Tip Top Weekly (no. 322) (1902)
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e by SYREET & SMITH, William St.. N.Y. ” Pric e, Five “Cents. : oe d Be a ee - ne Ne 4 ese ere tee tate AS DICK STRUCK OUT THE LAST MAN, BAR Z JIM RODE ONTO THE DIAMOND, YELLING LIKE AN INDIAN, AND SHOOTING INTO THE AIR.
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‘Tip Top VV eekly. (LARGE SIZE.) PAD ALP AL OLD LAT OS™ If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories unexcelled in any part of this world to-day. Don’t fail to read these stories if you have not already. 286—-Dick 287—-Dick 288- -Dick Merriwell in the Hands of the Five Fiends; or, Fighting His Way to the Front. Merriwell on the Gridiron; or, In the Fray for Old Fardale. Merriwell’s Nerve; or, Handling a Deadly Enemy. 289-—Dick Merriwell’s Determination; or, In the Game to Do or Die. 290-—Dick Merriwell Up Against It; or, In and Out of Hard Luck. 291-—Dick Merriwell’s Strategy; or, A Way to Treat Spies. 292—Dick Merriwell’s Long Run; or, Saving the Day for Fardale. 293—Dick Merriwell to the Rescue; or, Elsie and Inza in the Hands of Kidnapers. 294—Dick Merriwell's Strange Battle; or reoon o a Bucking Automobile. 295—Dick Merriwell at Dead Road Mill; A Drop to Death. 296—Dick Merriwell’s Wonderful Throw; or, Bracing Up the Basket Ball Team. 297—Dick Merriwell’s Kindness; or, Saving a Falling Enemy. , 298—Dick Merriwell’s Race For Life; or, The Steady Hand and. True Heart. 299—Dick Merriwell’s Set-Back; or, Outplayed by the Masked Mysteries. 300—Dick Merriwell’s Ride; or, Foiling the Agents of the Secret League of Spain. 301—Dick Merriwell’s Honor; or, The Sacrifice That Cost Him Dearly. 302—Dick Merriwell at Bay; or, Defending the Pirate Treasure of Hidden Cave. 303—Dick Merriwell Trailing the Treasure; or, Face to Face with the Pirate Captain. 304—Dick Merriwell’s Peril; or, Left to Die in the Flames. 305—Dick 306—Dick 307—Dick 308—Dick 309— Dick 310—Dick 311—Dick Merriwell’s Snowshoe Hunt; or, The Hidden Hut of Blue Mountain. Merriwell’s Disappearance; or, The Mystery of Moaning Cave. Merriwell’s Racket; or, Who Was the Traitor? Merriwell’s Discovery; or, The Evil Genius of the School. Merriwell’s Revenge; or, Fighting a Desperate Enemy. Merriwell’s Life Struggle; or, The Veiled Woman of the Woods. Merriwell’s Tramp Chase; or, The Awakening of Scudder. 312—Dick Merriwell’s Nine; or, Trouncing the Regular Team. 313—Dick Merriwell’s Danger; or, Solving a Strange Mystery. 314—Dick Merriwell Accused; or, The Life of the Nine. 315—Dick Merriwell’s Trick; or, Paid in Their Own Coin. 316—Dick Merriwell’s Daring Leap; or, Bound to Get There. 317—Dick 318—Dick 319—Dick Merriwell’s Delivery; or, In the Face of Desperate Odds. Merriwell’s Nerve; or, Up Against the Real Thing. Merriwell as Captain; or, In Spite of His Enemies. = With Trp Top No. 285 begins the now famous Fardale Series, i in which Dick Merriwell: has entered the good old school at which the career of Frank Merriwell also began some = yearsago. Thousands of young Americans will want to read of the fine things that Dick " . _ Merriwell has done, is doing and will in the future do. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, . . 238 William St., New York.
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Teruad Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Exmtered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by Oreres & Surrn, on Omers. N.Y. Extered according to Act of Congress in the year 1903, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. No. 322. NEW YORK, June 14, 1902. Price Five Cents. DICK MERRIWELLS TEAM: OR, The Young Wonders of the Diamond. oe By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER IT. THE CONQUERORS. At last the Fardale Athletic Committee had come to its senses. The victory of the Fardale team, cap- tained by Dick Merriwell, over the Union Athletic Association of Uniontown and the bringing heme of over four hundred dollars as Fardale’s share of the - gate money had wrought a remarkable change. The committee gasped with unspeakable. amaze- ment when the report came_over the wire that Far- dale had won, for it had not seemed possible that the academy team could defeat the wonderfully fast nine of the U. A..A,, and there was little delay in turning out a wildly hilarious and jubilant crowd to welcome th: boys back from victorious battle. But what caused the committee to gasp more than anything else was the money Captain Diek placed in the hands of the chairman of the committee, stating that it was Fardale’s proceeds from the game. Four hundred dollars! ; No wonder they were amazed! No wonder they were overcome with delight! For in the past few days the committee had heen overshadowed with gloom, caused by the fact that the funds raised. for carrying the baseball team through the season had become exhausted and there seemed to be no way of raising more money. Not only that, but a debt of almost a hundred dollars had piled up on them, and they had secretly discussed the advisability of disbanding the team before the obliga- _tion became so large that there would be no possible way of paying it.
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2 | TIP "TOP Now, at one swoop, the team had cleared itself of debt afid placed three hundred dollars in the treas- ury, enotigh to make it certain that the season would be finished and that there would be money left for “next season. ' But that was not all. No amateur of semi-professional team in that sec- tion was held in such fear as U. A. A., which claimed the amateur championship of the State. Uniontown refused, as a rule, to play with school teams, for the reason that such teams were not strong enough to make the games close and interesting. However, Eaton, Fardale’s strongest rival, had been able to secure games: with U, A: A! year after year, while Fardale had been ignored and held in contempt. _ This year, howeyer, the record of the Fardale team as had ‘been such that the management of UA. A. “ig could not help taking note. _ Then, when the time came that Uniontown needed a game with some club ‘and ‘could not secure a strong team, Fardale was challenged, through Dick Merriwell. Doubting if “ ‘Fardale would draw well, U. A. A. offered to play with the agreement that the winning team took two- thirds of the gate money, and Fardale’ accepted— .s _giad to get a game | on any terms.” 7 The manager of the Uniontown team was ‘amazed by the great crowd of spectators that came pouring ; onto the ground to witness that game of ball) When - 2 he was told that over six hundred dollars had been taken, he groaned at the thought that Fardale would carry. away two hundred of that good money. But e when the game was over and he realized that, ac cording to the terms Proposed by him and agreed 2S upon, Fardale would take away more than four hun- aye dred eliers, 1 he came near atid a SRE: : Ee Peemow tee aay WEEKLY. in declaring that i was Dick's w onderful pitching and masterly management of the tear on the field that won the game. But Dick was not selfish enough to take al the glory. He told of the wonderful support he had received from every department of the nine. How all the fellows had worked as if their very tives de- pended on the result. How clean base hits had been spoiled by the smpiecrace 3 ——— of the Fardale lads. Of course, the story of the blinding of Dick in the ninth inning was told, and created no.end of indigna- tion. And the academy boys looked on the ¢aptain of the nine with still greater admiration and respect when they learned that he had pitched the final in- ning when he could barely see the batter and the catcher and had found himself entirely blind directly after catching the.line ball from the bat that ope: out the last man. ' It was almost too wonderful to believe, but it was true. P ; It made no difference that Dick laughingly de- claréd that catch a pure accident, as he had flung up his hands to protect his face from the ball he could not see when he heard the bat strike it. diate made the thing none the less amazing. | And now it seemed that atl Fardale honored Dick and gloried in him. sOgdeiy ORI This was true only in out wad seeming. — ‘Ree the treacherous fellows who called themselves the Black Wolves and met secretly in the Wolf's Den were unchanged. All this praise of Dick simply eee Reaen On ASE eS ts Seale F _ keep still. : More bitter than ever was Tod Hubbers, iastin as “Big Wolf,” the leader of the gang. ' Fred Stark, : Gis wa aia “Soft Paw,” was the only one of the ot yt | psd Regia cl th gran ofthe dn sari lam aaa , ne ; gana pascaia cats
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TIP TOP the smokehole above. “It’s no use. well quit trying.” “You make me sick!” growled Big Wolf. con- temptuously. We may as ’ “He is having his day now.’ “And a glorious day it is,” whined Jim Watson, called “Quick Eye” by his brother Wolves. — “What do you think about it, Fang Tooth?” asked Sam Hogan, turning to Mark Crauthers, who was soberly ard silently smoking a black pipe. “You - have said nothing.” “Because I have nothing to say, Red Heart,”’ came from Fang Tooth, who sat with his legs doubled up Indian fashion, staring straight ahead and puffing : the blue-white smoke from his lips. “Well, I hope you're not goirtg to wilt, the whole of you!” cried Big Wolf, with an indignant howl. “What's to be done?” demanded Red Heart. “it seems to me that we have done about everything ‘possible, and he rides straight on to glory’ just the ~ same as if we had not wiggled a finger.” “The tide will turn.” _ “You've been saying that for some time, but I see no symptoms of it as yet.” k Big Wolf grew angry. - *Yowean all quit, if you want to!” he snarled ;,““but » I shall keep right on, just the same.” “What's the use to get mad about it?” said Soft Paw, gently. “I played on the nine and was dis- carded that my place might be filled by one of his - friends. I think I have as good reason as any one Bs a - to hate him. But I have sense enough to see that Hy ; we're only making him all the more popular by try-) Ree ing these things : against him and ibis You must iy that, Hubbard.” Yah! Call me Big Wolf when we're here in the. Den! “T presume. zi have as much sense as you! — | And can see as far as you, too!” . “Then you must confess that I’m right.” Wel ga nothing! “You | are” ready to crawl! ell. ad! Miu digerte the whole lot of Paes ca pies WEEKLY. 38 ing. “I have stuck by you pretty well, even when my conscience has troubled me some, for Dick Mer- riwell never has used me dirty.” “Oh, you're looking for an excuse to crawl over to his side now, are you?” snapped Big Wolf, jump- ing up and standing crouchingly over Hogan. “If you do—if you ever blow on any of us—if you ever tell anything about me——-” “Now, that’s enough!” cried Hogan, aroused. “Tm not that kindof a sneak! You have no call to make this sort of talk, Hubbard, and I, for one, won't take it from you.” For a moment it seemed that these fine young wolves would fall on one another then and there in their own den, and that there would be a savage fight; but Hubbard cooled a little, or realized that he would turn them all against him, and muttered: “All right, You know what I think.” “We've got to be getting back to the academy,” said Quick Eye. “I’m going now.” 3 He had held his breath when it seemed that the © fight must take place, and now he hastened to slip out of the den. The Wolves glared at one another in sullen silence, and then, one after another, they followed Watson. CHAPTER II. SOME VISITORS. 4 The members of the baseball team had gathered in Dick’s room. Burrows, the chairman of the athletic committee, was there also. They were efor. a challenge just received. ‘ “Who ever heard of this Springvale team?” ques tioned Hal Darrell, keenly interested. aed, “Where is Springvale?” demanded Don Kent. “Springvale is about four miles from Uniontown,” explained Dick, leaning against the mantel. “Our _ fine friend, Mr. Kennedy, said he. was from: that town.” © "Reaieietn oki lon wiaiosientieh i ewer Nh prety pia ta” ssid Red Heart fesh- ‘Aomlon, of a Morris chair and growled: se chy aga at ae pv a aa ye 34, Bae P Ba Sana ps ae oS eS } X t See
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+ TIP TOP “Kennedy! Confound that sneak! place my hands on him!” Dick’s eyes flashed a little. “I’m another, Bob,” he nodded. “I think I could give Mr. Kennedy just what he deserves.” I'd like to “If you gug-gug-gave him wh-wh-wh-what you gug-gug-gave Bill Bones, I guess he’d lul-lul-lay still for a while,” grinned Chip Jolliby, his Adam’s apple bobbing in its usual comical manner when he spoke. “Oh, I should hate to see the poor fellow used like that!” exclaimed Ted Smart, in pretended hor- ror. ‘‘It would be just perfectly awful!” v3 “The onery coyote’ oughter be roped and ae dragged!” averred Brad Buckhart. “I'd like to do . the roping, too. You hear me peep!” 3 _ “?E was a low fellow, don’t you know,” put in : Billy Bradley. “’E was a blooming cheap aa Ya-as!” 8 “But this chalienge—what had we better do about was known to consult the members of the team about Ds ata “We have a half-holiday Thursday, and they offer to play us here at Fardale on that date.” ty “What i is the name of the manager of that team?” asked Merriwell. aS _“Creel—Charles Creel,” answered Burrows. a egead heard of such a fellow in baseball. What me “does he say about his team—straight amateur?” Sas for ys het. pi ee age ie it?” questioned Hadley Burrows, who never before _ eabge says he has a hired battery. He seems very ‘ aeitebiioe Slee: iatiin:,' Veen: $A vend Shgicaling at WEEKLY. ‘Nor I,” confessed Dick. pretty bad.” “Says he has other games arranged that will pay him.” “Well, it’s possible: I’m willing to play. We'll give Darrell an opportunity to hand ’em up.” “He must want to play “Tll do my handsomest,” he said. for a chance to pitch a game.” “Tm aching “Then we'll consider it settled, and I'll write at once,” said Burrows. “Or do you wish. to write, Captain Merriwell?” “Not I,” said Dick. “I informed Seaton, mana- ger of the U. A. A. team, that his challenge should have been sent to you, instead of me.” “All right,” nodded Burrows, taking his cap and preparing to leave. “But we mustn't throw this game away. We haven’t been defeated yet this sea- son, and we want a clean record, same as the football team had last fall.” , “Don’t be afraid that we'll not play to win,” as- sured Dick. ‘Only chumps play carelessly in any game, for careless playing even ina game that is won beyond a doubt is bad, as it gets the careless player to relax his usual snap and vigor, which may _ lead him - do it some other time in a different sort of. a game.” _ Unconsciously Dick had ‘didaeed by his words | how it was that the Fardale team had been brought up to such a remarkable state of development for the season Dick had somehow filled them with the _ spirit that played. ball from the time the first batter zs stepped up to the plate till the last man was out. _ There was no relaxing for a single second. Every — player was keyed up to his best and watching for an opportunity to do something. This spirit, combined — _ with surprising team work for such a young club, had carried Fardale to the front with a rush ms as- | Chg inh sine teams. a
