed and held and sent home in the cus. tody of some old plug if you are seen." "They can ' t do that." "Why?" "Bec a use I won ' t stand for it I Don't you think I will, either! I'm not going home." "You' re not?" ''No." "Where are you going?" "I don't know, and I don ' t care much. I'm going to sea." "To sea?" "Sure thi'ng. I decided on that last night after you fellows left me at Tom's' with the sailor. W .e're going t . o get out of here and ship somewhere." "Then he didn't sail with his vessel?' ' "Couldn't. " "Why not?" "They expected he ' d try it, and they watched the vessel. He kept away." Arlington yawned and took a cigarette case from his pocket. . "Well, I don't know as this interests me," he said, selecting a cigarette, closing the case, and returning ' it to his pocket. Shaw had watched him . Usually Arlington pre tended a lavish generosity toward his friends. He al ways offered cigarettes when he took one. "Gimme a smoke/' said Shaw. "I need one." "I haven ' t but two more," said Chester, coolly; "and I sha1I need them myself." He sat down, . struck a match, lighted his cigarette , and began to smoke. Shaw was thunderstruck. ' This was not at a11 like Arlington as he had known him. Chester had seemed lavish in his generosity. But now, of a sudden , the outcast lad begart to uhderstand that thete had been method in Arlington's generosity; all at .once he real ized that Chester was not a pe1:son to waste as much as . a cigarette on one who could be 'of no further u s e to him. Shaw stood still, his rage and indignation overc , oming him. Then he took three steps and confronted Arlington, who was lounging indifferently on his chair. "So you refuse me a cigarette, do you?" he ' said , in a low, sharp, unpleasant voice. "Is this the sort of fellow you are? Is this the kind of a friend you are?" Arlington deliberately exhaled a thin cloud blue smoke. , "Yo u make me weary, Shaw!" he murmured, with indifferent contempt. "Y oti are annoying me . . f think you had better get out of here.''. "Oh, you do?" "Yes. It is not safe for you here. You may be discovered. I may call a sentinel and turn you over. " Clint Shaw ' s face, always yellow and lined, seemed . to take on a livid hue, and his eyes turned green. His thin lips were dra\vn back, exposing clinched teeth. His fingers became hooked, like cla\\ ls. ' "Vv ell," he said, "I begin to see through you at last I And I thought you a friend I Why, you're _just a--" Chester waved hi s h a nd . "If you call any h ard name s," he observed, "I'll make you wish you had been more careful." . "Threaten me, do you?" panted Clint. "Why, con found you ! you had better be careful ! I know a few things about you. What if I were to go to old <;;unn and tell him all I know? Eh? I;d put you in a pretty fine box." r ' ' "You won ' t do that." . ...., "I will-I swear I will t Why should I hesitate? I have nothing to lose. It will make no . difference to me. I can't be in any worse scrape than I am, but I qm put you in a decidedly nasty hole. I am leav.ing Fardale in disgrace. Why? why?" "Because you got caught in a very nasty piece of business. You were not slick enough to keep out of ; tile trap.". "No, that is not why! I'll tell you why." \' "Don't bother." "I will! I will! I'll tell you why I It is because I have been your friend! It is because I stood by you! But for you I should have paid little or no att ention to that fellow Flint. You hated him , and I sided with you. That was my mistake . The11 I grew to hate him, and that led me into following him the day of the hockey game. Then he threw his skate at me

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. and broke my nose. After th,r.t it was a personal matter between us, but you were the cause of it all, you were behind it all. Whatever happens to me, what ever I become, you are the real cause of it! And now you-you turn up your haughty nose at me! Better be careful !" "You're getting excited," said Chester, coolly smoking away. "I wouldn't get excited and rave. It's vulgar." Shaw wanted to spring on Chester and throttle him. His fingers were working nervously and he half crou.ched. Chester looked at him-looked him straight in the eyes and mentally said : "You hadn't better try it F' Shaw didn't try it; something held him in check, and that something was the power of Arlington, which still held sway over him to some extent. "Don't tell me what ' s vulgar!" muttered Shaw, huskily. "Don't assume that superior air with me! It doesn't go!" But still Chester was icy in his bearing tov.rard the fellow he had called friend not long before. "You are making lots of talk," he said. "\Vhat brought you here?" "I came to you to help me." "I'm strapped," said Arlington. "Haven't received money from home for more than a \veek, and so I'm down to bed rock." "I don't want money." ''That's good. You couldn't "It's something else." "'vV ell ?" "You met Jack Marshal last night." "Jack Marshal?" "The sailor." "Oh, yes!" "Marshal wants me to help him, and I have come to you for aid for us both." "Well, what does he w int ?" "He wants to get into Dick Merriwell's room." Arlington started. "He does?" "Yes." ''"What for?'' "He wants to recover his knife, which he threw at Merri well." "Is that all?" "Yes." ":That's odd. It doesn't seem probable. It's a clan-gerous thing, and I don't see why he should run such a risk for that old knife." "I'll tell you; he's superstitious, and he believes the knife has given him good luck. It seems that he won it in a poker game some time, and he has almost al ways been fortunate at cards ever since. He is just set on getting his hands on that; knife once more. I've tried to talk him out of it, but I cannot. He says he'll get me away on a vessel if I help him recover the dirk. I can't do it alone, but you may be able to do something." Chester shook his head. "\Vhat can I do?" "There is a sentry walking post in the corridor where Merriwell's room is located." "That makes it impossible for a man like the sailor to get to that room without being seen and challenged, even if we could get him into the building." "The fellow on post is Blucher." "\Veil?" "He belongs to our class. I know you can do anything you like with l31ucher. I've seen you. He takes lots of stock in you. You C:\n easily get ' him away from that corridor long enough to let Marshal reach Merriwell's room. Merriwell is out." "How do you know that?" "He's gone to the village. One of the fellows told me. " "Dut Buckhart?" "ls with him." "The sailor couldn't get into Merriwell's room even if he were led straight to the door. He'd have to break the door down, and that would stir up every body. It won't do, Shaw. It's a foolish scheme, and I'll not take any part in iL" Shaw held up a key. "Do you see that?" "What is it?" "A key that fits the lock in Merriwell's door. I made one to fit Flint's door. That was how I was able • to put the stolen stuff in his room. I also made one to fit Merriwell's door. That will let Marshal into the room. I thought I might want to get into that room some time for something." Arlington flung aside the half-smoked cigarette. "It's a ridiculous and dang-erous piece of business," he said, "and I'll have nothing to
