Jim Phillips, industriously making himself a master of certain abstruse problems in mathematics, excited the derision of big Bill Brady, ...

Chip! chip! All day long that same monotonous sound, chip, chip—chip, chip, had echoed through Solomon Bertram’s workroom. He called ...

“Das vas Pelvast,” said Hans. “Yes,” nodded Frank, who was at the wheel of the White Wings, “that is Belfast, ‘the home of fair women, ...

The comfortable sitting room in Durfee Hall, occupied by Dick Merriwell and his Texas chum, Brad Buckhart, was filled to overflowing. ...

At the beginning of the sixth inning, Sam Kates went into the box against the Tufts freshmen. The score then stood seven to one, in ...

It was the seventh inning, Frank Merriwell’s team had not scored, while the Omaha Stars, who had been putting up a hard game against the ...

“Jack Diamond—am I dreaming?” Frank Merriwell uttered the exclamation. He was in front of the Hoffman House, in New York. Three young ...

In one of the residence streets of Gold Hill, Arizona, stood—and no doubt still stands at this moment—a rather pretentious, two-story ...

In more ways than one Dick Merriwell had become the wonder of the Fardale Military School. His astonishing work in the football game ...

“I would give ten thousand dollars to know Frank Merriwell’s secret,” declared Wallace Grafter, sitting in a comfortable “Old Hickory” ...

When the Fardale Military Academy arranged to play a baseball game with the Great Northern A. A. it was generally believed that the ...

In the sweet and balmy springtime, the sedate senior’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of frivolity. All through the weary winter ...

Choo! choo! choo! The sound came from the exhaust pipe of the little steamer. “Chew! chew chew!” grunted Bruce Browning, lazily ...

Fairhaven had fought desperately for the game at Seaslope, and three extra innings had been necessary to decide the contest, but the ...

“Sufferin’ whirligigs, Pard Matt! Look at that bubble wagon! Is it trying to turn a handspring, or ‘skin the cat,’ or climb that ...

“For its size, pard, I reckon this is about the biggest town on the map. We’ve been here five days, and the traffic squad has been busy ...

Craft and greed showed in the eyes of the hatchet-faced Chinaman. He seemed to have been in deep slumber in the car seat, but the ...

"It's three long and weary hours, pard before the boat for New York ties up at the landing. You don't want to cool your heels in the ...

"Sufferin' treadmills! Say, pard, here's where I drop down in the shade and catch my breath. How much farther have we got to go?" "Not ...

"Hello, dere, Viskers!" grinned Carl Pretzel, reaching up to grab the hairy paw of the Zulu chief. "Howdy, Dutch!" answered the chief, ...