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. “Wouldn't that give you cause for meditation?” he muttered. “Think of Burrows coming round to ask our opinion about anything like that !” “Things have ch-ch-ch-changed since Hannah dud-dud-died!” grinned Jolliby. “Things have changed since Dick Merriwell took the team,” said Don Kent. “Now yow’re shouting!’ nodded Buckhart. “Steve Nunn is all right, but the committee didn’t . give him a show.” There came the sound of heavy steps outside the | door, on which there was a sharp knock. Then the ‘door was flung open, and a cadet corporal stood out- side, with two persons behind him. _ “Friends to see Mr. Buckhart,” said the corporal, and it seemed that there was a ghost of a smile about the corners of his mouth. “That's all right, partner,” said a stentorian voice. “Thankee kindly fer your trouble, and I'll sure do as much fer you ef you ever come ont on the range. Come on, Obediah, let's mosey right in. I sartin allow Brad is yere.” : _ Into the room strode a person-that caused the . boys to gasp with amazement. A cowboy right off the range! “He Was a picturesque personage, to say the least, having a weather-tanned face, long, red hair, and drooping, faded red mustache that gave him a fierce look. He wore a wide-brimmed hat with a leather strap round it and a thong running through a series of holes in the brim. He had on a coat, but no es meal oe iy ¥ > 3 bo gc antes sie ae Ri a: ee ae eget ~~ “~- $28": ia a 5 open door, In short, he was a perfect sight, al- though his full-moon face was not unhandsome. Bob Singleton sat bolt upright, staring and Gasp: ing: “Well, I wonder what dime museum has broke loose now!” But Brad Buckhart, after his first pause of aston- ishment, jumped forward with outstretched hand, crying: “Jim, is it you? It is, I know!” “Put her thar!” said Jim, as he grasped Brad's hand. “You're just the same boy you alwus wuz, Brad! Ain’t ashamed to squeeze ‘he paw o’ ther foreman o° your father’s ranch, ef ye do go to a swell eddycation shop in the East, air ye? Put her thar fer ninety days! It sure is a sight fer sore eyes to see ye, boy!” “Hello, Brad!” piped the fat boy, in such a shrill voice that everybody started. “Ain’t ye goin’ ter speak ter me?” Weil, this is a surprise! “Obediah, I’m plumb tickled to death!” declared Buckhart, as he turned and grasped the pudgy hand of the fat boy with both his own. “Heh! heh! heh!” laughed the fat boy. “Gol darn my picter, if I ain’t tickled to death, too! Say, don’t you look scrumpshush in them togs! Ae, will They a suit jest like that?” _ “You?” exclaimed Brad. “Yep. I’m comin’ to skule here.” “You are?” : “That’ 's what I be. Pa said I might. I bin at him tooth an’ “toenail fer two months to let me come, an’ at last he ups an’ said: ‘Obediah, Buckhart’s fore- man’s goin’ East, an’ I've decided to let him take you along to that skule, so pack yer Kennebecker an” git, Heh! an’ don’t let me hear no more talk about it.” heh! heh! You bet I'm comin’ to skule here! An’ I’m jest goin’ to show the fellers around here some tricks about baseball an’ them things that will make em gasp iil! their back teett 5 SF Rew ine pay od, aes ra ry ie < 2 i
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CHAPTER III. OBEDIAH TUBBS. There was something irresistibly funny about the ; appearance of the fat boy and his manner of talking and laughing. In spite of themselves and their good manners, the boys in that room were laughing at him. But he did not seem to mind it in the least. “You play baseball?” said Buckhart. “Where did you ever learn the game?” 5 “Why, back hum in Skowhegan, Maine, before pa got the idee inter his head that he'd gotter pull up a stakes an’ go out West onto aranch. I uster make : ’em stare, I tell you. An’ couldn’t I sock the ball! j Heh! heh! heh! I ’member the time I battered an old _—-yarn ball clean over the skulehouse, an’ it fell down Widder Jehonnett’s chimney. Oh, I was a reg’ler rip-tearer at the bat, gol darn my picter if I warn’t!” “And you're really coming to this school? Is it all settled? Did your father make arrangements?” “Yep. I didn’t know northin’ about it, but pa he'd writ on an’ found out all there was to find out afore he tole me I might come. He’d fixed it that I was vb to be took i in on my skule record out where I live pet now, an’ it’s all right. Jim he jest got me here, ae though I'm ‘most starved to death, fer I ain’t hed Bes x skeercely anything to eat to-day.” . th “That’s 50,” said the cowboy, with a chuckle be- hind his red mustache. “I ain’t spent more’n seven ore on him to-day buyin’ him sandwiches an’ cake an’ pie. He sure has a poor appetite! Rs is Thacs whatever makes him so delicate an’ ailin’, I et . reckon. Pie! Lord, but th. t boy can surround more pie than a whole regiment. There'll be a fam- nf int round t this ranch, I opine, if he stays here long.” Nps, ee ds eae > and rolling his eyes upward. “Pie! Why ut speak of it? If pritty soon I don’t git some 1 swan to gracious I believe I shall die! Gosh! deapome! Heh!heh{heh!? | BY Oh, bepthangee se “he’s worse than 2395 it Mod eine “Pie!” piped the fat boy, pressing his hands to his - WEEKLY. “Fellows,” said Buckhart, glancing round at the boys, and indicating the cowboy with a wave of his hand, “this yere is Jim of the Bar Z, which is my father’s ranch, a right smart lot of fellows they are. Jim, these yere are my friends, and You hear me shout !” Jim gave Brad a queer look, as if somewhat sur- prised by his manner, but doffed his wide-brimmed hat and made a sweeping bow. “Young gents, I’m sure some proud to meet up with you,” he declared. “Brad he writ home an’ kept tellin’ his father about his chum Dick Merriwell, “what he allowed was certain’ the greatest boy on two legs, an’ I’ve been right anxious to strike palms with Dick.” Brad drew Dick out, saying: “Here he is, Jim.” Again the cowboy made that sw eeping bow and extended his hand. “Dick,” he said, “put it thar!” Dick did so, without suspecting in the least what was to happen. Bar Z Jim closed his fingers on the boy’s unresist- ing hand in a grip that seemed sufficient to crush iron. Tighter and tighter he squeezed, as he said: “It certain does me proud to meet up with the fel- ler what Brad allowed had so much sand an’ was never a squealer. Why, Brad he opined you wouldn't utter a peep if you wuz havin’ your legs chawed off by inches. He’s sure gone on your style, Dick, an’ that’s a fact.” Tighter. and tighter: closed the hand of the power- ful cowboy, while he continued to. grin pleasantly into Dick's face. Dick was utterly unprepared, a ‘leas mas by surprise, he found he could not resist, or return the pressure. All he could do was bear it or cry out, and he smiled hea into the face of the man with the fron grip, pleasantly observing: “Tam afraid, sir, that Brad has praised me alto- gether too highly, for I am sure ‘that Tam quite un- worthy e so many. compliments.” . pb? os
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___ “None whatever!” snorted Jim, having exerted his : last bit of strength i in squeezing the hand of the boy, “while he seemed to feel Dick’s fingers cracking and % i crushing, although young Merriwell smiled into his es face as if utterly unaware of pain. “TI allow you're | the real thing, an’ no mistake!” - When he released Dick's hand the boy did not look at it, “but turned toward the fat lad. : This yere,” said Brad, “is Obediah Tubbs, some- times called Obed for short. He says he’s coming here to school.” ; Ae ‘Obediah pressed his hand over his heart and tried 5 ier ‘to make a profound bow, the sdme as Jim, but some- how he lost his balance, seemed to catch the toe of a. “his right foot behind the heel of his left foot, and by down upon the floor he fell with a crash that made A __“Gol darn my picter!” he gasped, as he sat up awk- “wardly. “*’Scuse me!” oR “Didn’ t it, ju-ju-ju-jar ye ” stuttered Chip Jolliby, “who was convulsed with laughter. i ys swan, it \struck right on my empty stomach!” - said Obediah, getting up with much grunting and no 2 small amount of difficulty. “The concussion nigh ot poi Oh, but T know I'm goin: to y. to ‘get something ¢ to eat iit rc said io . = | to bother us.’ 2 oat she is TU eat thee declared beta, TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 “Him?” said Obed, gazing at Joiliby’s lanky © ure. °“Well, it ain't surprisin’ they couldn’t do « good job on him. He’s so thin I don’t see bow the hit him-at all. Heh! heh! heh!” a “You are rather thin and frail yourself,” said Diek, smilingly noting that Obed’s vest was \uinbuftoned all the way down, as if it-had once been large enough for him, but was now so tight he could not bring it to- gether with comfort.” “T think I hev fell erway some to-day,” said the fat boy, regretfully. “Till bet I don’t weigh so much as I did yisterday by five or ten pounds.” “You must weigh as much as seventy-five or »? eighty pounds?” said Smart, soberly. “That’s so,” grinned Obediah. “How much do you weigh?” asked Dick. “Well, not much over three hundred,” answered the fat boy, honestly. “Dear me!” he groaned. “y must have something to eat! I believe Pll even risk. bein’ shot if can gitvit. But I don't know how I’m goin’ to git it. shebang yit.., with me down to the pantry.” Somehow Dick felt like a lark, and he quickly agreed. to show Obediah the way to the Pantry. Somehow he had taken a liking. to the hungry f Pt boy, who was plainly a jolly, good-natured chap.” Others wanted to go-along, but Dick, vetoed ties and so. si and Ontioh + felt on their way, Sorts 2 tte rE g a Dy I ain’t got onter the run of this old. I wisht some of you ites would g0
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8 TIP TOP sniffed the air, a look of happy expectancy coming to his broad face. “Gol darn my picter!” he gurgled. “Tbelieve I smell pie! I know I smell pie!” . “Keep still,” cautioned Dick, as they reached the head of the back stairs.. “The cook has been cook- ing. We may find her in the kitchen. If we do, we'll have to resort to strategy.” Fortunately, Obediah did not stumble again on the stairs, and they finally reached the kitchen, which proved to be empty, the cook having stepped out. _ And on a long table, where they had been placed tor ‘cool, were rows and rows of pies! _ When Obediah saw them his heart beat wildly with lnbenitions, and he longed to shout for joy. 4 _ “Come on!” said Dick. “Mrs. Maloney is out, * but she may return any moment. We must do = _ stunts in a hurry.” : if * Into the kitchen they went. i’ ‘ S CHAPTER IV. Ss HOT PIE. / 7s * Straightway Obediah would Fe set himself about ' ae pie had Dick not reminded him of their ‘¥ iy perilous t position and the necessity of getting away at Ae once without being discovered. i “We mustn't be seen carrying off the pies,’ * whis- si ered Dick. “Here, hide ‘em somewhere. me oo nets | Ae aa 3 "age “Gol darn my picter, if you ain't a poet, ‘too! f?? said ol over apie. Then he-fumped and poured the ed Dick—' Ai, I ‘qa ani gon horseback! Conceal thou the pie!” which perriatty Stags if. Great haste, ‘Obed Tubbs thrust the pie under \ ¢ fat boy, ‘in evident surprise, as Dick quickly © fs ‘sor. Sa let era al i. 4 + EN — . WEEKLY. He handed over in rapid succession three. more pies, which the fat boy promptly thrust under his vest, drew in his breath, and managed to fasten. enough buttons to hold his vest together. Then his eyes began to bulge. “Humpin’, jumpin’ tomcats!” he palpitated. I kin feel ‘em right through my shirt—wow! They’re beginnin’ can’t keep ‘em in there! 77? as sure as preachin’! “Them pies’is warm! to burn! 1 I'll hev to take ’em out, “Stop!” excitedly whispered Dick. “Some one is coming! penalty ! You'll be caught! Remember the awful Follow nie!” ‘ Dick skipped from the kitchen, with Obediah blowing and panting at his heels. Up the back stairs young Merriwell lightly made his way, with the fat boy lumbering prs behind him. “Hold on! hold on!” groaned Obed, in great dis- tress. “I’m bein’ burned to death! Gol darn my picter! this business is simply awful!” mee “Qn the other hand, it is awfully simple after you get used to it,” assured Dick, “Don’t mind a little thing like that!” a mind it!” squawked: Tubbs, in agony. - “Well, by Jim! I guess you'd mind it, if you was bein’ burnt to a cinder by four redhot pies! I jest guess you would! I gotter to take ‘em rst gener do 1 a : . “Think of the drumhead: schick omactias¥?- warned Dick, in apparent great horror and dread. “It | means death—de-a-a-ath Obediah was panting and the. govesicasile was running down his flushed face as they turned a cor- ‘ner of the corridor and came full upon Professor Gunn, who was on the way to his ofteny econ Dick stopped atoncen > “Professor,” he said, “it gives me ores pleasare to present a new student, Obediah Tubbs, of Texas.” _ In the fat boy's ear he managed to whisper. — any. “Brace: up! “Shake hands! It’s the eeoehbiette- iy fa af araky i et Pt=_ re se he
