Frank Merriwell, Junior's, Golden Trail; Or, The Fugitive Professor

don't get this out of my system I'm going to ex

lancy unfeelingly. "Can't you

m was a corker

Wait till the work out there is wound up and the

the night before. It seemed to have occurred to suddenly, for the forenoon and part of the afternoon had slipped away without any attempt on Ballard's part to

ernately scrutinizing players and hastily jotting down notes with a pencil. Clancy was not making any memoranda, but snappy work on th

ice game was between the regular Ophir Athletic Club eleven and

e sting of those defeats had made Ophir pessimistic and their eleven a joke. Another Thanksgiving Day was less than two months ahead, and the Ophir fellows wer

ising exhibition had gone to pieces on a reef of horseplay. Spink and Handy, for the club, had waited upon Merry and tendered apologies, and a second game had been arranged.

nervous full back waited to receive that opening kick, while his teammates rushed at him to form their flying screen of interfer

lay on his knee. "That's Leversee," he r

of greased lightning, Chip," commented t

was like a stone wall. It was the second down and four yards to gain. The regular interferers dashed to get around one e

iled into the scrub field, which proved that the back's feet were no

Frank, and scrawle

lars and scrubs had to punt and punt again. Fake plays were riddled by swift and sagacious end rushes, for one side or the other, hurling attacks against the cent

he last minute of the play. The whistle separa

iwell and Clancy, however, were in close and earnest conversation regard

d Clancy, "it ought not to be much of a trick to se

t one. I don't know what we can do. The Ophirites are liable to hit, their

, Chip. Once

to happen again," Frank answered,

ble performance. Merriwell was more than pleased. When Spink and Handy, dusty and breathless, halted on their

e that ought to do things to

ng our scalps for the third time," said Spin

laughed Frank. "Too much confidence is worse than not en

" broke in Handy. "Wasn't your

wn crossed F

, clean bringing-up. Ever since I've been old enough to waddle, he has made me stand on my own feet. If you fellows are bound that

e behind Spink and Handy, gave a delighted cheer. Frank, putting away h

red dignity, "I wonder if you fellows ca

you, Pink?" i

n boiling over to tell us about it ever since this practice game started. Why don't you get a

ou can do about as much figuring

remember, since we reached this grand stand, that I've had it three nights in success

?" He straightened up, looked grave, and went on to Ballard; "Dreams, William, are the result of tantrums in the tummy. You load up a suffering organ

jump for Clancy. Merry, however,

said Frank. "Call off the dog, Clan;" and he smothered h

y, in a stilted voice. "Take your ha

th a laugh, and Clanc

eaded chap, "and now that the prof isn't aro

e who has taken a fooli

of anxiety sifting into his tones. "It's four days now, since he suddenly made up his mind to go over Go

l looked

deserted, mining camp, and helped him file a location on that mining claim, we're respo

an idea that you had gone over to Gold Hill to see the prof. Mr. Bradlaugh called up the

Mr. Bradlaugh to try and get the prof on the phone, and to ask him when he intended coming back to Ophir. Until I hear from dad, in answer to that letter I sent the night I was taken out to the Bar Z Ranch, I won'

e history of the Neanderthal man from A to Izizard, but I'll guarantee to sell him a gold brick in five minutes. As f

t the professor,"

d at that and gave the

dream, of course, but the fact that the professor figured in

ruins that used to be Happenchance, the played-out mining camp. From that claim of the professor's stretched a row of nuggets, clear from the Pic

lancy. "Go on, Pi

"were arranged like stepping-stones-one here, another

" laughed Clancy. "Tha

four nuggets behind him, running after him as fast as they could go, were several hard-looking citizens. That's about all. For three times, now, I've seen the prof chase

bhouse door, across the athletic field from the grand s

d Frank, getting

ts you on the phon

of him and sprinted for the clubhouse. Ballard

way across the field, "was a 'happenchance'-like the

plain that he had his own ide

just coming away from the telephone. His face was c

g, Chip?" in

answer. "He left the Bristow Hotel thre