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. it I I' This enraged Chester, who rose to his feet, saying: "Do you dare attempt to tell me what I shall do? Get out of here! Go! I'm done with you! Go at o nce , or I'll rai s e an alarm and you il find y ourself in a bad box." CHAPTER XI. FOR THE KNIFE. Arlington had fancied he could awe and cow Shaw with perfect ease. 'In the past he had been able to twi t the fellow about his finger, and he anticipated no trouble in this case. But he had n o t reckoned that Clint Shaw was quite as ob s tinate and d es perate as was actually the case. The fellow did not seem at all alarmed, and he said : ''All right: rais e an outcry. I'll not run." 'What will you do?" ''I'll demand to be taken before Old Gunn . I'll tell him ever ything I know about you and your plots. I leave Fardale in disgrace. and you will go with me !" Chester wa s infuriated bey ond measure, but he saw that the outcast was in deadly earnest, and he knew such a thing would in truth be the working of his ruin in that s ch o ol. Sh a w could tell enough to cause the immediate expulsion of the boy who had been the leader in all sorts of pl o ts and scheme s and underhand w ork to injure Merri\Yell and Flint. After a time , in a whisp er, C he s ter said: ' You w o n ' t dare?' " "Try it and s ee!'" He would dare: there was n o l onger a d o ubt on that point. It was humiliating for Arlington to unbend in the lea st. "Youre a fool, Shaw. to let that sailor involve you in anything like this , " he said. "I am not going to be involved. All I want is that you give him a ch a nce to get in and reach Merriwell's room. He will befriend me if I befriend him to that extent. He says he 'll get out of the place all right if he can just g et in. And you are g oing to help him get in! " There was authority in Clint Shaw ' s v o ice and man ner. Chester Arlington, who bad held sway over his vassals, felt that authority and squirmed. It w a s a bitter pill for him to swallow. He longed to strike Shav. down , but did not dare . He longed to defy the fellow, but did not dare. It was humiliating to him • to succumb. He was tempted to appeal to Shaw, but he could not bring himself to beg. Finally he said : "If I knew beyond a doubt that I would not be connected with the "The nt:'s no reas o n why you s l/ould . Marshal is waiting near. I ha\'e o ne or two friends who will aid me in smuggling him i111 but y ou are the o ne to get Blucher away. You s hall do it!" "Oh, I'm willing enough for him to get into Merriwell's room and carry off the whole . place, " half laughed Chester, assuming another front. "In fact, i f he ' d clean out the room I'd ta k e a chance to help him." "Decide," said. Clint. "\ e mu!'it get at it quickly." "Oh, all right!" said Chester ; with a gesture. "I'll do what I can. vVhat's the plan?" " '\\"ait ten minutes. That will give me time to have }lars hal ready. Then y o u'll hear a whistle in the low e r hall. It will be the s i gnal. You are to get Blucher a way. That's all." "Go ahead, " s aid Che s ter , surre nder .ing as grace fully a s he c o uld. Shaw started, then pau s ed and turned a significant look on the other. say , " he obs enecl. in his v iuegary way, "if you pl a y d o uble , if y o u giv e me away, I'll fix: you just as ] said 1 w o u l
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. , •, ft • ' ; TIP TOP WEEKLY. The sailor wa revengeful to the last degree, and he longed to "get square" with Merriwell. He felt that Dick had decei v ed and betrayed him. Dick had ) led him into a trap. It was his conviction that Merriwell had been wholly re s ponsible for his arrest on the railroad bridge. He g ave Henry Nelson no credit whate v er , w hich was a grave mistake. Marshal had killed a man in Italy and escaped pun ishment. He had dro wned another in Liverpool, and still he was free. He had stabbed yet another in Hong Kong. These de e ds had caused him to believe that he could do such things with impunity and escape as long as he kept possession of the dirk which had seemed to bring him luck. He had thrown the knife at Dick in his thoughtless rage, but afterward he was determined to recover it, and that was the main thing that had brought him to Diel Merriwell's room. Even as he slipped into the room he had been struck by a thought that made his blood jump: What if he came face to face with Merri well there ? So much the worse for Merri well , that was all! But the room was empty. Neither Merriwell nor Buckhart was at the academy. But they would return . The sailor was not afraid of Buckhart. He knew no thing about Brad, and imagined him a very ordinary boy who would run away at the first alarm. So Jack reckoned on Dick alone and what the result of an encounter with him would be. "I'd fix him I" muttered the ruffian. / -Then the match burned his fingers and he dropped it. The flame went out in fajling, but at his feet lay a tiny spa r k of red 'that stared up at him and then suddenly died in the darkness like a closing eye. It made him think of the ending of a human life . The man he had killed in Italy had died as quickly as the glowing spark faded. And then this ruffian came again the thirst for blood; again he was seized by the desire to put an end to a life. He stood still in the darkness and thought how easy it would be to seize and strangle the boy he hated, after which, at his leisure, he