“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 ...

Honk, h-o-n-k! “Look out there! Jump—jump!” High above these sounds there broke a startled yell. Owen Clancy, who was tramping along ...