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“Now, boys, I owe you a word of explanation.” Frank Merriwell, senior, faced the victorious Clippings, who were lined up around Mrs. McQuade’s extended dinner table. “I want you to know why I did this....

“Too bad about Ted Crockett,” said Garding, pulling on the weights. “For Fardale, you mean,” returned Lee Chester. “Fine for Ted.” “Uh-huh,” Hunt Garding paused with a sigh. “Going around the world with...

Carsonville was emptying itself. Every person in town, young and old, was a baseball enthusiast. The grand stand and bleachers of the club grounds were invariably crowded every Saturday. But on this...

On Friday morning, the day before the game, Colonel Carson was standing in the lobby of the Carsonville Bank. He appeared extremely discontented. “Not a one,” he said disgustedly. “Everybody in town...