could cut the lad's throat. How it would surprise them when they found Dick Merrhvell dead in his room, lying in a pool of blood, his throat cut from ear to ear! He had forgotten and was reckoning only of encountering Merrivvell. Some suspicion of what he might be tempted to do had been in the mind of this monster before he reached Dick's ro om, but he had not communicated anything of this to Clint Shaw. He had known well enough that he would frighten Shaw so the fellow would re fuse to have anything to do with smuggling him into the academy . Now that he was there in Dick's room the desire grew stronger on the man, and he gave himself up to it when the glowing match faded in the darkness so suddenly, causing him to think of the abrupt end of the man in Italy. He looked on the officers 'of the little town with contempt. Had they not searched everywhere for him the previous night and been unable to find him! \Vhy , they had aroused half the town, and still he had es caped . In that place he could do anything and escape. "I wish I had that infernal detective here, too I" he breathed, thinking of Henry Nelson. He thought for a moment of Shaw, and something like a mocking smile spread over his face in the dark ness . What did he care about Shaw? Nothing! He had used "the kid" as a tool, and he would leave Shaw to his own resources. Clint wanted to go to sea. Well, let him; he would have plenty of opportunities. Jack Marshal had known boys who longed to go to sea before. He had known one or two who did go to sea, and he entertained a contempt for them. They were "squealers." They had failed to brace up and take their medicine without whimpering. To him, all boys were alike, with the possible exception of Dick Merriwell, and all were to be despised. But the knife-he had not found his knife. Another match was lighted, and he resumed the search, looking first in drawers and places where he thought the weapon might be hidden. It enraged him as the minutes passed and he failed to find it. He burned match after match • •

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Perhaps the boy had carried the knife with him. Then I'll have to stay here till he comes," thought Jack; "for I will not leave without my knife." He struck the last match and stood in the middle of the room, holding it above his head and glancing around. A sudden low, hoarse cry of satisfaction escaped him, for he saw the dirk dangling above the mantle, where Dick had placed it. The blazingmatch flut tered to the floor and he made a leap through the darkness. His hand found the knife and with a snatch he tore it down, snapping the cord. "Got it!" he exulted. "Got it again I Now I'm ready for anything 1 Now let that infernal kid come I" There was a sound of feet in the corridor. The steps stopped at the door. Then a key was fitted into the lock. Some one wa s about to enter that very room. "It's him!" hissed the sailor, and, with a catlike movement he slipped behind the curtains that hid the alcove, his deadly dirk gripped in his hand and ready for the deed. CHAPTER XII. !HE DEADLY DIRK. The door opened and Dick Merriwell, alone, en tered the room. Dick had returned with Buckhart from the village, but Brad had gone to call on Single ton in Big Bob's room. So Dick, all unsuspecting, came walking straight into the most deadly peril of his life. Dick swung the door to, but it did not catch. He was softly humming a liv ely air to himself. He had no suspicion of danger as he entered that room, and he was happy and well satisfied, for that very night he received from Frank Merriwell a letter saying that the fight against the Consolidated Mining Association of America was going well and victory seemed safe { to predict. Dick had entered so quickly that the sailor had not seen him distinctly by the light from the corridor, and to the ambushed wretch came the thought that it might not be Merriwell. He did not care to kill for the pleasure of killing, although there might be tem porary delight in that; he wanted to make sure of Dick Merriwell, and so he waited. Still humming the merry air, Dick struck a match: and lighted his lamp, which stood on the table. He had the lamp chimney in his fingers, but had not replaced it on the lamp when it seemed to him that an invisible and powerful hand grasped him and turned him squarely about, while a mysterious voice shouted in his ear: "Danger I" Just in time! He saw a dark human figure closa upon him, one hand upraised, and in that hand some thing glinted from the flaring light of the lamp. Like a flash of lightning Dick grasped the wrist of that hand and held on, stopping the . blow that was meant to let out his life. But the hard fingers of the sailor gripped Dick by , the windpipe with frightf. p l force, shutting off the boy's breath. The lamp chimney had fallen crashing to the floor. Dick understood his frightful peril. He knew what it would mean to unloose his hold on the wrist of that uplifted hand. He tried to tear from his throat those fingers which prevented him from uttering a cry for help. A fearful struggle began. The sailor was a power ful man, but the boy was a young athlete, and he was fighting for his life. Dick out all his strength, but he could not get that hand from his throat. Somehow he managed to hold back the dead l y knife, although once or twice his arm was bent slightly and it seemed that the sailor would drive the blade into the boy's qui v ering flesh. But that hand on his throat was robbing him of strength, and he knew he could not hold . out long. The horror of it grappled him and threatened to force him into submission even before his strength gave out. In Dick's ear the sailor pan tingly snarled: "Fool me! Trap me! Ha I I'll fix you fl Dick knew his enemy. (< . ; I