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TIP TOP Professor Guan paused to adjust his spectacles, while Obediah stood teétering from one foot to the other and back again, his face red as a boiled lob- ster, while the expression it wore was one of comical distress that a forced grin could not fully conceal. “Mr. Tubbs,” said the professor, slowly, “I am— ah—glad to welcome you to our school. I have re- ceived several communications from your parents coticerning you, and have given them my assurance _ that you shall receive careful attention and be pushed ~ forward in all your studies. 1 observe that you are a large, healthy boy. That is, you appear to be aS healthy, although I note that at the present time you | -are extremely nervous and excitable. You do not seém to be able to keep still, and | infer that you are _ suffering somewhat. Am I—ah—right?” “©-o0, I’m pritty well, eee eee well!” gur- gled Oebiah. , 2 “But you keep pressing your bands Suman eely to your stomach, Have you stomach trouble?” “Br—er—no; ‘that is, yes, just at present. é : _ “thought so! I thought so!” exclaimed the pro- ge in great satisfaction. fs in such matters, I should have been a doctor. think I could shave made my mark i in the world as a physician.” | aN f Poor Obediah! ne was s suffering untold tortures, a © for those pies threatened to raise blisters. He oe andl squirmed and longed to take to his heels. - e Ho you. have hit bis case aiue ‘caused uy too > t , ¥ =e > ae io lew . “T am seldom mistaken ~ I rere his month, with a hand and sehayed WEEKLY. 9 “By ginger! that’s so!” burst forth Obediah. “Next time I take pie I shall take it cold. I’m dead set ag’in’ hot pie arter this!” “T think it will be well for you to see the doctor,” said Gunn. “He may be able to alleviate your dis- tress. It’s no use, my boy; you can’t press your stomach reund with your hands and stop the pain. You might as well keep your hands away from it. What you need is an internal remedy.” “Oh, good gracious!” gasped the fat boy, squirm- ing about. “This is indeed serious!” exclaimed the professor, gravely. “I shall give orders that you are to be served no pie while you remain in this school.” The unlucky youth groaned. “But—but I can’t git along without pie!” he de- clared. “TI must-hev it!” “Just a notion—just a whim. You will find you, can do very well without it if you try. You must eat plain, substantial food. You should diet for that stomach trouble. © I'll see to ‘it that you are placed on a course of diet and allowed nothing but the plain- a est food. oper and phir of nt kind or must 5 ee: have.” “TH die!” death!” “Oh, uot at all—not at all! declared. Obediah. aoe iH starve 16,3 rae You'll get use to it. “ aiter a while, You have been pampered and baa A too much. It is a splendid thing I met you ata ee. fe a > when you were suiiering like this. You'll be g it some day. You should have some hot 0 tions on your stomach to remove that pain.” r He By this time Dick was finding it ‘difficult t to. keep ‘from shouting with laughter. ‘The suggestion of hot applications’ on Obediah’s stomach | was exert: ; Giatingly fanny eae the circumstances. oe The. 3
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10 TIP TOP “You must not deceive me.” “Oh, not fer the world!” “Well, if the pains return, call the doctor at once. HEY: | look into your case still ‘further, for I think ita very grave matter. A man is no stronger than his stomach, and a stomach ruined in id Na means a life ” of distress.” Then, with a few more rst the old peabesiak permitted them to" pass on. “Gol darn my picter!’ gasped Obediah, as they im “hastened toward Dick’s room. “#T'm pritty’ “nigh _ ‘dead! An’ Iain’t to hey no more pies while I’m in this skulé! “Oh; Lordy! how kin Iive without pie?” The moment they were inside Dick’s room Obe- _ diah ripped open his vest and yanked out the pies. _ “Talk abopt ye’re mustard plarsters!” he piped. bey f “They ain't in it. with hot pies! . Ma, she once put a i Bina plarster onto me, but I never felt the did- at ling ing thing half so much as I did one of them pies! : Beta caow I’m one big blister all over my stomach! i rofessor Gunn.» "But when some of them tried to de pies Obediah was ready to fight. g : “They're mine!” he declared. | “Tye fit, bled an’ fe LePage Pies, an’ I won't let “nobody git ’em “Stan’ back!” he cried at _Jolliby. ‘know you'd hed <9 j p+pie 2" asked Chip, longingly. : dinged | if 1 do! Pm, jest about starved to an’ "s where I save « salts You kin wateh +f 4 | cenny | of the pies u under his eegakt enous assault boys roared with laughter when Dick related adventures and told of the conversation with ed thin I'll bet you'd eat ot hands, he saset sf = core WEEKLY. persons in a private room which served as an Office in the gymnasium at Uniontown. Seaton was looking blue. His companions seemed to be urging something upon him. “You cannot let the disgrace of this defeat by a_ school team like Fardale remain on the nine,” de- clared Dave Dodge, a quiet little man with keen eyes and a crafty, determined expression of countenance. “We were beaten fairly,” said Seaton. “But you were beaten, and there is where the dis- grace comes in.” : acu “What, can be done?” A} “Y have proposed a scheme. Here is Mr. Creel, who will issue the challenge and appear to be man- ager of the team. Mr. Creel belongs in Springvale.” “But it’s a trick!” exclaimed Seaton. : “There are lots of tricks in baseball, as you must. know; but this you can pass off as a ioke. I fgilto see anything wrong in it.” . ee Seaton was not easily satisfied. “Il fear we'll be laughed at for our pains.” = . “On the contrary, you will do the laughing. You must get another game with Fardale by hook or crook. What if you do get it by eropk | It will do no harm.” “And I fail to.see that it will pi much epee sa will be Springvale that will get the grewite eee “Springvale has no “baseball team.” “The Fardale people me hie it. oe, and ate on to the reeked” Ane a “Shes “Now, it is claimed” that. cing elk at has just or ganized a team,” urged Dodge. “What if, the plac e. ' has had no baseball team ‘ahs the asd Cant 2 3 hav one now? ‘OF course?” Prony tes aS Ob, *. ‘course! at chained, Seaton Bes, it Sout i
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being honest. If that does not go with young Mer- riwell, he laughs it off as a joke. Merriwell will play TIP TOP WEEKLY. ae > | fierce, determined enemies, usually fellows who would be rivals, if possible. Merriweil is no ex- ception.” the game or I am mistaken in regard to the kind of stuff in him.” . Highhes “The stuff is there all right,” nodded Seaton, with something like an expression of admiration. “Tf it hadn’t been for that fellow Fardale would not have the baseball team it has now, He has made the team all that it is.” — ‘ “Still, he can be beaten. You have been up against him once, and you must know something about him. You say the neys claim they can hit him next _time.” “They say so, but I arn willing to confess that I do ‘ not feel at all sure of hitting him safely. He has a wonderful rise. It jumps just as the batter swings ad _ onit. Even if you are looking for a rise, it is almost Hs impossible to calculate on that jump.” * “Still, the fellows managed to hit him some, and they would do better next time.” “We hit the ball, bof how ae, safe hits did we 28 get?” ae ; ey “1. don’t_ remember.” eye : “I do.” = ey ees eee “How many?” — ref “No ot one : legitimate hit!” 2- os Bat those kids | gave him wonderful support. That explains | it. They can’t do it again.” a a! don’ t know about that either. He is captain of el teaan and he has a way of filling them with con- : fidence. tt a batter only knew when he was going to t jump. ball and when he, was going to t "something else—"_ Foe A “They co could hit him. Sy ee Opens ee wee , rather! If T had been willing to make a “Not for the next game! to throw. They must know. What’s the name of Re ‘deal with a sneak, we might have caval all about Baton —<— under yak own name on the Tett What has that to td “Still I don’t fully grasp you. Did some enemy do with knowing the signals. “Now you have it,” laughed Seaton. “A Fardale cadet?” “Sure thing.” “Offered to give the signals away?” OY par: “Before-the last game?” “That’s what.” “And you wouldn’t have anything to do with him?” “Of ‘course not.” “Why ?” “IT am not in the habit of playing baseball that way.” “No; but——” “Besides that, I did not Lonleienas that there was the least need of ‘knowing the ‘signals. I reckoned _ that we would be aUte to hit. him anyhow.” ee “But now——” n “4 “It’s too late.” “Not for the ek saat” cecleuned Dodge. You have just said the = fellaws could hit him if they knew what he was going . cae the fellow who agreed to tip you off to the signals?” “Tod Hubbard.’ 4 fet oy phe IAS oe foe “Know anything about een 2 2 a 3 yo oe “Nothing save that he is a ieee af Pardale, et ae y # he seems to be rather crazy.” PRs be Fate eles SS MG oO eae Se “Yes.” RO . aa? 2 xt sie , ike a ree “Why?” ile scaeoe
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eae TIP TOP WEEKLY. is a gang at Fardale calling themselves the Black Wolves. Say, this fixes it! Eh, Kennedy?” Fred Kennedy, who had been listening, smiled a little. He was a young fellow, with a rather pleas- ant face, though there were bad lines about his mouth. His smile was very attractive, and there was magnetism about him. _ “ “It ought to,” he said. “That is, if there is any way of reading Fardale’s signals on the field.” “Why,” said Seaton, “this fellow Hubberd claims _| that Merriwell gives the ‘signals half the time when x4 he’s pitching, and that he does it in such a way that all the team know just what he is going to throw. ‘Tn that case, if an outsider knew the code, he could ee read the signals just as well as the Fardale chaps.” “It's a snap, if that is true,” said Kennedy, en- thusiastically. “It’s your solemn duty to get next to this Hubbard and cajole him.” a “Tm not in that line of business! r" exélaimed: Sea- ton, in disgust. gh known ; all their signals for base-running and to the 42 haters, f for they. have an elaborate code, according "to the fellow who wrote me. When a man comes 5 tip to, strike, Merriw ell signals what he i is to do, If s to bunt, Merriw ell tells him by, a signal, and so it we had mane those signals we would a ha ode at any cost,”" laughed Kennedy. 4 A have a nice little score to square with well, who gently threw me over the rail 5h jee much, . “If I had been, we might have “The | ‘asides team: should know the prac met shall be ‘ give some of my time and attention to sence of two thousand spectators.” nets 2 Sut he ‘Senge for. you after the game,” said with an aut ms face ‘that seemed. fy oe Key : “Poof!” said Kennedy. ‘There was no danger.” “Then what made you get out of town in such a hurry?” “Thought they might swear out a warrant and have me arrested. 1. knew they'd simmer down when they realized that. Merriwell’s eyes. were not permanently injured.” “Well, I have no sympathy waite that sort of busi- ness!’ exclaimed Seaton. “Had we defeated Far- date because of your trick, I] shoyld have been dis- satisfied.” “Then it’s evident that you are not the man to run the team in this little scheme we are talking about. Creel can do.that. You need have nothing to do with the management. You can play your position and know nothing. We'll get hold of the code of signals, and we'll see that U. A. A., under the name of Springdale, gives Fardale a handsome trimming.” , But Horace Seaton was far from satisfied by this ‘arrangement, for he was naturally inclined to be square and honest in all his dealings, and he felt that there would be little satisfaction in winning a victory through ‘treachery and trickery of,such reprehensible character. ; tera “T’ll have nothing whatever to do with the team,” he declared, grimly. A ; “What do you mean hai NS “Just what I say.” “But—but you ‘1 play yes position” “No.” » ez oe “Why not?” | “Because I decline to be concerned i in sock a piece of crooked business. Go'ahead and send your, chal- lenge! Go ahead and play your game, if the chal-_ lenge is, accepted. But leave me out ot it i emttely, That's all.” Hei - They knew it was useless to argue with hina, for hee. : ‘ie’ § was a fellow who was very set w vhen he bees on ee ee Oe
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. ‘money. into backing the team and this gymnasium in 13 Kennedy spoke up. the first place.” “As soon as the challenge is accepted,” he said, “ab Somehow Seaton felt like speaking out his mind “you had better let me go on.to Fardale and look for I now, and he flashed: Tod Hubbard. I'll get next to that worthy youth “I know you did so, but I have often ie aks it ‘would be far better for U. A. A. if you had kept your money out.” A slow fush mounted to the dark cheeks of Dev e Dodge, and his eyes glittered dangerously. and drag from him the secrets of the bis ns signal code.” Dodge seemed to hesitate. “What's the matter?” asked Kennedy. “Oh, nothing; only I was thinking that you made 7, + TRS Fa Me “You are insulting, Seaton!” he cried, holding his a mess of your other attempt to get ahead of Merri- > voice quite steady and cold. well, and I thought——” s “At least, [am truthful!” flung back the manager “Give me one more show?” exclaimed Kennedy. “IT want to redeem myself. Besides, it was not so much my fault that I made a mess of it before. You yourself thought U. A. A. would win out, and so you of the baseball team. “No one, save yourself, will deny that. You have made a good thing gambling is OB the games ; ; but from the first you have worked for oe = a . ' * Le _ your own pocket, ‘and it has been hinted that, in one held me back till it was too late. When I did get the oe se instance, at least, when you could get no bets against ‘stuff into Dick Merriwell’s eyes he managed to pull ee 6 .. AiAs you backed the other side and worked the through the game before going quite bind a srs wires to haye us lose.” “Well, I think perhaps we'll give you another ma : “Whoever said $0,” declared Dodge, without lift: show. If the challenge i is accepted, you shall 0 on to Fardale and see what you can do with Hul bard. Now, Creel, we'll draw up that challenge, and you must get it off as soon as possible.” ; . ie Then the trio ‘drew more closely about the: table, on which were writing materials, — ‘In this manner the plot was formed.’ ing his voice, “is a lying dog.” “Well, T'll have nothing t to do ath this - piece of ete T will not play on the team.” ‘ Ee "We can ‘fill your place. I think Mr. Creel can es ed x a Few a tS te Ot pee: ee “put I'd much rather Mr. Seaton hoon CHAPTER VI, ‘ON THE SHORE. Jk As Tod Hubbard was ascending the wars ahead of Dick he drew out his handkerchief, which pulled a folded paper from his pocket. “The paper roppe on the stairs and Dick picked it up. Bb rosary “ty disliked ‘Hu ) was. . r
