For the Honor of Randall

for a certain style of stories

even redskins

tain modifications, and tell my new readers something about Randall College, and the lads whom I propose to make my heroes. It is, perhaps, rather an inopportune time to do it

toward the dangerous hollow, and when Tom and the others are preparing to execute a risky man?uvre

came to Randall College with a big ambition as regards baseball, and how he made good in the box against long odds. In the second book, "A Quarter-back's Pluck," I told how Phil Clinton won the big ch

lls how Tom and his chums saved the college from disaster in a peculiar way, and how Frank ca

erable importance, emptying into Tonoka Lake. This lake gave the name to the athletic league-the league made up of Randall, Boxer Hall, F

at Randall, Dr. Emerson Tines, called "Pitchfork," was t

om I have already named, I have already told you of some, though I might mention Sam or "Snail" Looper, much given to night prowling, Peter or

ies. Fred Langridge and his crony Garvey Gerhart, had made trouble for Tom and

d) this necessary explanation,

he bell, was seated not far from the brake-tender. "Cl

Sid, as he looked ahead at the big bo

manded Phil. "He's steer

f terror from some of the gi

try it!" begged th

ested in a tense voice. "I've

o jump off!"

Californian, and there was that

dall sled, came a chorus of shrill screams. There was a movement, plainly s

"Jam on your brakes there, Burton!" he

and Phil gritted his teeth as he thought of his sister-an

he cord that sent a chisel-like piece of steel down into the snow-cover

almost at hand. All the other coasters on the hill, save a few that were nea

om, as he saw their bob coming nearer and nearer

ent he would have sent the scraping steel bac

't touch that brake, Tom! I

going to do?"

ead them away f

an't d

ted Frank grimly. "Ea

ght! Sh

in great fear. The very danger seemed to make them dumb, and they

had decided, if possible, to draw up alongside the foremost bob, between it and the dangerous turn, which Burton did not

o prevent the big, new bob from shooting toward t

right!" yelled Frank to Burton

e answer. "My steer

hil. "There isn't room between that bob

st sit still! I'

the voice of the Big Californian, a

h Burton was headed. He was unable to do anything toward guiding his sled, and the brake, though jammed on full, only served p

he other. It was on his right, while on his left, dipping down with dizzying

ew bob. At the same time he twisted his steering wheel to the right, so as to

rus of frightened gasps from the girls, and sharp breathing by the boys. Then the weight, and true steering qualities, of the Randall bob told. Slowly but surely she forced the other a

MATTERS HUNG

oft bank of snow, and, aside from

different story to tell," mused Tom, as he and his companions

e that for?" asked Phil of Burton, whe

e to coast into the hol

in-with my sister ab

f we'd known he was going to do tha

h a laugh. "I can soon fix that steeri

ss Harrison. "I think we ha

invited Tom eagerly

of mischief in her eyes. "We're no

damaged bob, the girls went with Tom and his chums. They had several glori

d the girls to try a ride, but they would not, a

, going back to Fairview in the horse

bbed together and got that, and invited the boys. B

the college girls and boys wended their way f

ed his sister, as she and the others

rowd?" asked her b

ody!" added

" answered

have an exam. the next day. Make it F

" shou

his chum's ready acceptance. There was a laugh, and then the four insepar

g, Frank, old man," complimented Tom,

ed Phil. "I never th

here'd have been a bad time, if that

wonder how he came to get

Tom. "How many do

nts fell to discussing the matter, speculating as to

later, as the four entered the room they shared in

ed alarm timepiece, and be

il indignantly, as he snatched the clo

ying to m

ime of one. Handle it gently, you vandal!" and he rocked the clock easi

om-and the other had come to the boys in a peculiar manner. Both were old and worn, but the personification of comfort-so much s

shared the dilapidated sofa between them.

, soon," remarked Phil, as he tenderly felt of t

Sid. "Don't you dare suggest a

r coasting, the boys began looking for their books, to do a last

Phil, searching among a litter of papers

utch Housenlager the other day when he s

ing glove. "Hello, Tom, here's a letter for you! Special delivery, too! Must h

Tom, who caught it, and

t. Then a change came over his face-a chang

asked Sid softly. "No

bad news," rep