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. All this ad t aken place quickly , although it seem ed many ininutes to the struggling b oy. Slowly Dick's left arm , which held off the knife , began to bend and gi ve. Nearer and nearer came that terrible blade. Dick felt that in any moment h e rwas liable •to gi v e out sud d enl y a n d then the knife would be bu rj ed to the hilt. Just as he felt that thi s mu s t take place in a twi n kling t he door o f h i s r oo m w a s pu s hed open to admit another boy who h a d h e ard the cra s h o f the lamp chimney. The newc o m e r sta r ed m as t onis hment and doubt , for the sm o kin g lam p s h o w ed him l)ick Merriwell in the clutch of his murde r o u s a-.s ailant. It was Dav e Flint. Now Flint was the pos s e s o r of amazing strength , and, as soon as he re c oYered , he leaped to the ance of Merriwell , flinging him s e lf u p o n the sailo r . Flin f s attack was terrific , and the s ail o r was se nt reeling, although he clung to Dick for a mometlt. Flint's v o ice in a wild s h out for h elp which rang through the building. The sailor knew that th os e s h outs w ould quickly bring the boys floc k ing t h i t her. He made one final attemp t to s trike Dick w ith the dirk , then flung Mer riwell hit Flint with h j s free hand , t o re loose af\d bound e d out i nt o t he c o rri dor. As the ruffian hadl an t icipated Flint ' s sh ou t h a d cau s ed a commotion. The boys were pouring out and turning to w ard the room fr o m which the sounds had issued. But they shrank back and scattered when a wild1 fierce l oo king man, holding a gleaming knife , bounded forth. The sa il o r d as hed towai;d t h e s t a irs , and not a hand :was Ii fted to s top him . He reached the head of the stairs and gave a leap. His foot s lipped , and,, with a snarl o f dis may , he plunged forward and d o wnward, turning in the air. He s truck t wo t hirds of the way down the stairs, went over twice an d landed at the bottom with a shock that wildly at something that was buried to the hilt in his breast , then fell back and died . F o r he had struck upon his own knife! * * * * * * * The dirk was again restored to its place in Dick Merriwell's room , where it hung a s a reminder of the frightful peril through which the boy had p a s s ed . \i\Then Dick loo ked upon it he s o m e time s smiled , but always a shi v er passed oYer him at the same time. And he did not forget that it was Dave Flint who had saved h .is life in that moment of awful peril. His fri e nd s hip for Flint had been repaid by that one aet. THE END. The Next Number (358) Will Contain Dick Merriwell's Victory; OR, HOLDING TH NMY IN CHECK. DANfiER AND DEATH .BEFORE THE SKI RACERS OF F ARD ALE. fardale Cadets face Destruction Going at the Dizzy Speed of a Mile a Minute-The Stuff Young Heroes Are Made of. rARDALE SPECIAL, January 25th .-After hearing of this startling incident from our Fardale corre spondent we are prompted to a s k all our Tip Top readers this important question : Is your nerve so calm and steady , is your mind so c ool and quick that yon would know what to do and how to do it if a destroy-1 ing peril shot acro s s y our p ath a s s wift as the light-ning flies? Test yourself and see. Read Tip Top, No. 358 , and put yourself in Dick Merriwell ' s place . Be honest seemed to cau s e the buildi n g to tremble. with yourself , and hone s tly answer this vital quesImmedia t ely he lifted him elf somewhat, clutching tion which we have just propounded.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK, February 71 I!J03 TERMS TO TIP TOP WEEKLY MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (POSTAGE FJIEID.) Slnitle Cople• or Back Numbers, Sc. Each. 8 months ••• , • • • •• • • • • .. . 65c. I One year , ..•...••••••••. $2.50 4 months ••••• , •• , ••• , • •• 85c. 2 cop le• one year .••••••••• 4.00 6 months •.•••.••••••..•. $1.25 1 copy two years .• , • • • • • • • 4.00 How TO SEND MoNEY.-Dy post-offi c e or express money order, reg1stered lotter, bank check or draft, at our rl•k. At your own rH< If sent by currency, coin, or postage •tamps In ordinary Jetter. RECEIPTs.-Recelpt of your remittance Is acknowledged by proper change of number on your label. II not correct you have not been properly credited, and should let u s know at once. STREET & SMITH'S T I P TOP WEEKLY, 238 Wiiliam St., New Yor k City. APPLAUSE PRIZE LETTER NO. 61. As I am a reader of your great Tip Top Weekly I saw your great offer. Therefoi:e, I thought I would try to win one of your gold pens. Frank and Dick 1vlerriwell, Bart and Buckhart are my favorites. I am glad Frank has chesen Inza and Bart Elsie Bellwood. I hope Dick M e rriwell gets Doris Templeton, for she is the girl for him. Those who say such bad thing s about Bart and Brad ought to crawl in a hole and pull it along in. as Brad would say. I have read lots of different kinds of weeklies, but I did not like any as well as the Tip Top. I would not take ten for one of your weekly. I was going to start to smoke last spring, when I saw one of your books in a bookstore. I bought one, read it. and soon decid e d not to smoke at all, and I have read it ever since. I am gre.xtly interested in athletic contests, and am taking simple phy sical exercises every evening. I am going to get a punching bag and start to exercise in earnest. Burt L. Standish is one of the able st writers I ever heard of. vVishing Burt L., Street & Smith, and all the characters of Tip Top a long life, I remain, CHAS. SCHNEIDER. William spo rt, Pa. Well sa:d. my worthy Tip Topper. May you live long to appreciate the King of Weeklies and lend your voice to its prai56. \. PRIZE LETTER NO. 62. I am favorably impressed with the continue for a good many months and look forward to the coming of the next number as one of the mo s t important events of the week. In fact, the week would seem inconfplete without Tip Top. These stories can well be read by our elders and recommended by them to the younger members of the family, as th e y contain no trash. nor do thC'y suggest the impossible or impract icablc, as everything de picted in the career of Frank and Dick Merriwell can easily be attained by any boy who has the ambition to start the founda tion and continuing to build upon it. To instance the practicable n ess of Burt Standish I will say that one of the mo s t succe'ssful football teams in this city is captained by a boy who copied Frank and Dick Merriwell and uses signals, formations, etc., suggested by the heroes of Tip Top. Right here I will say, that for a boy who is beginning to train, that Professo r Fourmcn's instructions are as good as a high-priced course in a physical culture school. I know, for I have tried both. Wishing you continued success, I am, yours sincerely, Vo/. HAMILTON. Baltimore, Md. True enough! To lend