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is TIP TOP _ Something caused him to quietly slip the paper into his pocket and proceed on the way to his room without calling Tod. In his room, finding himself alone, Dick opened the paper and examined it. What he saw caused him to sit with compressed lips, thinking hard for some time. On that paper was written out a part of the signal code of the Fardale baseball team. Again Dick asked himself what it meant. He knew Hubbard was anything but friendly to him, and why should the fellow take so much in- terest that he spent time to write these things down , on paper? “Mr. Hubbard, you'll bear watching,” was Dick’s decision. Putting the paper into his pocket, he said not a word about it to any one. £ But he kept his eyes on Hubbard. _ That very afternoon, after the final session, Tod ‘Jeit the academy and struck out toward the shore, and in the direction of Black Bluff. ; Now, Dick knew he would soon be needed on the field for practice, but he found Buckhart and said: is “May have to cut practice to-night. Let the fel- lows go on just the same. Don’t say anyihing about it save that I told you I couldn’t be there. You don’t know another thing. You mustn't watch me, for “nw ‘re not to ew in which direction I have - gone.” om All right, yard,” said the ee wonderingly. ae “But T’'m sure I'd like to know what's up now. I * Pai I know.” g ‘But Dick did n not relieve his curiosity in the least. Hubbard had disappeared in the direction of the 5 bluff when Dick set out after him, walking rapidly. ‘ In And case the craft taught ithe boy by. Old Joe ; her igi tire n a were aid sod sirenn incon WEEKLY. fusion along the shore, and they afforded Dick shel- ter and enabled him to slip forward swiitly toward the rascals without being seen by them. From one mass of bowlders to another he flitted, climbing over some, darting round others, and soon was near enough to hear the voices oi the.two fellows who had met there in that suspicious manner. Dick was anxious to hear what was passing, for he was Satisfied that some sort of crooked work was going on, and that relieved his qualms of conscience in regard to eavesdropping. He did not wish to lose much of the talk, so he made all possible haste, and soon he was behind some rocks within a few feet of the pair. “Is this the whole thing complete?” he heard the man ask, and he startéd a little at the sound of that voice, his face paling and a fierce light flaring into his dark eyes. “Pretty near the whole of it,” answered Hubbard. “T had the rest on another piece of paper, but I can’t find it anywhere in my pockets.” “Go through them again,” urged the man, “I must have the signal code complete.” The signal code! So that was it? Of course it was the code of the baseball team; Dick had no doubts about that. And the paper Tod had dropped was in Dick’s pocket at that moment. . Hubbard ransacked his pockets, but without any satisfactory result. “It’s gone,” he declared. “T must have it.” “Y’ll make it out again. I don’t see what became of it.” “I must have everything complete. That is the agreement betwe¢n us. And I can waste precious little more time. I've got to get back with this stuff so the fellows can have time to study the signals oat get onto them.” ; “Do you think Springvale can beat Merriwell’s - team?” y | “Do I think it? _Why, Farle wnt bee the
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TEP TOP shape of anything. With these signals in our pos- session we'll wipe Fardale off the map!” E, “I hope so! TI hope so!” cried Hubbard, eagerly. *f have stood the success of that fellow Merriwell right up to. the limit. I can’t stand it any longer! He must be pulled down!” _ “Don't you worry; we'll rub it into him. He won't think he knows anything at all about base- ball.” “That will kill him to death!” “Wait. Ifyou really want to see a sick chap you'll enjoy looking at Dick Merriwell after the game with Springvale. We're going to put the surprise of his life on him. Nevermind what it is. I can’t tell you that, but you'll find out. My only fear is that he will squeal before the game.” “You needn't worry a bit about that,” quickly de- clared Tod. “lf you knew him better you would not be airaid of it. He never squeals. He sets his teeth and braces up to anything.” “But this is different. He might back out and claim a good exctise.” ; “He won't back out, Back out! Dick Merri- well! Not much! He'll play you if you bring a National League team with you!” > “Well, that’s all we want. All we want is for him - + to brace up and play the ganie. Say, I’ve got to get out of town to-night.’ When do f get the rest of these signals?” “Pll send them.” te 5) Sse? ae Morning?” | o% “Don't faik : oe _ “No Manger.” _ » fete eS AIL Point send oy to me. I’ve had to lay in he oy Merivet T don’t care to meet him just now.” “T don’t blame you!” exclaimed Tod. “He's got tin for if he ever does meet you.” | vy ; res bal -the spring-time air was soft and pleasant. this town so that I would not be seen ‘shoe Menai, and WEBKLY. 1 going round to his hip pocket and bringing out a re- volver. “I can shoot the thing, too. I wouldn't let him down me without getting a bullet or two into him.” “Then I wish you might meet!’ declared Hub- bard, hotly. “Ii I'd known “You'd tried to arrange a meeting, eh?” “I might have doné something of the sort,” was the confession, “Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t know,” said Kennedy, as he restored the révolver to his pocket. “Tll be going. I'll follow the shore back to town, so none of the academy fellows will see me.” They parted, and Tod struck back for the acad- Fred Kennedy passed the rocks behind which Dick Merriwell crouched and sauntered slowly along the winding shoré that led toward the village. The sinking sun burnished the rippling water, and Along the beach little waves lapped with a pleasant sound, and all the world seemed at peace. But as Kennedy came round a point one-fourth of a mile from the place where he had met Hub- bard by appointment he found himself feme to face with Dick Mertiwell! CHAPTER VIL THE ENCOUNTER ON THE BEACH. emy. Kennedy gasped, stopped short and flung his hand round to his hip. . “Don't try it!” rang out Dick's clear voice, and the eyes of the cool youth were flashing. “Don't try to pull that gun, for if you do——" “What ?” gneered Kennedy, as he flashed forth the glitfering weapon, Through the air flew a round stone Dick had held. in his hand, Knowing Kennedy was armed with a revolver, the boy had dared face him in that manner, with nothing more than a stone in each hand. | ’ Straight as a bullet flew the stone, striking. ithe man full in the breast and knocking } him backward. The revolver “few from his hand 3 oe ‘fell on the’ Ae} , ioe ? a gz am 4 fer Dy os > a is Fe eo ae Pian TOPEAS Fess, pts a} vi ots rad Mee
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b 16 j rocks and sand: of the beach, while Kennedy toppled | over. DY Dick inepedl forward. bs Although knocked down in that manner, Ken- nedy managed to scramble toward the revolver and catch it up. Dick was two jumps away when the man flung up the weapon, pointing it square at the Se assays boy. Crack! _ A spout of fire leaped from the mouth of the pis- tol, but not till the weapon had been struck by the toe, .of Dick’s boot. Over the head of the man, who sprawled on the sand, the revolver flew, while Dick felt the deadly ‘breath of the bullet that brushed his cheek. Then the lad, his face deathly pale, and his eyes ' filled with a terrible light, launched himself upon his enemy. * * * x* %« * *, * It was nearly an hour later that Fred Kennedy came dragging himself painfully up to the Far- e House, where he had registered under a false name. He was a total wreck. His clothes were _ torn and soaking wet, while his face was battered and bruised, one eye was closed and purple and the other was cut and bleeding. sh “For the love of miercy!”’ exclaimed the clerk. _ “What is the matter, Mr. Cook? Have you been in 5: a fight?” os Temes oO attacked while waiking on the beach by a _ “For Heaven's sake, give me a drink!” “Attacked by a ruffian? What sort of a ruffian?” vas . The wretched rascal hesitated, and then, his pride weedy geting him in its grasp, he quickly said: at _ SA: strapping féllow, more than six feet tall. He a | the strength of Samsou. I fought him despe- j rately, but | it was no use. He ended by flinging me nto the water, and here Iam, more dead than alive. af So a0 naan as aie: Sne did he attack you? hb . “J don’t know. r + i hotline ay drinking. ‘Tanety it was one of Bian iz hogage om: pipes Did he me haan raffiad: and nearly murdered,” declared Kennedy. . TiP TOP WEEKLY. “Pretty soon they'll kill somebody outright,” said Kennedy. “A common man has ne show with a giant like the fellow who jumpéd on me. Why, he took me before I had time to do a thing. Do give me a drink—do!” He was given the drink, and then he asked them to call in a doctor, who soon appeared and patched him up, although he presented a wretched appearance. He described with great fluency and an air of mi- nute accuracy his imaginary assailant, and told a thrilling story of the encounter, claiming that he had given the ruffian battle, although taken by surprise and at a great disadvantage. Having paid his bill at the hotel, he leit Fardale that night. And he congratulated himself that Dick Merriwell had not discovered. the cause of his visit to the place, and that he carried with him information concerning the signal code of the cadets that would make them easy prey for the “Springvale nine.” But his heart was bitter toward Dick Merriwell, whom he swore to injure some day in retaliation. * “3 x ae * * * * The boys were still practicing on the field when Dick appeared. He came up briskly, looking as neat and trim as usual. No one could have sus- pected from his personal appearance that he had lately been engaged in a desperate encounter with an armed enemy. - “Hello, pard!”’ said Buckhart. “Didn't know as you would get round at all to-night.” “Well, what in the world is that fellow doing on . second base?” asked Dick, in amazement, for Obe- diah Tubbs was covering that bag, looking huge as a mammoth, his face flushed’ and his general min being one of perspiring excitement. “He wanted to go out while Darrell was pitching,” explained Brad, ‘and we let him do it. Say, pard, you should see that blamed idiot play ball! It is, bet- ter than a monkey show.” “He's too big to play ball,” said Dick. “This is no time for fooling.” ‘ “Too big, is he?” exclaimed Brad. “Well, me just keep watch. We're doing some batting and base running. Keep your eye on Obediah Tubbs. and I opine he'll surprise you a right good bit.” ss Just then a batter sent ayhot grounder down be- tween first and second. It did not seem possible igr "SEER | ie eo ’ s Yaw ve 4 ‘ Se Pree
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a TIP TOP managed to stop it by dropping on it. Then he rolled over on his back, and, lying thus, with his feet . [ toward first, threw the ball into the baseman’s hands ; in time to get the runner. “Gol darn my picter!” he squeaked. “I thought I’d lost it that time. But it’s mighty hard to git a / ball past me. I kin stop the darned old things some- how, you bet yer back teeth!” Dick frowned and said nothing. As base running, as well as batting was being practiced, the runner remained on first, with a coacher on the line to send him to second. : Darrell whistled a ball over the plate, but it was : low, and the fellow on first fancied he had a start that | would let him down to second, so he scooted. Buckhart picked ‘the ball off the ground, straight- ened up and threw straight at second base, although ~ it was not covered by the fat boy. But Obediah made two amazingly agile jumps and caught the ball, turning quickly as the runner came Z sliding feet first toward him and yelling for him to look out for spikes. Down onto the sliding base-runner dropped Tubbs, pinning him fast with the ball, so that his feet were yet some distance from the bag. It was a clean out, for the wind was knocked out of the runner, and there was no possible chance for uncertainty in re- gard to the decision, % “Got ye, by gravy!” scjuieated the fat boy. “I knowed I could do it! I’m a little bit rusty, but I'll «spruce up arter I git inter gear, an’ I’m goin’ ter show you folks some of the hottest baseball you ever seed in your blessed lives. I jest be!” “What do you think of that, Dick?” asked Brad. “He tumbled all over himself,” said Dick. “But he géts there, as sure as shooting. isn’t afraid of spikes or anything else. can’t knock him over.” aa Stil Dick could hardly believe Obediah panabte of % _ playing anything like real baseball.. The fellow was ah perfeet clown, and his amazing awkwardness eae seemed to make it certain that he would be a blun- i decheelé ina game. __. However, not a bad break did Obediaih make while 1g “second. ‘He went at his work awkwardly humrb ‘ri ‘ ly, but everything was done in such a ner that it counted in the result, and counted i in And he A runner ots ie, 54 out fortunately, and Obediah did the same, in baa e Was seatly over Ovedi called: WEEKLY. 17 He came in and stood up to the He slashed at the The second one for a chance to bat. plate in the worst possible form. first ball and missed it by a foot. was bad, and he struck at that. “He can’t bat,” thought Dick. Then a low ball came over, and Obediah met it with the bat, picked it up and lined it thirty feet be- yond the farthest fielder. “That's the way I do it, gol dern my picter!”. he squawked, as he lumbered down to first base. He kept on for second, and the fielder who had secured the ball threw to cut him off. “Slide!” was the cry. Forward Obediah flung himself, his heels going up in the air, while he seemed to slide over the ground on his chin. The crowd shouted with laughter, but the fat boy reached the base in safety. By this time Dick Merriwell realized that ‘Here * was something peculiar about the luck of the fat boy, who, for all of his awkwardness and his blundering, had a way of “getting there,” as Buckhart expressed it. When practice was over, Obediah came sweating and panting up to Dick.. “Guess you'd better git me onto your old baseball team jest as quick as you know how, captain,” he grinned. “You need me mighty bad, fer ’'m the real hot stuff—I be! Did you see me make that slide? Wasn't it a bird? Only trouble was I broke one of them blisters made on my stomach by them hot pies Vother night. Jimminy! but ain’t I hungry. I don't believe I'll ever git enough to eat round this piace.” “You did well,” laughingly agreed Dick. “We'll consider your application 5 membership on = teain.” : _ Dick did consider it. Ssiuakede. Obediah re- ; minded him of Hans Dunnerwust, and Frank had considered Hans good enough for his team. Hans had a happy way of making blunders which turned tice at least. But there were other matters on Dick’s nities He had not intimated to Kennedy that he knew why the fellow was in Fardale, for he had a plan which he believed would quite upset the plans of his enemies. . Hubbard did not,even know. of Dick’s ater Oe with sages and so, of course, id com oem wre | A - \ eel r ‘ 4 X >. ¥ ‘~ re a 3 HBR a i >? iy | , Jey ep ees 7) oe ae a emer ey a oy
