Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck

did not raise his hand. There came a grim tightening of his lips, and into his

am. "I-I didn't know it was you.

one else you'd have ridden rig

a bit too fast. I didn't see you-or-rath

nt; the whole road? We were on the proper side for

a new one, and the steering gear is a bit stiff. I

more who had been riding on the front seat with

ly. "I would have, if I'd kno

ou hurt-much?"

began to brush the dust from his clothes, a

er of the car. "I wouldn't have

ck' you played on my frien

'm as sorry as can be over this. Will you-will you s

aid Tom sharply

of tense silence, a

you won't-that's all

in some of his cronies,

dent, anyhow,"

tly. "You are lucky it was no worse, Helle

quoted someone. "Better give hi

realized how popular Tom was, and he knew how thin was the i

s teeth, and it was an effort to ad

se-an embarrassed sile

ght as well

can't do any good her

od-nights in which Sam and his crony did not joi

d Bruce, with his arm aro

a bit stiff,

ult. You may be lame fo

back. It wasn't your fault at all. It was that Helle

ke a row over it; are y

o back on wh

r getting back at him. I almost

careless of him. But we might as well be

e bade him good-night and passed on to his own dormitory, while Tom silently made his way to the room

used our hero as he entered. "Well, we'll pass the

emanded Bert, who was

" inquired Jack. "Why,

's auto, and I got the worst of it," an

him for this. I almost wish you ha

Sam than making a class matter of it. Let's forget all about

es to the spot," and Tom was soon bathing his injured hip, and telling the story of Bruce's "exper

f sports and the rumors of sports. There were also whispers of hazings to come, and the luck

Jack one afternoon as he rushed into

that sneak Heller left? If he

starts to-morrow on the gridiron. Hurray! Let's get o

trunks were pulled the jackets and t

l right," an

declared Jack, as he viewed his trousers.

ted Bert. "That's what

a busy sessio

s from whom the leading school team would be picked. There were at least a dozen lads for ev

m?" asked Bert, as he delivered a

acks-left hal

e captain came into sight, surrounded by

the coach," added To

l go in fo

lads strolled from under the grandstand where some of the d

said Bert in a low voice. "The

ere Sam wants to

swered h

crub game. Hecker, Miller, Jones, Reilley, you'll be on the scrub

of 'em. Tom Fairfield, you'll be left half, I guess. Bert, get in at gu

gh it was all settled-that is all but naming h

id the coach, and the lat

romise to always play you there in matches. Now then line up. Tom will ta

enemies were thus brought into the limelight. As for Tom, he felt a sinking at his heart, for he re

to himself. "I'll play a straight game, and if Heller w