zest to ambition, determination to purp ose, force and fervor to endeavor, Tip Top Weekly stands with-out a peer as the guide and prime minister to the young Ameri can. Everything that to his physical and moral develqp ment can be found in Tip l'op, presented in such a way as to become a stirring inspirati on. Let us take off our hats to th a t world famous trio of benefactors-Messrs. Street, Smith and B. L. Standish. PRIZE LETTER NO. 63. I have been one of your faithful read ers for many years, arld now write to you to show my thorough appreciation of your great publication. Your book, or rather p aper, has done a great deal in its short life to help "Young America." I have always enjoyed reading . but looked down with supreme disdain on any one who read the five-cent weeklies until, by chance, I picked up on of your Tip Top weeklies, and since then T have n o t mi ssed a copy, and I have endeavored to get all back numbers. I think that the character of Frank, as Mr. Standish draws him, shows the noblest example of American manhood that one can conceive of, and I am afraid th a t before you started to publish your most excellent weekly there were few like him, but now, thanks to Frank's most noble example, I think and know that many are trying to pattern after h im, and if a careful observer should note just what boys that come und e r his eyes, read Tip Top, then will he point them out as the noblest youths of his acquaintance. Too much cannot be said of his wonderful and good influence over the youths of our great country, and it is these youths who are to carry on the affairs of this republic at some future time and they owe more than they can 'ever repay to that noble, beautiful character, Frank Merri well. I often wondered how I was to get along if they stopped publishing "Frank Merri well," but, Jo! here comes on the scene a wild, impetuous boy, who bid s fair to almost eclipse Frank, and who h a d already a hold on the affection of the boys. Let the good work go on, let Dick go into athletics with a vim, and the boy r ea d e rs all over the world will follow his example and always be fine, robust men, to carry on the future cares of his great na ti on . L e t us say farewell to the flat-chester, ni cotinetainted boys, and h ave a new set of boys in our country who are earnestly following the glowing example of Frank Merriwell, "The Prince of Good Fellows" and a king among m en. Yours truly, CHAS. W. GETTY, Ja. Pi e dmont, W. Va. A fine letter , and indeed one worthy to be counted well up on the list, for it has a good subject-the character of Frank lVIerriwell-and it treats it well. From th e accounts of I am sure there must be many M:erriwell boys now in all parts of the country, so many have taken them f o r an exa mple and I am sure have succeeded in their attempts to become like them. PRIZE LETTER NO. 64 Seeing the vast nnmher o f youthful applaud ers ever ready to say a word for our splendi d publication, I feel that I owe to the publishe rs and author of my favorite paper a few words of apprecia tion. I am a most interested follo\\'er o f the Tip Top W ee kly and am never more h appy when discussing its famous plots and laug:hing over so me practical jnke perp etrate d by its characters. I have followed Frank Merriwell's eventful lif e from the morning h e stepped frnm the train at Fardale Station till his brother and predecessor, Dick, took the narrative up and carries the standard. on to victory. I am the proud owner of eve ry copy of Tip Top, and would no more part wit h one of them th a n one of my most valued gifts. \Vhen Thursday night comt>s, so eager am I to read the bte edition, almost invari ably I will cancel any sport or pleasure I m<1y h ave to pert1se and enj oy my yonng hero's thrill ing adventure. Who but some pers on bereft of rea son could help admiring, nay. , loving, a character like Frank Merri well? After having read the number where Emily dies and Frank Merriwell, with bared head, delinrs the last sad ri tes over her gra , h ow deeply it sank into the Hearts of those rough miners. Should it not more deeply appeal to us? That one event portrayed to me a different side to his noble nature that I had ever realized before. Student, athlete, benefactor. practical Christian, are but few of the epithets that can be applied to our ideal. I am never out of read ing with my set of Tip Tops. Once in so long J take an evening and go back to the old Fardale day s when Frank was a student there. In each one I find a few select passages that impress me. Passing on through his vacation and back to Yale he goes, bound to be a leader among his associates. Meeting the adversities of fortune and his struggle to gain preeminence, he goes from

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TIP TOP WEEKLY . f(".',, engineer to actor, from actor to playwright, then to manager1 striving to work his way back \nd complete his education at Yale. Finally success crowns the efforts and he is no longer a poor poy. Taken altogether, his life is one great book to me, each new edition being a chapter. The one part of all the stories I admire most is the ball team' s sojourn at the :Vlad River region. What an, interesting character Snowflake Charley proved. I felt sorry when he passed away, for I saw such noble and brave episodes in the short rO/e he played in the books. What a good friend he was to Frank and Dick. Then another of interest was "Pjsen Bill.'' It all goes to prove what a mesmeric influence Frank has over hard charactered men. At the time when the great Elsie and Inz a question was before the readers, Elsie was my favorite. Finally, Frank chose wis ely and well and made not 01;1ly himself happ y , but hi s trus ty friend. Bart Hodge, as well, and I think they will be h a ppy together. Just now Dick's love affairs are interesting m e mos t. Felecia and Doris are holding a warm rivalry for him. when pretty June Arlington comes to the front. Vv'ho which way his affections lean? Who is your favorite , fcllow-r ea der.s? Let me say in conclusion, that I consider the Tip T p VVeekly the most valuable visitor that ever visited my home. Each public;i t i o n seems more interesting than the last, and I stand every ready to fight its battles to those who condemn it as cheap or trashy literature, as I think