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18 TIP TOP that young Merriwel! had discovered his treachery to Fardale. «The Sword of Damocles was hanging over Big Wolf, the rascally, treacherous leader of fhe Wolf Gang. ‘Sone day Dick would: sever the hair, and the sword would fall. : . CHAPTER VIII. am NOTHING TO NOTHING. Alter arriving in Fardale on the day of the game, the “Springvale” team kept out of sight as much as BS. possible until the time came to appear on the ball : round in sight of the academy. me ~ By that time a great crowd of spectators had gath- a2 ered, for the wonderful record of the Fardale nine ts had aroused intense interest and enthusiasm. °° Fardale was getting the baseball craze in earnest. _ Every player on the home team was cheered, but When cheers were proposed for Captain Merriwell at the crowd thundered its wildest admiration. Over Bie and over the people cheered. Over and over they Sa By ; a out that Dick was all right. Then came the so-called Springvale team. _. © Now, by putting two and two together, Dick Merri- well had figured out the truth in regard to this team, ~ and he was not sufprised in the least when he saw that, with the single exception of Seaton, all the 3 eetos of the U. A. A. were Tepresented.. Manager Creel, ‘who was manager in name only, coolly sought Dick out and made himself Kriows, ti Dick looked. him over 7 curling ‘his fine ce “How ss wee: a organized your team, Mr. - Creel?” he asked “Only a few days,” was the prompt answer. : “T not. Its this same t eam under quite another name,” as erased ee pee returned Creel, not in the least of - the ; 4 - sharply, a faint i ain a 50 ih arose alia ra % o0ked eihel matcore e sig septa WEEKLY. » “What are you talking about ?” a “You know what I’m talking about. I knew you meant to bring this team here, in order that Union- town might even-up the score. I presume you feared we would cancel the game if we found it out. You were quite mistaken, sir. We propose to give you satisfaction, but in the future we will have no dealings with Uniontown and the U. A. A.” “That's nothing to me,” declared Creel... “We're here to beat you to-day, and we're going to do it.” _ “Really?” “Yes, we're going to beat you so hae that you'll be looking for'a hole to crawl into. . You're going to have the worst trimming of your lives.” “Very well,” smiled Dick. “But I think you sinks made a big mistake. You may find that we know some other things before the game is over.” “Well, what's the use to chew the rag! Let's get down to business. You say you’ re not going to back out of playing, even henge: 3 it’s a settled haa before we begin that you're beaten?” “Fardale is not in the habit of taking back water.” Them they spoke of ground rules, which Dick curtly explained, and sire preliminary practice be- gan. _ In practice, the ERAT: team seemed superior to Dick’s team, They were old stagers, and they could do all sorts of faney stunts on the diamond. The Fardale crowd on’ the ig meses sang “ cheered. ‘At last the time for the ¢ game a begin shite “it out onto the field trotted the Fardale boys in their ‘now soiled, worn and far-from-handsome suits, In the past those suits had been new and handsome, but that was’ before Dick Merriwell came to Fardale. And in those days the wearers of those suits had gone down in defeat. When the present season opened the same old suits had been used for-econg- my’s sake, and now they were covered with glory. And the boys would not think of haying new suits during the season, as on fancied stich; a ee might “break their luck.” The Springvale players. were Spates in new gray " suits, for they had fancied it would be Ned nite Depa cripet neat / They — ornare eretdl a yet “pie Sy Th eens cae hee The | d oe <
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j Py a ed ee ee ed Me Lee a A 4 hg ‘J z - ae TEP POP. The captains had given to the scorer their batting orders, which were as follows: SPRINGVALE FARDALg. Durkee, 1. i. Darrell, p. Creel, 1b. Kent, 1. f. Drake, r.) f. Singleton, 1b. McElroy, 3b. Buckhart, c. Chase, c. i. Merriwell, 2b. Anson, 2b. Jolliby, ¢. £. Ince, c. Douglass, r. f. Loppinger, s. s. Smart,.s. 's. Tole, p. Bradley, 3b. The fact that Fardale had placed their pitcher first on the batting list caused the visitors to smile at their greenness; but Ditk was simply following out his policy of changing his men about as little as possi- ble. Darrell was usually the first batter, and Cap- tain Merriwell had not ‘seen fit to move him. In fact, Hal doubted if he could stay in the box against the visiting team. He had been anxious to pitch until he discovered that he was up against U. A. A. under another name, and then he wished to play his old position on second. Dick, however, urged Hal to go up against the _ confident and tricky chaps from Uniontown. “If we give you as good support as I got in Union- town, you will hold them down,” Dick declared. ‘I must save myself for our next regular game.” Springvale showed disappointment | when Dasrelt entered the box. “Frightened Merriwell out! !” cried McElroy. “He knew he’d get his medicine tonday, and he’d rather another chap should take it.” “We'd bat him out of the box in short order to- a said Drake. _ Then Ince chimed in: _ “Let's bat this fellow out, ‘and then they’ll have to "stick Merriwell i in. We'll give them both ese med- icine.” Now, the Fardale chav did not hke this sort of talk, and ce si cbetaad with hisses, groans and cat- calls. “You're a Tot st bluffs!” cried Toby Kane. “But _ the bluff game does not go with Fardale, as you’ve fom out. You have to play ball to win.” ell give you plenty of ball. playing” to-day,” ‘ay red Loppinger. “Just keep your eyes on us.” nS ‘This added to the taunting of the cadets, who had . strong dislike to the visitors, a £4 Mee? se ad between the two tenmna ran hig WEEKLY. 19 ior U. A. A. had been very sore over their defeat at the hands of the Fardale boys, which they regarded as a disgrace. In the crowd of spectators4were two men who had appeared in Fardale ahead of the visitors and gone about speaking derisively of the home team and tell- ing how severely it would be whipped by the Spring- vale aggregation. They had given their names as Ben Benson and Tim Lawrence, and they offered to bet all kinds of money when any one ventured to dis- agree with them. Now, the good people of Fardale, who knew Frank Merriwell well and admired his brilliant young brother, were not the kind to be driven into their boots by two blatant strangers, and the result had been all kinds of bets, from five to fifty dollars, Therefore, the citizens who turned out to witness the game had a powerful interest in the home team. This being the case, there was much disappoint- ment when Dick sent Darrell into the box. The betting strangers were in the crowd. Both were bearded men, rather rough in appearance, and more than one villager had suspected that their beards were false and their rough ways assumed. On the bench were two reserve players. And one of them was Obediah Tubbs, who had been permitted to sit on the bench because he begged to do so, saying he would give the home team luck. ; “Gol darn my picter! it'll jest do you good to see me up there,” he had grinned. “I’ve got a:suit that will do all right, so don’t bother about me.” Obediah was chaffed more or less by the specta- tors, but he didn’t seem to mind that at all. ‘Play ball!” cried the umpire. Durkee selected his bat and walked out. A bunch of Uniontown rooters, who had aceom- panied the visitors to witness their success in “put- ting it all over” Fardale, broke loose with the cheer of U. A. A. “That's: right; show your true colors!” celia Brad Buckhart, as he adjusted his mask and catch- ing mitt. “Get the first man, Hal!” cried Dick, cheerfully. “He’s a snap!” came from Singleton. ah “*R’s dead heasy,” sang out Billy Bradley. “Oh, I know he'll hit the ball a mile!’ chattered Ted Smart. “I know he'll put it into ~ or Tm so <b aie na Py
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“Cut the plate, Darrell,” advised Kent, away out Gn left. aS, “You'll fuf-iuf-find us behind ye,’ from center field. = * “Burn their whiskers off,” urged Douglass, from right garden. + “Pard, put her there!” sang out Buckhart, holding ; up his big mitt. “You sure can drive her into that every time. There’s a heap of ginger in your arm, and they can’t touch it.” “Whoop!” roared a voice, as Bar Z Jim, mounted on a vicious-eyed little broncho, and wearing his cowboy outfit from head to heels, including leather “chaps” on his legs, rode up to the ropes near first base. “This sure is what I came all the way from Texas to behold! Open up thar, youngster, an’ _\ «shoot ’em over the old stewpan so rapid an’ so __ erooked' that he'll sartin’ think chain lightnin’ has broke loose! game, but I'll bet my saddle the kids chaw up them fliers in the handsome new suits.” sa? Thus encouraged, Hal delivered the first ball, which proved to be high and wide. . Buekhart shot into the air and stopped it with his mitt, catching the ball as he dropped back to the * cried Jolliby, i ground. eae “Wow!” came from the cowboy on horseback; __. *will'you Took at that! Quicker’n a goat on his feet, ‘ty _ that boy is. He'll sartin show ye a few things to- tr fe ve eet “tthe next one was over the plate, and Durkee | struck at it, but did not touch it. Jim whooped with still greater delight. “4 But Durkee was a good hitter, and he did not miss Ly Pig tacea po heer wie 0 pe titieaeae mua beautiful hit, _ Jolliby’s long sii scdhenesk Ades che ground at oe peananpo miami sg he caught e 1S ee pow ape : “ Inwas « most spectacular catch, I don’t know much about this yere ° . TIP TOP WEEKLY. “That’s all right!” came from the spectators. “Now, you find him, and somebody will take care of you the same way.” Creel pranced up to the plate, his face wearing a most determined expression. Then Darrell, encouraged by the manner in which Jolliby had raked in that fly, and remembering how the team had played behind Dick at Uniontown, pro- ceeded to strike Creel out. This filled the spectators with renewed joy. The players behind Hal were talking to him and encouraging him all the time. He had been shak- ing a little at first, but the sound of their voices steadied his nerves, and he smil@d into the face oi Drake, who scowled back at him. Drake was one of the heavy hitters on the team, and he had a good eye, so he was able to force Hal to put the ball over, refusing to wiggle the bat at one that was not right. At last, when Hal did put it over, he hit it hard. The ball went far into left field. Running away from the home plate at full speed, Kent looked round and saw the ball coming down _over his shoulder. He thrust up his hands and took it, atthe same moment going head over heels. When he sat up, however, he held the ball up with one hand, having gripped it fast from the moment it struck in his hands. It was another brilliant play, and the cadets broke loose with cheer after cheer. As Kent came in from the field, Dick Merriwell was on hand to congratulate him. But Darrell was strangely white. “Two of those chaps hit me hard,” he said. “It was great work that kept both of those hits from counting against us. If that keeps up, they'll ham- mer me.” “Don’t talk like that after three men straight were retired!” exclaimed Dick. “I'd like to know what more any one could ask.” But Hal lacked confidence in himself, and Dick — was a little worried about it. Hal was the first batter, ; Tole looked at him with a stare sont was ay Ba Apriatin: es FAN HEE Pe ME TOA the ballover. | e : Darrell put up a high foul. Ince ripped off his mask and planted inset under the any “ir asusiperennt shakes mecetnere Ta ”,
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\ Ss. - : t\ TIP TOP WEERKLY. 2)> ; Darrell cast aside his bat in disgust, for it seemed CHAPTER IX. to him that he had not been given a chance. HOLDING THE LEAD. BS Kent was the next hitter, and he came up breath- Some captains would have given a call down to - ing rather heavily from his recent hard run in the pjayers getting out by taking such long chances. field. : Not so Dick Merriwell, z Tole had Don's measure: pretty well down, and He had coached his men to take just such chances. Kent knew it, so he forced the piteher to put one = Not that he wished them to run foolishly when over; and bunted it, beating the ball to first by hot there was no show of making anything, but he was sprinting. satisfied that many a game is lost by the losing side “Oh, what'e the use to try te play ball against failing to take advantage of every chance on the these fellows?’’.cried Smart, as he ran down to the jases, coaching line near first. “We haven't a show! We Especially did he believe this true when a team may as well give up now! Don’t try to steal second. oyjd not bit a pitcher hard and safely, Kent! Lie down “a first! It's all over! Big oe And he kneav Tole was a hard pitcher to hit safely,. can't hit the ball! Don’ t play off—don’t! Stick 1) crefore it was necessary to make the most of every close to your base! We don’t want to win this Qo ice. } We wouldn't 7? it if we could!” So Dick had no words of reproof for either Kent Crack! Big Bob lined it) out. _ or Singleton, but was very cheerful as he trotted out Kent ran down toward second, and paused to se€ vith pis plahetn. . ¥ if the = ha eas d then K athe In the second inning Darrell was rather wild, and The re a) aca % te een tae as gave two bases on balls. For all of that, he did not perate chance, tor, ne “ SORES er cores let the yisitors get a safe hit, and the last man was straight. on over secon retired with a runner on third, anxiously waiting an \ Durkee was the man after the ball, and he got it Opportunity: td come’ homie: ee quickly. “Doing finely, old man! smiled Dick, as he Seeing Kent making for third, pects Arve Sire trotted ms to Hal and walked in with him e- (bal . i, ene apie a eT ry “But I thought I was up in a balloon that time,” The third-baseman got it in time to “nail” it onto fessed the pitcher. “I would have been if Ince the runner, who tried to slide under. 3 “Out!” was the decision of the umpire. » 3“ Ain't it. a shame, a measly shame!” sang the “bleachers. oe - Singleton, however, had gone to ‘second on the BS: Passes ieee Cap hes _, Now Buckhart came up. 4 “J allow he'll sure hit it some,” K | cake for fireworks now.” Brad did ern a lively one into right gar- tet eh hae. said Bar Z Jim. vai} > “had a pond lead front second, er he tried to score on. the hit, ; am. ~ batter to pit it out. hadn't fanned at a bad one on the third strike.” Dick ied off at bat, and he bunted the first ball Tole pitched. By fast Taeg he reached first safely. Then he stole second on the first ball pitched te Jolliby, who wag*compelled to let it pass, as he had received a signal that Dick would try to steal. The catcher seemed badly rattied for some reason, jailing to throw quick enough to catch Dick going to second, although he seemed to have time, » Tole also looked puzzled, calling Ince down, “There is something wrong,” he said, in a low tone. x “Sure thing,” said Ince. “He signaled for the 1 didn’t look for anattempt to secsigtelmaek BE geet: Shane oA A seateh him.” / : ae wi) Woh “There's something the ‘matter all, seuua”: wal : tered Tole. Ww hat good i is it to rer Merrivale