no ,person with any ordina ry amount of intellect <:an trnthfttllv say the Tip Top. is not worthy of our attentio n . Then, goocl' luck. author and pub!ishcrn , to a magazine which s ell> in more towns than any other weekly issue pubhshe d I c;m truthfully assert. I shall be one of its faithful adherents as long a& it or live. My respects to Standish, and "may he live long and prosper," is I the wish of his stanch admirer, RALFH F. P AULD!NG. Plymouth, Mass. A prize letter from the old Pilgrim town. and foll of gcothcr. I know what I am talking about, for I have read Tip Top from the beginning. but have never told yet what I think of it. r have read other weeklies anti they are not nearly as good. Doris is all rig-ht. I'd like to meet a isirl like that. I prophesy, Dick will marry Jt.me Arlington. I think she will prove to be just exactly what Dick wants. Hal Darrell is Bart Hodge, thi: second. Brad, the "Untamed Maverick." is the reai stuff. He's not all blow. "listen to my g entle warbling." Ted Smart makes me laugh. A second Jack Ready, though somewhat different in style of expression. I can spout Tip Top foreYer. tong Jin. Burt L., Tip Top, and Street & Smit h. I might as wcil consider this a prize letter, although I don"t expect one of the prizes. Easton, Pa. A CRITIC. .. You were wise to enter your ietter in the prize contest, for it is a good or. le. Please send your name and street a
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Fairport. I thin k when Dick went through c ente r behind Obediah Tubbs and made a touc hd own is what I call exce ll en t playing. I don't like that fellow, Chester Arlington, and I think Di ck can bring him to terms in time. B. L. Standish, I think, knows what he i s doing when he writes Tip Top, and I think he decided right when he chose lnza for Frank and Elsie for Bart. Frank and Dick are my heroes and they are good examples. Wishing suc cess to Tip Top, the ideal publication for the American youth, I remain, G. A. Irvington, N. J . One more contestant with a well written letter. Who can do better than this. Having read your excellent weekly for over three years, I have decided to add my name to its many adr.;irers. I have two brothers who read your tine weekly, besides a sister and my mother and father. When my brother first brought the Tip Top stories in the house my father started to read them , and, after reading one or two of them though t they were fine, but my mother would tear up every one she would find about the house. After urging her quite a while, we finally induced her to read ;Jne, and now she i s lik e the rest of us, who can hardly wait for Friday to come around. I like Hal Darrell next b es t to Dick and then the "Unbrand ed Maverick." I l i ke June Arlington and Doris the best of the girls. \Ve are getting all the back numbers in quarterlies and think they are very good. I will close now, with best regards to Burt L. and Street & Smith, I remain one of Tip Top's most stanch and everlasting admirers, Maywood, Ill. EDNA LoRENTZ. As a repr ese ntative memb e r of a family of Tip Top admirers we a r e glad to ha ve your opinion. Let u s hear again not only from you, but from each one. I ha ve put it off as long as I can, but at last feel that I must write and express my appreciation of the Tip Top. I think it is one of the finest books ever published . I think that ln June Arlingto n Mr. Standish portrayed one of the finest ch11racters, and I think she is a much more adm irable character than Doris. She seems so much more res erved and refined and is a stronger character in every way. I think a great deal of Dade :Morgan and Hal Darre ll. Would like to hear more from Dade. When I first began to read the Tip Top my father reprimanded me severely for reading "yellow backs," as h e called them. He is a minister, and is usually very busy , but I at last p e r sua ded him to take time enough to mid one. He was delighted with it and is now almost as interested in them as I am. \Vith best wishes to Mr. S a ndish and Street & Smith, I remain, a firm admirer of June Arlington, C. W. L. Peru, Ind. Your father's interest in Tip Top speaks w ell for it. His opinion is one of the many that we are receiving daily. I wil! take the privilege, as m any of your readers have, of writing a few lin es for the Applause Column of the Tip Top Weekly, which is the best of its kind published . If alt novels were like it ou r newspapers would contain n o reports of criminal deeds d one bv dime novel boys, which i s ofte n the case. In their s tead we wo.uld have a cla s s of boys far s uperior to th e boys who are given to reading the cheap fiction of the present age. I believe too light a stress is generally laid upon moral courage. Frank and Dick Merriwell are c.ert3inly mora l heroes. They come out boldly and do that which tney know to be right; indif ferent as to how many scornful eyes are turned toward them , and they alw ay s come out on top, as will the one who, at all times :md under all circumstances, dares to do right. I am glad the Tip Top Weekly is so widely read. WM. OTUs. South Omaha, Neb. You have the proper idea of the thin gs which count to make up a man's character. Be who begins when young to have a wide gulf separate ri gh t from wrong and keeps o n the right side, is forming a good solid foundation for a splendid character. It is what Frank and Dick Merri well are constantly doing. Being very fond of a thl etics a11d being a manager of an amateur ball t eam, I concluded I wol1ld give you my impres sion of. the publication you call J.ip Top Weekly. I hav e read books of all kinds in my time, but none were as interesting
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BaslJ.et-Ball Scores for the Week 0. M. S., 6; St. Agathas, 3z. 0. M. S.-Barr, forward; F. Bonner, forward; Bingham, center; J. Bonner, guard; Weston, guard. St. Agathas-Eyre, forward; Collier, forward; Myers, center; Maguire, guard; Lynch, guard. Hillton Athletes, 12; Frank Reade's School 9f Science, o. Hillton Athletes-Carl W. Gray, forward; Dick F. Hope, forward. ; James Whitman, cenkr; Trevor H. Nesbitt, guard; Ralph G. Crocker, guard. Frank ]{eade's Scbool of Science-E. Koeni'g, E. Flor dyce, forward; L. Faust, center; A. Vogt, guard; E. Strahan, guard. Hillton Athletes, 20; R. A. Scrubs, 2. Hillton Athlftes-Carl W. Gray, forward; Dick F. Hope, forward; James \Vhitman, center; Trevor H. Nesbitt, guard; Ralph G. Crocker, guard. R. A. Scrubs-Percy Cook, forward; Joe Long, forward; Ben Little, center; Chas . Snow, guard; Peter Jarvis, guard. Hillton Athletes, 22; Warrior A. C., o. Hillton Athletes-Carl W . Gray, forward; Dick F. Hope, forward; James \Vhitman, center; Trevor H. Nesbitt, guard; Ralph G. Crocker, guard. Warrior A. C.-J. Ahorn, forward; \V . Pierce, forward; M. Hudson, center; T. Metoxen, guard; G. Redwater, guard. Hillton Athletes, 8; Red Rovers, o. Hillton Athletes-Carl W. Gray, forward; Dick F. Hope, forward; James 'Whitman, center; Trevor H. Nesbitt, guard; Ralph G. Crocker, guard. Red Rovers-Albert Yelland, forward; 'William Robb, forward; George Henry, center; Fred Hammond, guard; Walter Billings, guard. Brunswick A. C., 33; Pleasant Hill. o. Brunswick A. C.-Bucklin, Phillip, Scott, Kennedy, Clark. Pleasant Hill-White, Connolly, Mercer, Hinileuski, Cook. , Brunswick A. C., 28; Allen Range, o. Brunswick A. C.-Bucklin, Phillip, Scott, Kennedy, Cahn. Allen Range-Moon, Cain, Healey, Harmon, Russell. Brunswick A. C., 42; Pick Ups, o. A. C.-Bucklin, Phillip, Scott, Rennedy, Clark. Pick Ups-Calnan. Higgins, Hanick, Ryan, Coffey, Moore. Brunswick A. C., 18; Brunswick Second , o. Brunswick A. C.-Bucklin, Phill ip, Scott, Kennedy, Clark. Brunswick Second-Britton, Jordan, Carroll, Williams, Staib. Brunswick A. C., 9; Brunswick Second, o. Brunswick A. C.-Bucklin, Phillip, Scott, Kennedy, Clark. Brunswick Second-Britton, Jordan, Carroll, Bilter, Staib. • Brunswkk A. C., 12; South End, o. Brunswick A. C.-Kay!or, Steele, Hamlet, McCormack, Mont gomery, Shoop. Da vis. South End-Buell, Porter, Veach, Neil, Hornbeck, Dayton, Aylett. Brunswick A. C., 15; Brunswick Second, o. Brunswick A. C.-Kaylor, Steele, Hamlet, McCormack, 11ai::nus, Shoop. Dads. Brunswick Second-Krull, Woodbridge, Olin, Bonham, vVhcel er, Loper, Kittle. Brunswick A. C., 8; East Pond, o . Brunswick A. C.-Kaylor, Steele, Hamlet, McCormack, Mag nus, Shoop, Davis. East Pond-Kaanoi, Wise, Thompson, Price, Williams, Gleason, Kaai. Ice Hochey Scores for the Weeh Central, 5; Kenmore, 3. Centrals-A. Anderson, goal; Ilaidncr, point; L. Anderson, center point; Sunn e n, forward; Channer, forward; Cone, forward; Graham , forward. K e nm ores-Reid, goal; Eddy, point; Algeo, center point; Sem p cr, forward; Reid, forward; E. Manual, forward; Flintcy, for ward. Central A. C., S; Blaine, Jrs., 3. Central A. C.-Graham, goal; Almindinger , center point; Da\is, point; Jim, forward; E. Stern, forward; R. Fox, forward; B. Elie!, forward. Blaine, J rs.-D. Reid, goal; D. Fox, center poi!lt; Eddy, point; Algeo , forward; Flintcy, forward; Roscoe, forward; Young, for ward. Centrals, 3; Iroquois, o. Centrals-A:. Anders on. g6al; Haidner, point; L. Andcrso!1, center point; Sunncn. forward; Channer, forward; Cone, forward: Graham . forward. I roquois-O'She:i., goal; Smith, point; Caldw e ll, center point; forward; Richardson, forward; Andrews, forward; Scott, forward. C ent rals, I ; Kenmore, J rs .. o. Centrals-A. Anderson, goal; Haidner, point; L. Anderson, center point; Sunnen , forward; Channer, forward; Graham, ward; Broad, forward. Kenmore , J rs.-Swanson, goal; Eddy, point; Strong, center point; Stevens, forward, Wallace, forward; Spear, forward; Reid. forward . Manager-Graham. North Plainfield A. C., 6; West Ends, o. N'orth Plainfield A. C.-Owens, goal; Armstrong, point, George , center p oint; H. Miller (capt.), fonvard; Brose, fotwarci, Shoomaker, forward; Emmons, forward. vVest Ends-Smith, goal; Adams, point; James, center point; Conway, forward; Turi11, forward; Fritz, forward; Nash (capt.), forward. Manage -H. Miller.

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' Prof. Fourmen: As an ardent reader of Tip Top I will ask you to favor me by answering a few questions, and I will also send my development. My measu rem ents are as follows : Age, 17 years; weight, 160 pounds; height, 5 feet IO inches; neck, I50 inches; chest expanding, 5 inches; biceps, inches; forearm, r2Y, inches; wrist, 8 inches; thighs, left, 23 inches; right, 24 inches; calf, right, I5 inches; l e ft, I4Y:i inches. I u se dumbbells for my ' exercise fifteen minutes every morning and night. Don't y o u think I am t oo heavy? Hoping to hear from you. A TIP 'fop ADMIRER. Your u se of the dumbbells is a good form of exercise. K eep it up. Yes, you are too heavy for your age. You should weigh about 148 pounds. Prof. Fourmen: I am going to write to you for a little advice, which I will thank you for in advance, and below you will find my measurements; also the method which I am following. Please tell me what you think o f them, and help out an ardent admirer of all that is manly. Age, I9 years; weight , 155 pounds; height, 6 feet 2 inches; neck, I5 inches; chest, normal, 32 inches; ex panded, 36 inches; waist, 32 inches; thighs, 20 inch es, calves, 13 inches; ankles, 9 inches; wrists, 8 in c hes; forearm, IO inches; upper arms, 12Y, inches. My method of training i's as follows: At night, deep brea thing, five minutes; ri se on toes fifty times; do the dip fifty times; go through the dumbbell motions, one hundred times for each motion; punching bag fifty times; stand at attention with arms in front and l)ands clasped, step out with left foot and b end back, flinging arms over head and repeat fifteen times; next cla s p hands behind head and push b ack twelve t i mes. This closes the exercises. Please answer in next Tip Top what you think of my method, for if it is not all right I want to change 1t at once. I am in tl)e open air a great deal, play baseball, run, jump and take part in all sports of like nature. I am health y , never take medicine, don't drink, smoke or chew, take one cup of coffee per day. Is thi s h armful? Hoping you will pardon this long letter, I will close, with a whoop for Tip Top and Professor Fourmen. Yours for health, T. J . P .\GE. Your mea s urements are good and yot1r mode of exercising all right. Keep , up this good work. Prof. Fourmen: Being a constant reader of Tip Top \l\Teekly I will ask you a few que stio ns. My height is 5 feet 3 inches; ' waist, 29 inches; chest, normal, 30 inches; expanded, 31 Y, inches ; weight, II2 pounds. I. When is the best time to exercise? 