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ee Pe Seen Boo, “x 0 good.” “Not a bit. And we'll have t to watch sharp about . the base-running signals. I think they have been changed.” While this talk was being made the cadets on the bleachers were singing “Fair Fardale.” Bar Z Jim looked happy. “This yere game of baseball seems to be some expert,” he observed to a bystander. “It takes . right lively galoots to up and play it to the limit.” Tole resumed his position, looking round at Dick to make sure he was not too far from the bag. He was just in time to see Dick again give the “hit-and-run” signal. Ee: This led Tole to believe Jolliby would swing hard > “Oe peers * ne ele : 7 * on the ball. Be 5 But, instead of that, the lanky batter bunted. ay. _ Once more pitcher and catcher were taken by sur- prise. Before they could recover, Jolliby had raced down to first and Dick was safely on third. i ae oe ep Now a score seemed certain for the home team, as ys ag ho man was out, and the bleachers were very noisy. K Tole shook his head in disgust. aos ‘But in the crowd of spectators were two men, who a _ had given their names as Ben Benson and Tim Law- as | rence, and they were more disgusted than anybody. eat “This signal business doesn’t seem to work right, cure Kennedy,” said the one known as Benson. : - “Hardly right, Dodge,” apneied Lawrence. ; “What's the matter?” ea tap “Tm afraid we've been played for suckers.” Pde oe - “How?” : - “Why, the signal code you obtaiged from Hub- 7. is th va “Ii that's t the case, we're in a bad box.” ehate! Indeed, the rascals were worried, for they had fan- cied success was certain with their knowledge oi the ag signals, ‘esis had been taught the visiting Saat to see Mecrimell in there, te want to cata mage (Then we'll s soon find out if Ua; P f ) : +? . * 4 he a0 | fe an ¢ f, ey ot 4 “ike. m . less we a8. cae a bard was a fake. It was not the real code.” a Nagas Lie TIP TOP WEEKLY. “li we catch him—— “We'll do something to Hubbard!” “You bet!” Now, Tod Hubbard himself was beginning to get worried, for he saw the signals were not working just He had also found out that for the last two days, the signal practice of the home Now, all at once, he feared something had happened to cause a ‘right, for some reason. team had been carried on in secret. change in the signal code. Of course, Jolliby scooted for second the moment Tole started to pitch the ball. Ince made a fake throw to shortstop, but Merri- well simply laughed, as the trick was too old for him to be caught with it. As Douglass came up, he was seen to look at Dick, who gave a signal. The Springvale players read the signal to mean, “bunt toward first.” Such a play would give Dick a chance to score, as he kept a sharp lead off third all the time. But, to the amazement of the visitors, Douglass lifted a, fly into center field. Dick held to the bag and ran the instant the fy was caught by Chase. : Chase tried to throw home, but the ball came in on the bound, and Dick scored. By this time the visitors were beginning to under- stand that they could not depend at all on the base- running and batting sigrals of the home team, and they were very much disgusted. They had worked hard to become familiar with ail those signals, ex- pecting to have an easy time with the cadets, ‘and now they saw all their labor wasted. The cadets roared with delight as Dick came home, and Obediah Tubbs stood on his head near bse: bench, waving his fat legs i in the air. But right 1 there the scoring ceased for that inning. as Tole “disregarded all signals py the cadets and steamed | up in such a manner that Smart and Brad- : oly 4 ckly i vietims to Sageas ge We 7 ay 7
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TIP TOP The visitors were desperate when they came to the bat. Tole led off with a safe hit, and Durkee iol- ~ lowed with a scratch hit. ‘Then Creel came up and drove: bion home with a tworkageer, landing Durkee on: think ie iors And right there Darrell had his troubles, for, vale men ‘continued to hit, and four scores came in. Then, of a sudden, Darrell could hardly throw the ball up to the plate. He had given his shoulder a ‘ wrench; and he was completely knocked out. ‘Dick saw it, and knew something must be done at 3 _once;'so he sent. Darrell to the penne 3 But who could play second ? _ There owas a ss shout of surprise when Dick: as ix ie bf him tow to seeciid! .) ton his hands and got into position. “This is oa the chanet ‘Tve bin origi 19 atm hot stuff, 1 Meas 6 Sabian a groan, and the visitors houted forth derisive laughter. , 4 be eG he idea that ‘the big, | hbering fa hey: Saba id play ernest ee to c every: “WEEKLY. though he nearly threw his shoulder off, the Spring- - ca “Got darw my picter !” squeaked the fat boy, as he Ue cat he box “that He % 23 The next was a strike-out, as the batter read Dick's signal to mean-he would throw a drop, but the Woe bail came over, instead. It did not take Springvale long to learn that it knew absolutely nothing about Merriwell's signals. ° After that the visitors paid no attention to the matter of signals on the other side. But there was no further scoring inthe third in- ning. . However, the inning ended with the score four to one in favor of the visiting team, and they were jubi- lant, believing that lead quite enough to clinch’ the game. To them it did nat seem possible that Far- dale would be able to make enough runs to even up. Nor did it seem so to others, as inning alter in- ning slipped by and the score remained the same, _ Both pitchers vere doing remarkable work, and it seemed that the game had been thrown away Kid ting Darrell in at the start. “We've won out, all right,” said Dave Bein. as the seventh inning began; “but it was’ not seaig Lr : ¥ knowing their signals. It’s plain we'd been beaten _ = if they had used Merriwell in the box from the tart. 45 si That fellow Hubbard fooled Age oe ea eee: 4 he y “And I'd like to get my hands on him?” grated a Kennedy. “I'd make him look like thirty cents!” att 4 oe “He'll keep out of our way, you can bef on dai: i. finch Merriwell is sone to be pretty bisibd irae ee is finished.” or if “*Coufound him eS grated Kenney, bee ech Dodge laug hoe sana his false ed * You'll sl fel cobb you owe hint oe
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pr “Where?” “Close to my left.” ’“Freckle-iaced fellow?” : “Yes.” “He looks mean enough to do anything.” “I’m going to hit him!” “No!” _“T’ve got to do it!” “Hold on, you idiot! Li you hit him, we'll get : into trouble. They may mob us, and that beard will | come off your face. Merriwell will get his eyes on - you.” to strike Hubbard, whom he regarded as a cheat. Pes. =, Springvale’s first half did not net them any runs, _ and the home team came to bat, with Bradley up Meh ws, “Him going to it hit this time,” declared Billy, as Ne sclocied t Sak. “Hi ain't made a blooming base it to-day, don’t you know! to do something.” = “Lam the darn old thing a mile,” Sod Obediah hee “T foller ye, an’ I'll knock the kiver off.” This caused the Springvale crowd to ee deris- | vey, _ “lowever, Bradley got a safe hit. Then Tubbs toddled out to the plate. having’ se- : ected the heaviest bat he couid find. Hit’s ’igh time for me My ‘ es Tole sent gid one with such 42-3 that it Sheed press i SESE ' h struck at it with such violence that he at held Kennedy in check, although he longed . ow vorking hard to ald to its lead of one run. WEEKLY. But when he struck at the next one the bat flew from his hands and went whizzing out toward third base, causing McElroy to dodge. “This is awful!’ said Creel. “If he doesn’t kill himself, he’ll be sure to kill somebody else.” “Don’t you worry none about that,” said Obediah. : ry goin’ to rap that old Lah before this game is OV er.” Tole regarded Tubbs as a snap, and that may have Be that as it may, the fat boy met the ball fairly next time, and it was an awful crack. . The ball shot off the bat like a bullet from a gun, and away tore 5a with a shrill led him to relax somewhat. squeal of delight. and he did his best round the line of the bases, for the coachers were howling for him to “dig.” But when he passed Now, Bradley was not a bad runner, over third and raced for home.it was amazing to see that Obediah Tubbs was almost at his heels. Run! Why, the fat boy almost flew over the ground! The sight of such speed from him amazed everybody. They ‘could not stop Obediah on third. He was determined to make a home run of it. _And he did, for he flung himself forward in a feet-_ first slide, and across the base he scooted, flat on his back. There he lay on the rubber wheir Inte tagged him with the ball. He Er: But, although this terrible home-run drive had let in two runs, Springvale field ‘the lead by one score. ae eee , \ HAPTER, X, PAR Z JIM BREAKS LOOSE. Tt was the first of the ninth, and. Seauealie-s was fice hitting and an errot had permitted them to one} ; a runner to third with two. men out. 45 T hen McElroy, the star rot ot ae seat came, up to the plate. mee <A cate ‘2 ‘By this time the entire teaan iad leaned to ee c en FY “eget ae Re q ot 2 ~ oe eg Ave 2-0, Ve Weee, Sete +s 7 = pts ets Lae Bac
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TIP TOP But McElroy was a shrewd fellow, and he found a ball to his liking, which he. drove along the ground ' toward right field. It was a hot one, and seemed perfectly safe. Somehow Obediah Tubbs managed to get a hand on the ball, but he went rolling end over end, and the runner came prancing home from third, while Springvale howled with joy. When Obediah finally came to a full stop he lay on the ground flat on his back, with his feet toward sec- ond base and his head toward first. “Catch!” he squealed. ~ Quick as a flash, he tossed the ball over his head toward first. » It struck Singleton’s big mitt just before the foot _of the runner struck the bag. “Out!” declared the umpire, and’ the. astonished "spectators gasped, then broke into a roar. _ Dick patted Obediah on the i. as FOR came in Z “from the field. “You're a dandy! ” he said. ; _.“Thankee!” grinned the fat boy. “I guess I be! ‘ But P'm awful hungry! _ This playin’ baseball makes me hungry an’ tired.” When he reached the home plate, one of the cadets came out with something done up in brown paper. ‘Tt Proved to be a whole pie. zi When Obediah saw that pie, he laughed with sat- = ‘a _isiaction, Ria ‘ aN. “Here” s where BI git in some good work,” he ob- - served, as he bit a piece out of the pie about as large “ata man’ 's hand. “Batter up!” " ealind the umpire. “ter?” é 5. “Tubbs lL” called the scorer. ze 2 Great, ginger!” te - squawked ( Obediah. “Do Tet me eat my, pie. Tm “most perishin’ \of hunger—I be!’ - But he was compelled td walk ia, to the plate. “2 “Who is the bat- one hurt this time, oe ett RS. zi Seles amare y+ as much of the’ so he used all his skill to strike Dick out. W ith two strikes and three balls called, ‘Tole » was ‘Re ‘i Ag ‘compétied to aes over a 2 dm one. He wet Lake WEEKLY. pad Then he clipped off a fine single that landed him on first, where he produced the pie and resumed his attack upon it. ” “Ladies and gentlemen,” called Ted Smart; from “here you behold the wonder of To him the coaching line, the world—the remarkable living skeleton. food of all kinds is a deadly poison. Pie he abhors. Cake makes him deathly ill. He lives on air, and weighs exactly forty-seven pounds. Gaze on him, ladies and gentlemen, and behold the marvel of the twentieth century.” “You go set down!” cried Tubbs, with pretended anger. turning and throwing a small piece of the pie, which struck Ted in the right eye and spattered over the side of his face. Everybody except Ted laughed. _ In the meantime, Kent was listening to a whis- pered word from Dick Merriwell. Don tried to sac- rifice Obediah along, but put up a little fly that was _ taken by Tole, and one man was out. It was Fardale’s last chance. “To the stable! to the stable!” cried Creel, deris- ively. “Put Merriwell in his stall!’ Dick’s face hardened, and he longed for another crack at the ball. F Singleton, however, only succeeded in driving straight into the hands of Anson, Two men were out. “It’s all over but the shouting!” Semee Creel, triumphantly. \ Buckhart came up and waited. He longed to bit : the. bali, but he played a waiting game, and Tole, being afraid of him, gave him a base on balls... | Then it was Merriwell’s tunn, and all felt that the "result of the game depended on what Dick would do. Dick's face wore a resolute look, and Tole feared him quite as much as he had Buckhart. But he did | not dare fill the bases by giving another “pass, a Ae
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speed, but Dick was not bothered in the least by * Diek did not try to drive the ball far, but he picked “an open: spot in the field and drove for that. How- ever, the speed of the ball and the firm manner in which it hit the bat contributed to make the hit a - beautiful long drive. a Smart yelled like an Indian, and round the Wases “tore Tubbs and Buckhart. “It was a handséme two-bagger, and the game might have been won in that i inning, if Buckhart had ‘not tried to win it by coming home. The ball was returned to the plate, and the catcher put it onto he fe in-time to put hint out, ‘leaving the score tied. Tt was necessary to play an extra inning. ' Springv ale w as desperate now. ‘By watching closely ‘Creel had pune a to learn ; - Buckhart $s signals, and he proceeded to give them a = toch batter who came up. Then it was. that some- thing” happened to Dick. . For the first time during “the Sone three men got hits off him,- although the tied hit was 2 scratch, which left the bases filled. : ey - Dick ‘called Brad down and told dl his signals as os were being read. SG. ei ies ; a “Keep on giving’ them just ‘the same,” he eer “ B<2h really, take the signals’ from me. I think that them,” - fob Pa as - sah as ‘Buckhart’s call for a drop was responded to ry hree batte fanned the air, ' struck « out tl last man 1 Bar igh ‘Jim rode foes ne e saute and named x 2 mT ended veer esac him to. _ Springvale ....+.. ewe ae yawes «0 (happened that ae behiats were sadly sateedh “Dick signing that he would use a rise, or vice hohe with his hands. is hi a CaaS ies aah dieutty sad they. cominced ah aC . TIP TOP WEEKLY. gave a base on balls andhit a man, following which Bradley came up and bunted toward first, eee Jol- liby home with the winning run. Then Bar Z Jim again rode onto the diamond, shooting: as before, and this time no one interfered with him. ‘Following is the score by innings: E253 4 -§°6 7 8p 70 Votdete Uys eer eel o.r/0° 8.6 60 2 @' 1 Is 040° 00 0 0 0 O4 When the game was over and the crowd taking its departure, Dick looked for Tod Hubbard. growing dark when two of the cadets came from the It was direction of the village, supporting between them a battered and pitiful-looking object. This object was Hubbard, his clothes torn, his face battered and bloody and his eyes sightless for the time being. He told a strange story. fo an encounter with two " beatded men, ont of whom had thrown into his eyes ‘the liquid that blinded him, after which both set upon him, and beat and kicked him into insensibility. Believing Hubbard had been punished enough, Dick contented himself by whispering i in the fellow’s SBP belts rai “ “That was retributive justice! One of those men was the fellow to whom you gave the signacode ot the nine, which I changed throughout | after your treacherous act. They thought you had deceived them, and that is why they attacked you. “Your eye- sight will come back, as mine did, but; you'll Ht not soon c. Loree? what your, treachery cost’ you.” " i “Hubbard groaned and covered his. “sighs ae rakges 2 ce . THE END. SR Ra: , ay, LEE Wate Seer ae er: : om non rom am) i own
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Do not write more than 150 words. Show your art as a good letter writer. ———— mma I have been reading your Tip Top Weekly for more than two a find it the best oe 2 its kind reed tan hein ey Dick, I can hardly wait until they are published. ee Frank, Dick and all, and, wishing you And now three cheers for Benniz ScHEFF. test pt I remain, your truly, > Nguesso hear of the Merriwell boys’ doings is very natural, and every one joins you in three cheers for them and their many friends. ——— ed '/T have never written to Ti Top before, but I am going to now, and ot waste any more dine in ke my mouth closed. I think Tip Top is absolutely the finest five-cent magazine written, ‘om a rhetorical standpoint, let alone the historical part of it. ip Tops to the present ick is O. K., and so is Bart na iis | ii the Applause Column, 1 remain, your sincere friend, aed Stepnen. P> Hacktey. veg Pi iven a very flattering tribute to Tip Top, and, as our heroes, Frank and Dick, find favor in every respect with all t on ’ t upon in Hee tae Pe eee ‘not, because he 18 not made of that a : ot \ fi Pie Sa shin, Top dean beat of ite. kind the ran uence over : Luanne Circeateat pesinniing ‘to ¢ Pade WEEKLY. kind of stuff. Can he be quieted? After Darrel], brought them out of the hut.and Ted regained consciousness, did he complain of be- ing sick? No; he started out with his way of talking which shows that he is a jolly good fellow. Perhaps Williamson thinks he 1s too smart. If he does, the chances are ten to one he would Itke to be smart himself, Being outdone by Ted, he is Jealous of him. In conclusion, any one who wants Bart or Ted put out had better take something for their liver, as it is out of order. Wishing the best of luck to Bart, Ted, burt L., and 8. & 8. Butte, Mont THe CHAMPION oF BART AND TED. Giad to hear from such an enthusiastic admirer of Bart and Ted. Little Ted is a jimdandy, and don’t let any believe that he isn't. He’s purée gold and a yard wide. 27 I am delighted at the outcome of the Elsie-Inza question. A word about Dick. He is the real thing and Hal is another. Bart, Brad, Ted and Scudder are stanch and true, and worthy of Dick's friendship. I hope Dick gets Doris, and It would be nice if Hal would fall in love with Felicia, as she is a jewel, and I'd love to see Brad get the dashing Zona, but of course Mr. Standish is writ- ing the book, and knows what is the best for our favorites. Al- though I anta young baemes woman, I always bave an hour to spare for Tip ‘Pop. ishing Burt L. Standish as much success in the future as he has had in the past, I sign myself, B.'s G. D. New York City. We are glad to have you so well pleased with the course of events in ‘Lip Top. As you say, Dick is the real thing, and you will surely find nothing but protit and pleasure in reading about him in your spare moments. Good luck to you. I have been reading your valuable Tip Top Weekly for a long time, and I can truthfully say that it has not an equal. I am an ardent admirer of Dick Merriwell, and 1 hope that something wil! happen soon in which Dick will show a preference for Doris, for I am struc« on her. I hope Dick and his worthy friends will have a joliy vacation this summer. Hoping to see this in print. Boston, Mass. A. Boston ADMIRER. Being an ardent admirer of DICK MERRIWELL, we congratu- late you most heartily. As for the summer vacation, just keep ur eyes on the boys and you will follow them through the live- est, most exciting kind of a season. ‘This we more than genuy murmur, X have just finished reading the Applause Column in No. 316, and I see two more fellows who are trying to run_down t ellows seem to : ligni-headed 2; than he tried to save him, but that is ell rot. I that the het way to deal with these two, as well as with G. W. N., Hal Fii- bert and others, is not to notice their insane speeches, Montello, Mags. Gero. BENSON. Dear Tip Topper, your new hat is sure to adorn your worth head for stiJl a long while, and we truly believe that you will never have occasion to embarrass your tion with such as new hats are made of. simply because we know and you know that Bart is Frank’s good friend, and always will be, ‘ve been a constant reader of Tip Top, and am glad ¢ pA has turned out right. Of Dick's friends, I Sike first Bly Bradley. 1 like Billy because be is lang: ¥- e use _ ie e is thick-headed, as that te ft n to Seca for Dick, Felicia for.Hal and Zona’ for Brad. orcester, , EDWARD Payson, Glad you jike the boys so well: They are a fine lot, and if Bradley seems a little thick, remernber he ts sterling through and through. } is -yet early: hk Do time I have ever written the p re of seeing this in thi Top Weekly. Dick is ‘a capital fe i: - ofyal’ Darrell, Singleton, “Bevan Scudder rg “s iriends. Once more let me give three cheers Fog 1 neg ts 7 remain, Natuan A. Mora@an. rookiyn, N. ¥. w how to the right thi about the right a. uneeieds is shouting for DICK MERRIWELL and his Sriende. been a reader of your Tip Top from*away back, da. 1 k ive never noticed any J Clty cpereapondencs, oe %t * time to write. I anxiously wait each Friday for the Berke ait a Si Ge fee es ae And, last but not least, the best American author, Burt 1. F This being the fi I would like very Applause Column low, so Is un- great We sre di ted to count you among our constant readers. Best wishes for you. ; j bs 5 like to hear Barney Molloy and Hans force. old friends, Hans and Barney Molloy. =~ *
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TIP TOP BASE BALL TOURNAMENT. ff Here are the Scores for the Week: + t a Crescent A. C. (Chicopee, Mass.), 11; Brakers, 2 : 4 cent baseball team—Frodema, p.; Kennedy, c.; Levering, ist ‘ tS exon, tah f Beate $a Bes Chews. s. 8.:. Hobert, r. hi —: ‘ Pio > ; ra prs seball ieam~—Dillon Cross, Ist b.; Mellon, 2d b.; Stanley, 3d b.; 5 Nock, foes ! ene. i, Ree; Aldrich, re ‘Allan,’ mS ft. ic esce * A om 4 ia y, ti: Lever- Pai s. s.; Hobert, r. og team-—-Gould, p,; Dey, bes, p. Pe ei 8. s.; Pike, r. €; er—F, ied ‘i 3%: Bella ys , ane eee it, 8.5 “ince " Seeacent A. Loicogen, 5 by c. spuatiel edy. C.; Lever- 5. 4; Hobest. r : King. ; Elwood, GS a Rice, 1. f. Manager Nigh Rane s= ee (ear Ohio), 2; Champtio ;.Centrals (Dayton, 0) amptons, 2. Centrals Sag te team—Boesiler, p.; Sloan, c.; Gebn | Bernard, Grawtord, P.3 2; English Lehman; 2d b.: arenes he win 1. 3%. Manager—H. A, Laver: Centrals (Dayten, oe), 14; oe sr0,9 Centrals Desehal team—Boerstler Bi poan, Hittan, ist’ b.; Ber ives (capt), 2 A d.; Lydenburg. 3a Lever, Sut Beoretes. r. its wes (eat) se Anaele e.: = Waco ont. 3 ; Mokiey, ah 3 Jacobs, Pore sed 8. #.; Friend, © ee 38; 5 Cresicen at A. C sChnlodhey mashers, wTpcent C. baseball aa a + iennedy, a5 Tugvertng. Boran. Vasy Det ving OG t b.; Tardon,: 2d b.; iiton, ‘Ist by. laong, 2a ones. et Clark, ¥: artman, c. f.; Jac a *. Pate in i Gucwa. ” Crescent 7 C. (Chicopee. Mass.), 33; P. A. Ctub, 0. Sees &-C, baagtadt team—lrodema, p.; Kennedy, ‘iste ; Levering, Ost , “4st b.; Tardon, > Boran, 3d b.; Guewa, s. §.: Ne ey ad Dug ie Linens, rae Pp. iH. Club, beset team > un ¢.; Colilas 5 Wa Mere, .; Wheaton, kuti. rf: Miller, &. f: Melton, l..f.. Manager—F. Guasra. : fon, m4 8.3 Ni. Pin She oo t.j “A. Brophy, ¢. t: T. Tenfola, kt. Manager—W. Herz j pt ai; pesetvey eg eae ; oe Sia ey; Statin acters Defenders (Brainerd, I, co ers baseball apse Holpan, pe Miller, b.3_V. Bertra a + ath Memeaey | ad nF is, C, seize E MeGivern “pat uggers baseball wineneds . Lawrence, homas, Teh: Ponth, © : aa case’ Ma wi 7. i NRA ta dew 80. hed Ex “Belden Jrs. we 3 oe oy ey Wi Her- mag, 1st b.; G. Vie ay 2d. be: A. Ba bs W. Gonastes eH te pomaier: Tr, 2.; W. 3 sg ory ‘Re Harland, | ueooe urling. pew 4 rts, 2d tRoberts..0d.b.: W. Mueller, # 8.7 rc. Green. r. £ 3 a tee 3 a moan a i / Niernsee,
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TIP TOP .WEEKLY. | | 29 Far Stars (W: Dd. cj. 18; Ols i ie ete 3 (Washington, 6 ee x Fard tars baseball t Pi, olor” Oy ey Hurney, Ist 0.; F. Parker, 24 b.; ¥. inelaiyes 3d ; dack Murp 8. 3.; F. Lynch, r. f.; H. Randall, e, f.; 8, Lyneh, * "¢ Olympia 2 C. basebait team+F. Whitehead, p.; Ks Sierwat, c.; _Crowe, {st be; Gi niker, 24 b.; D. Murphy, 3d_b.; G. Leitz, s. s.; B. Porter, r. £.; M. Leitz, c, f.; B. Collier, |. f, Manager—S. Creig.. Fard o A. ‘ WB; Fard: 4 Maury ohy, . Hurney, Ist b.; F. Parker, 24 b.; Fy Sinctaire “ta urphy, s. P Res: Hammer, 3 Cc. Halmer, s. s.; O, AE r. £.;_G. Webber, ¢. £:5-M. ipistater pe Eicaios Stars baseball team——F’. eure p.; A. Sorger, c.; B. Heim, i Bifel, ° = b.: BS Huzen, 3d b.; Sohmers, s. s.; P. Quell, r. Pat oer Glaver, & 18. fan by ‘sans er—W. Faise. , routman FP. C. roeklyn, N. ¥.), 32; Re Troutman re baseball team—H. Tete a Fetes, aS 3d. Kribs, Ist bk; C. Mukert; 2d b.; T. Siegfried, $d_b.; F. Henn, 3. 8.3 L, Riether, r. t: J. Lang, c. £.;°T. Becker, t. “hed Cross Jrs. base~ ball team—H. Lehman, p.; G. Gabor, c.; P. ‘Behrens, 1st _b.; G, Send» lei. 2d b.; £. Behrens, 3d b.; W. Kahns, s. s.; F. Schlossman v% ; H. Budsky, c. f.; M. Fuehs, 1. f. Maniager—H. Lohrey. : in Tip al Benmncais. Fia.), = Giants, Jr, 4. Gol pasena team—Morgan, p.: etter (capt. rzoni Ist a. of Golding. 2d b.; Wilson, 34. b.; Kirk patties et $ i Borson 4 3 Suarez, c. f.; Wilkerson, 1. f-. Giants, baseball team—Han- nah (eapt.), -; O'Brien, ¢.; Walsh. (mgr. De “Ist b.; Snyder, 2d bj McKinan, 34 b.; Howell, 3. s.; Miller, r.of.; Bagen,-c. £.; WMalory: 1 * Henaqee Ls (ehasient Macs.), 4; F ons ariestown, Mass. ranklins, cittons Ne ee team—J. Hayes, p.; C. Doherty ye ; R. F. Nea- ge. Ist b., T. Ne ee 2d b.; H. Donnelly, 3d b.; W. Fineran, s. 8.2 Mohagle. r.. £; J. Sheeban, c. t.; J. Clemens, | f. Franiglir basebal teainB. ‘Green, p.; : W, i oe Ie a ba ag co Ist b.; . 0 amsey, Ss. .8. . Cosgrove, r. £3 w. Melloy, e. ral: J. Brennan, 3 i ¥ eae F, Neagle. ve. § ss ‘Cliftons (Charlestown, Mass.), Playtairs, Cliftens baseball! team—J. Mayes, p.: Gr Doher y, @: RF, Nea~ gle, Ist b.; T. Lynas, 2d b.; H. Donnelly, 3d. b.; Fineran. Ss. 8S W. Monagie, x. £.; J. Sheehan, & ‘ial Clemen sh f. Pia 4 rence, p.; J. ams, c.; F. Willi $ db: H O'Hare, 24 b.: F. Toland. 34 b.: R. Denehy, 5. a: 5. Stevens, r. t.; W. Higgins, c. f.: A. Meade, L i. * Manager—R. F. Beagle, Riverviews (Waltham, Mass.), 21; weg yg pe fe Riverviews baseball teanz—Roscoe MeCleave, Bis ; Roy Stubbles, -ist b.; George Reyes, 2d b.; RS proterson, i ad Bb: Soloman Fruchtm. ea s.5.; Hari McCleave, = ge Harry White, c.f. 5, EME Shields. | % Watertown baseball team-—George 4 a so ¢.; Frank Huckins, Ist. b.; Carl Greene, : is “Shicis, Sd b.: tiepry Finch, s. s,; Louis Haggarty. r. £.; Sam Jones, ¢. t.; Walter Jackson, Lf. Mana er—Loring Barlow, Chess en eee Stars a ti Wie §. : : tars baseball eam— ; * ty Gq; F Farrell, iat b.; re, 78 ie a oP Leona a aa b ir Pistons baseball te i OS Sg oi Fh age cam . Tyler, eb, c.; © . Reed, Bs: Feb. pot dee Ms e Arch d, 2a. b. . vO, 3. 6.5.5. Leonard, r, ; BOW ‘iermian, ¢ £7 ¥. Heath f. Manager—A, 8 Be nm Sls teat ae tae ein ¢: Tigwend, Heys. b; Harold F m, 3 Br : ie : c.f: W. Rillay. ra +4 Dagea mme-Fk. La ester sey ¢.; Ro Steinburs, "ya b “J a b.; Ax "tiverm o5 Se; cere: harris, e. ; Marden nt. £ » Menager : Stars (Athol, ban uN; ds, 11. ba Py ari ig a i am, 22,0 aughit mP as ote ci s.; H fold Power, i wilt e | es f: ~ariie His Ww. haw : ayo. seal Pierce. t, Ritter nt i King. ROE Bird, ist be baseb: rot te team—Otto F oe Piars anes as = ae 4