2. How can I gain weight? Thanking you in advance, I remain, yours truly, FRED RITTER. Baltimore, Md. l. Night and morning. 2. Go into training, and follow my "General Advice to Young Athletes," to be found in tip Top No. 265. Prof. Fourmen: Being a constant reader of Tip Top, I want to " take the liberty to ask you a few q_uestions. I am 18 years old, 5 feet 5Yz inches tall and vieigh 1 32 ' pounds. Are these measurements all right? If not, how much should I weigh for my height? I wish to b ecome an acrobat. Could you tell me how to go into training, what muscles to develop and how to develop them? I can do some acrobatic work, but it makes me feel stiff the next day . How I get. rid of the stiffness? Hoping a s pe e d y answe r, I remain, a constant re ade r, BILL LANCE. Your measurements are good. I. l would advise yo u to go into train"ng at once. Develop all the muscles and after systematic exercise y-0u will find the stiffness decrea si ng. Prof. Fourmen: 'We are constant readers of the Tip Top \l\T eekly and hav e taken great intere t in the physical culture department. Seeing that you instructed so me boys how to play footb21l, we thought you would tell us how to play basketball. V ve are girls of the junior class of Allentown High School. The girls of the senior class hav e organized a b asketball team, but did not ask a ny of our girls to help. We are quite anxious to play basketball. If you have any books relating to basketball please let us know. Respectfully yours, NINA V. AM'Es. EDNA E. GRAESSEL. Write to A. G. Spalding & Co., 132 Nassau Street, New York City, for a book on basketball. Prof. Fourmen: I am a reader of Tip Top Weekly and think it is the finest booklet ever printed. I was on a baseball team and I have been practicing since l a st summer. I am right-handed, but can pitch fairly well with my left hand . I can control my curves fairly well, but I cannot get enough speed into the m. WilL my left arm ever b e as limber and as speedy as my right, and will I eve r gain perfect control of it? What shall I do to !let well up in things menti o ned? I r A READER. No, your left hand w ill n eve r be as limb er and speedy y our right. Prof. Fourmen: As a r eader of your famous Tip l'op W eek ly, I take th e privilege of asking you a few questions. I. Will you please inform me where I can get a book of instr.uctions on how to swing Indian clubs? 2. When is the best fime to exercise? 3. Is o n ri s ing a good time to exercise? Thanking you in advance, I rema i n , yours truly, C. REINHART. I. Write to A. G. Spalding & Co., 134 Nassau Street, New York City, for manual o n t he subject. 2. Morning exercise is t)le best. THIS IS 'I'HE Z...A.'I'ES'rl "PICK M OUT" PUZZLIJ A trick puzzle and game combined. Easy when you know how. Sent postpaid, with full d:rections, for 10 ceut.s in stan:1ps or coin . A. S. HOWELL : : : UPPER MONTCLAIR., N. J, COLDEN HOURS Boys, have you any of Golden Hours? If so, see if the following are aniorig them: J34, J35, J56, J66, J67, 168, J69 to J 92, 296, 389. I will pay liberal prices. Address, WU..LIAMS, Box J92, New York City.

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.. TOP'S WINTER SPORTS CONTEST .... BASKET BALL 0 ICE HOCKEY Can You Put Up a Winning Team This Year? There Are Good Reasons why You Should Try. What Are Reasons? By winning the 7ip Top Championship your name By winning the Tip Top Championship you win becomes famous throughout the country. one of the Tip Top Championship Pennants. HERE) THEY AREi11 iiRJOPBASKU BAiC Champions cf 1905 ----'""TIP TOP ICE HOCKEY Champions of 1903 Do you see those do tted lines on the pennants? Is the name of your team to fill one of ; those honored places this year? I IT' s up TO YOU ! our old b a t tle cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE! • 1 '+I THAT'S THE SPIRIT THAT WINS! REMEMBER THAT TIP TOP AWARDS IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO THE C HAMPIONSHIP BASKET BALL TEAM 1 Basket Ball 5 Pairs Running Trunhs 5 Pairs Running Shoes 5 Armless Jerseys 5 Pairs Stocking& "'' TO THE CilAfi:PIONSHIP JCE HOCKEY TEAM ' 7 Pairs of Ice Hochey Skates 7 Pairs of Ice Hocliey Shoes 7 Sweatera 7 Ice Hockey Caps 7 Ice Hocltey S ticli.s DON'T MISS A waNNINC THROW. DON'T LET THE ICE SLIP FROM UNDER YOU. HERE .ARE THE DIRECTIONS F'OR l\<:l.A.N.AGERS. FIRS T-Cut out a n d fill in onJO of the followin'l' coupon s a
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• TIP TOP PRIZE GALLERY PRIZE PHOTOGRAPH No. 32 Prize Photo N o. 32 was entered in the Contest by A. Stickman, of New Haven, Conn. SECOND ANNUAL PHOTOGRAPHIC CONTEST A Full Photographic Outfit 6iven as a Prize FOR TH BEST AMATEUR TIP TOP PHOTOGRAPH Of ANY ATHLETIC EVENT OR ATHLETIC HAM COME ON, BOYS! GET YOt.TR CAMERAS AT WORK If you want a Fine and Complete Photographic Outfit, here is your chance. All you have to do I• t o get • good, clear picture of any of the following subfects: I. A Baseblll/ Oame 4. A Hurdle Race 7. A Shot Put JO. A n Athlete 13. A n Ice Hockey Oame 2. A Basketball
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• Come a=Flying ! Come a=Sliding ! Get your Basketball team into Tip Top's Second Annual Basketball Contest. TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSffiP BASKETBALL TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL AW ARD A COMPLETE BASKETBALL OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF JI. JI. JI. JI. One Five Pairs of Running Trunks. Five Pairs of Armless Jerseys. Fi-ve Pairs of Basketbaf I Shoes. IN ADDmON TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP PENNANT .;t. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. Get Your Ice Hockey Team into Tip Annual Ice Hockey Contest TO nm AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP . ICE HOCKEY TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL AWARD A COMPLETE OUTFIT; CONSISTING OF Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey Skates. Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey Shoes. Seven Sweaters. Seven Ice Hockey Caps. lN ADDITION TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP PENNANT JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. DON'T FAIL TO ENTER YOUR ' TEAM AND STAY TO THE FINISH ..


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