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30 Te TOP. Montford A C. (Baltimore, ua). 35; Monttors Slnggers;.¢ Montford A. C. baseball team—Gosser, p.; H. Eme (capt), C5 J. MB, ist b.; Stickler, 24 b; H. Bmith, 3a b; H. Hofmeister, s. + ae a. eed é i Hotméister, c. 3 T. Marshall bt monte ase team—Irvan, Evans an oman, p.; y Brighell, c.; J. peetord, eb o. Horney. ed ng eT ya b: Irvan and Homan, 8. s.; Homan and Evans, r. A: L. Brighell, c. , Brenel, 1. f. Manager—H Hofmeister. Montford Pee C. (Baltimore, Md.), 29; Montford Sluggers, 0. Monttford baseball team—H. Hofmeister, p.; . Emery capt. C23 ny “May, ligt b.; J. Stickler, 2d b.; H. Smith, 3d b.; Gos- or 8. %.; > Horney, § r. £.; C, Hofmeister, c. f.3 T. Marsball, A f. Montford Slu aseball team—J Leonard, Pi B. Brighell, ist en ae 24 b.; H. Leonard, 34 Xa i 34 y Brighell, 8s. 8.; Irvan, r. e: Homan, c. f.; Brenel, lL f. Manager—H. Hof- Montford A. C. (Baltimore, Md.), 14; Picked Team Montford A. C. baseball team-—-H. Fie Pi she Eme Ty Mba bi Gor }. ‘om ars is f. 'Picked baseball untry Jim," “iaotts, c.; Badder, freee “Bin, 3a O'Donnéli’ 3. 8.; Daver, r. af =< BSS 5 Hofmelster. ne Sontora ak oa ge - cotare ne’ te o. aaa rt eam— 0} me ster, H e& omer es 4 May, Ist b.; J. Stickler, 2d b.; H. Brith, aa'b: "Gon 1t iis teat res "< igi ap cd e agle, Pp. es, “1s , 8d b.; Bowen i &; Men , iv. f; Snyder, -H. Sag IES ist b.; 8. #2 £3'C. £5 ip Ge -Si3 . Man- io ter. ‘an (Brunswick, Prove’ DV. Bo Ck x paste 1 team—Snow ( te) oe ; A. Thompson (capt.), ¢.; .; Roso, 2d b.; J. Brawn es Thom ee &- Brown, c. f.; Haskell, i. £. B,C: baseball team ey “Little, 2d b.; Lit- . Little, ‘ce, t.; &% Owen, bh ot ; Speed: Tucker. o.; ; oe B, Foster, s. s.; F. Clan f. “Mana ae Evins. ? Swnitten (apt, . ie- i RX £3. Weymouth “gail es, 1. f. St. i iTy’s { team—M: ullivan, 53 ‘* ‘ : . as ) Aes HBP s 4 oS = C. baseball team— vage, D.; i Dd ita bi Ys % Boston. 2a hai a eis 1 aitttehta a team—Bryant bei les. ce Chutt, 1s Pete nee g "s.; Dugan, r. f.; Bebe f.; ea Pa). li; Ps) Su en ena: ‘ . Perit sone, 3 aha; Ae dons, J pe oa = S ormal ao eam: lary, p.; Mikrantz, “3 “ity Ais ot i Bes PR Po ‘Pa.), 6; mg are Sry Gardner, p.; bs ae a %, “aw 43 3d vig S% petra ; team— ete és; Roma Ha a Pa). § im, Te WEEKLY. Elephants beesuan team—Joe Lathan, p.; Jackie Shea, ¢.; Jakle Borsch, stb Jim Stacey, 2d b.; Frank Staley, 3d b.: John Dora- thy, 8. ; Richard Whalen. r. f.; Willie Briden, ¢. f.; Joe MeConor- ney, 1, z Manager—M, Seemore. Savin Rocks (West Haven, Conn.). 27; Kimberlys, 5. Savin Rocks baseball team—John F. Lynch, 5B Sidney Lynch, c¢.; George Stevenson, Ist b.; George Molinelli, 24 b.; Bernard Seery, $d b.: James Stevenson,’ s. s.; Ernest Stevenson, r. f.; William Lynch, c. f.; John Seery, | 1, f. Kimberlys basehall team—George mene Be Vernon Brown, 'c.; William Shannon, ist b.; Tom Lyons, 2d ddie Kimberly, 3d “bh; William Weltch, s. x Tennie Me- Honaia r. f.; James Lyons, ¢. f.; Dennis Kimberly, wa Manager— William Lynch. Savin Rocks (West Heven, Conn.}, 2; West Havens, 7. Savin Rocks baseball team—J.’ Lynch, Pe; J. Thomas,-c.; G. Lynch, ist b.; G. Molinelli, 2d _b.; BE Seery, 3d b.;. J. Stevenson, s. s.; W. "Tierney, Yr. £23 W, Lynch, & f.: J. ery 1. ft. West Havens baseball, team—J. Lindon. D-; c. Lyons, ¢.; “B. Shannon, 1st b.; 2d b.; B. uinn, 24 b.; P. Loomis, s. s.; R. McNulty, r. f.; oh Kimberiie, c.f; McDonald, 1. f. Manager—W. Lynch. Savin monlen. (West Maven, ee .), 11; Savin Rock Scrubs, 0. Savin Rocks baseball tea: . Lynch, p.;_8. Lynch, c.; George Stevenson, ist b.; oe e Mollineili, 2d wh Bernard See b.; James Stevenson, 8. Srnast Stevenson, r. f.; William Ms ic. f.; John Seery, 1. ae Savin Rock ay ‘baseball re ae Griffin, P.; ¥ a: Cho St. Lawrence, Ist b.; G. Brill, 24 b.; 2 a 3a Pagter, s. 3.; A. Pagter, r. £.; iv ‘Lawler, c, t); P. Jacobs, sey "Manager Williaan Lynch, Peerless (Hartford, Conn.), 6; Beelhops Peerless baseball team—S. Capen, p.; 0. Wilson, ¢ Pee Molumphy, lst b,; W. Courtney, 2d b.; M. Lennhoft, 3d_b.; a Egan, s. s.: A. amet r. f.; J. Carey, c. f.; R. Hennessy, 1. f. Beelhops baseball team_Stodkividge, p.; Duffy, ¢.; Phillip Ist b.; Raby 3 eae © 8d b ‘oley. s, 8.; Basset, .r. “Lovell, c. Tea ditalan anager—R- ennessy. Peerless (Hartfrd, Conn.), 12; International, 0. Peerless baseball team—8. Capen, aaa. ‘Wilson, ¢.; W. Molumphy, Ist b.; Courtney, 2d b.; Lennhoff, 3d b.; Egan, ce Wilson, r. f.; Carey, ec. f.; Hennessy, 1. f. i Fe eM basebal 1’ team—Tanner, Dis, Heer: Gi rel it b.; Dawe 24 b.; Baker, 3d b.; Griswold, s Hann n, r. £.;. Cole, c, ; Sullivan, hi % Manager—R. Hen- neaay, Hamilton F. C. (Paterson, N. J.), 10; Clippers, 6. Hamilton F. C. baseball team—R. Morsley. p.: “ Hart, c.; G, Blackburn, ist b.; J. Tilly, 2d b.; F. Grimshaw. ad b ; F. Wiley, «. 2 22°F. Loughlin, c, f.; T. Donohue, ¢. f. Clippers baseball team—J. Brown. p.; R. Van Blascom, c.; R. Wade, 1st b.; Hamilton F. =. baseball team--W. G. Had, p.; C. Hart, c.; Blackburn. Ist Be: Pa Tilly, Pi Dd; be Fe Grimshaw. a b.; F. Wiley, s. Moffit, 2d Bess J. b? S¥, eee 8. 3.3 é Oiden, r. f.; G. Tucell, c. D. Qatenel. 1 f. Manager—J. McVeigh. "peerless (Hartford, Conn. fi Wiltshires, 1. Peerless baseball team—s. oy Sra Bi i, O. Wilson, a aL Phen 99 4 Ist b.; W, Courtney, 2d b.; M. 4 Lennho: tae he a &. 8; A. Wilson, r. f.; J. Carey, ¢. f.; R. Hennessy, Wiltenires baselall team—Brown, p.; Scannel, e Bercy, ist b.; Smith, 2d b.; Martin, 34. b.; Jones, 8. as Rae ury, Y. ‘Leander, c. £; Roberts, Ls f. Manager—R. Henn oar lena’ ‘iarttord, ‘Conn. % 3 Winners, 0. iat bes WW. Courtney, 24D eta PM otninott td bey te moa 8 Witsoe: . ee c.5 ae Ist edgy zaps King. svat eam—: oH e, . . 5 3 Kenny, 8. 8; ite, r. f.; Thorn, c. f.; Harvey, 1 tf heroes Hennessy. ». i ess (Hartford, Conn.), 15; Bivouacs, Peerless Por ag hs pg Pe p.: O. Wilson, c¢. abe Ist b.; Capen, 24 b.; Lennhoff, 3d ti; Egan, s, #.; A. oy jatar See: actoltan seb Hnvomoesiy 4. Webster 31} x Be Clark: r. f.; B a PMckcenney. pe RAE S Pape, Peer pinion Conn.), 15; Faradal Peerless ge gee eae ; iy © Ere Molum Ist b.: Capen, 24 by; Lennhoff, 3d 8,-8.3 Wilson, r. y les baseball tea Ton Clark. De Moore, ¢.; : Brenna Ist ag IP b.; for iae 34 b.: aareeres. s.'8.; West, r. f.; Greenway, ¢. f.; Brock, 1. f. ge ee nessy. Hamilton F. C. (Paterson, N. J.), 7; Alerts F, ae Hamilton F, C. baseball Worsley. p.; Cc. Hare Cin Blackburn, ist b.; J. Tilley, 2d b.; F, Grimshaw, $4 bi F : #; C. Smith, 'r. f+ F c. f.; T. Donohue, |. ft. Alerts eZ team—Z, Pe aa ea bes O'Neil ay J. Kelly. ist. b.; J- 24 bei Ee Mi bi Ay sd s.; H. Thomson, r. £: A gheperd. i ivory 1 eno tid McVeigh. ee “Hamition F e. Geasicaes. 'N, J.) 18; Deiawares, 1. nlacieburn: is ball I age Chace, p.; C. burn, Ist b, 7% Tilly, 24 b.; F. w, ae ord Unf . Farrel.
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QUEST! ORNS - ANP ANSWERS_ BDOITSED a oOo PROF. FOURMEN et Professor Fourmen’s advice, through this department, to young athletes has proven so beneficial that Street & Smith have engaged the good and learned professor to continue the department so long as there are young men : aud boys in this country who are anxious to develop themselves, or ambitious to become athletes. So our young . athletes may continue to seek Professor Fourmen’s advice, which we and they know to be of the best, through this _calae ‘““Tf there is anything you want to know about yourself write Professor Fourmen.”’ rmen.—I am very sickly and when Im sick I’m sick all pl ae ae geen “ *ybadacne and cramps. almost all kinds of medicine. Sine know I need some kind pe ai aot you please tell me which I need? I am twelve years ion is twenty-eight Inches and my sigmiach chief parts are: z om my ch expans j a I expect a ‘ ly in the next Tip Top ‘Weekly. ‘ou pen right? a systematic course of t stimtner as ney yy as you can. ¥ baseball, take a bath and a rubdown. every he raat train follow nt are as set down in Rp a hysical ulture Department. Dg not yorry,. you wilt come round all aon i EN hteen ye ears old. My heigh cane ; one-half fac hes = ee ee is pw hundred i * oon t t rij i i kr as Tistent& “2 running every morning. a 7 Bourn. —The following ‘gare fm Me an aes taken by a the | director of ,the Milwaukee Y. M Agé, fourteen Rite (\: Sea ren aponths’ We ox 108.5 ind hele gud 5 feet 4 Inches; on t me hias: on id fight. & per arm up, fate upper. mo rb ine “hehe ft calf, 12.6 1 s pen up four th , by oa wtinent that you have attempted to do*too much at on nd make yourself much more Chobe, pass | ie COURS OF years, sooner If you are carefu ine t sometht to give fe posing ae (Tn wf In ‘st m’t eat indigestibie "Winas: wos 2., The dumbbells, are. too i Pour i nts ate fair, 2% As for the ae 5.4 your sie, ; Sot Aa a contestants arene? coupon filed filled Bde Gees Wace SEs id suggest as the exer ps5 Bian ‘wtih will ae you en Stat am oe years get a good out curve. I have a nice high tn and a beautifal in Grep as ever. went oyer the slab. I haye pitched ever since I was twelve years old and I 7% now eighteen. TI never Jost but rea games in my life and 1 have pitched against men, too. I have Struck out as Part ite sixteen men in one game. I would like to become a base pitcher very much: I am going to try to get a team together and enter the Tip Top League. I can run a hundred paras in twelve secents es sein tng, and I think, 1 can get it down to about’ ten and three th a month's training. 1 ox every night and I jump aaa “rr I remain, Foes you read my arti: “Curved hing, nd Foe rw D im ublised cP Your thansune is are very good. fe win he wok the necks owek thighs and abdomen. | positions on trapeze as awe likely to ena ur head trouble lies righ Bae y fo yong eas. Seiki Tie Neatise, or ated, ‘3 Prof. Fourmen--I am a tr lke to have you answer the fo lowing: of bay Tip bn ty aia ld in our or A nt to the Oh, Tr We there ADout two wack, Bhd wheniy set turned I went to oS Siar Dot acaien Wat t the first time I ¢ to at it made mo yell. Since that tisk TE have hardly Dead opie to across it sh ould tell Gi Tate Beta? pT hae Your trouble i the the carly part of the se: Bch iF your arm tn : oe cold in your Bisa aoe: not detente aa any ea ee Seeeee
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90D SOO 2BOD O86 S4O4D SOE OLFESEHOC GIO rybody Play Ball! IF YOU HAVE NOT ENTERED THE Tip Top Base Ball Tournament DO SO AT ONCE! Look over the Prizes announced on the Back Cover and embrace your opportunity to make a record in the National Game. The Tournament will be conducted in Four Divisions, to be known as Leagues, namely, the EASTERN, WESTERN, NORTHERN and SOUTH- BRN LEAGUES. The Winning Team in each League will receive one of the Four Valuable Prizes, each of which will consist of a complete base ball outfit for an entire team. The team which at the end of the season has the highest average, that is to say, the/team which has played the greatest number of gamés, scored the most runs and has been least scored against by opponents will be declared the LEAGUE WINNER of its respec- tive League. That team of the Four League Winners which has the hightest average will be detlared the TiP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM OF THE ALL-AMERICAN BASE BALL TOURNAMENT, and will receive in ad- dition to the regular First Prize, a large white pennant bearing the above device, Tip ‘Top will publish scores of all games piayed by league teams during the season, WRITE FOR OUR BASE BALL POSTERS TO ADVERTISE YOUR GAME, FREE TO ALL TIP TOP BASE BALL TOURNAMENT COUPON State... Opponent’s Name-——_____ enn cpa POSITION TIMELY HINTS TO TIP TOP ATHLETES. We here refer you one and all to the most valuable instructions and suggestions in the art of Physical Training ever published. Hundreds of Tip Top readers are asking questions every week on just these suljecis. At present our columns are too crowded to admit of any articles by Prof. Fourmen, but any Tip Top reader may consult his valuable opinions on ali leading athletic topics by referring to the catalogue below. Published in Tip Top ~ General Advice to Young Athletes + No. 265 Curved Pitching and How to Do it . No. 266 In-Door Training . > ‘ - No. 267 Accuracy and Strategy in Pitching - No. 268 Training Table for Young Athletes - No. 269 . Scientific Batting ‘ ; * ° No. 270 Wrestling . : - ‘No. 27% How to Use Indian Clubs —Part First No. 272 How to Use Indian Clubs—-Part Second No. 273 Swimming as an Athietic Sport F No. 274 Boxing—Part First . . : - No. 275 Boxing—Part Second F F . No. 276 Gymnastics ( Horizontal Bar) F + No. 277 Gymnastics (Flying Rings ) . ° No. 278 Hand Bail. ° ° . ° - No, 279 Hand Ball . . . + . No. 280 Bag Punching . : ° - No. 28! Various Blows in Bag Reached . No. 282 NAMES OF TEAM
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PRIZE PHOTOGRAPH NO. 15 If you wanta FINE and COMPLETE PHOTOGRAPHIC get a good clear picture of any of the following subjects: BROTHER ACT” TIP TOP PRIZE GALLERY Notice to Tip Top Athletes and Photographers A Full Photographic Outfit GIVEN AS A PRIZE For THE BEST AMATEUR TiP TOP PHOTOGRAPH OF ANY ATHLETIC EVENT OR ATH- LETIC: TEAM. COME ON, BOYS! GET YOUR CAMERAS AT WORK OUTFIT, here is your chance. All you have to do is to 1. A Baseball Game 7. A Shot Put 2. A Basketball Game 8. A Hammer Throw ' 3. A High Jump 9. An Athletic Team 4. A Hurdle Race 10. An Athlete 5. A Pole Vault fi. A Bicycle Race 6. A Swimming Match ALSO SEND A DESCRIPTION OF WHAT THE PICTURE REPRESENTS Prize Photograph No. {5 was entered by F. R, Archeburd, of Akron, O. He describes it as the nervey feat of a youngster 10 years old acting as top mounter in a daring “Seven Brother Act.” The boys all go to the New Lynn Institute, South New Lynn. Ohio, It is one of the most prominent institutes in that section of the country. OUR ARTIST WILL ACT AS JUDGE IN THE CONTEST THE BEST PHOTOGRAPH WINS THE PRIZE ***=>+ 12. A Wrestling Match
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| Have You Entered the TIP TOP BASE BALL TOURNAMENT GET YOUR COUPONS AT ONCE. Look these pictures over. They will give you an idea of what the prizes are to be. FOUR WINNING TEAMS FULLY EQUIPPED Each Player on the Winning Teams will be Awarded the Following: J Pair Base Ball Trousers 1 Pair Base Ball Stockings J Pair Base Ball Shoes 1 Base Ball Shirt Cf Ail America ? : $ || 2 Sees | Get into the Game. | : Don’t fail to send | J in your Coupons . at once. 232—ARTICLE S—23 2 GIVEN AWAY AS PRIZES =