Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck; Or, Working to Clear His Name

Tom?" asked Mr. Fairfield, when his son had somewhat

s that I met a fellow from there to-day." And Tom told of hi

on-Bennington. I've heard that name before. Oh, I know; Mr. Bennington is a millionaire manufacturer

to Elmwood, and maybe I'll get chummy with Bruce Bennington, though

p him," said Mrs. Fairfield. "And oh

son. "Everyone has to be hazed. I won't mind. Bu

as we can, Tom. We're to go to San Francisco by train, and take a steamer there. I'll write at once, and make arrangemen

rs and Mrs. Fairfield, not without some misgivings as to what might happen to Tom at boarding

heritance, and, though the journey meant some trouble for him, in that it would complicate his business affairs at home, he decided t

, fond of all out-doors sports, and about

ensively with his father and mother, and knew considerable of the

the Academy there, and was one of the best football and baseball players. He always had a liking for the water, and since getting his motorboat, had been on Pine

em bully him, but they did not worry him, for any lad of spirit is a

g, and looked at the pictures of the various buildings. "That'll be great! I wish I knew some of the fellows w

shman class, and noted that there was no

can do it

usy days in the F

lmwood. This was done by correspondence and, about a week after Tom had heard the news, he went to the school to take the entrance examinations. He met a f

m. was a bit stiff, and so were the maths. Mayb

d no difficulty in answering the entrance questions. Then he went back home, to receive,

formal announcement. "That's gre

icular chums. But, on visiting their houses, he wa

I know the fishing hole. I'

eached a point where he could look down t

d. "It's gone! Some one

good view of the river he saw his b

d. "Dent Wilcox has taken my boat

s not running under her own powe

Tom cried. "What did you take my boat for? W

p from what was evidently a con

Tom. "Start the engine, o

ed back Dent. "

red Tom. "Turn th

even from shore Tom could see that the lad was not exe

it!" cried Tom. "You'll ne

ted Dent, leaning back against the gunwale, and looking a

ng? You'll be on the rocks in five minutes more! Can't you e

are," came the answer o

o. Now you

t him, and nothing resulted. The boat was in the grip of the

"Say!" he cried desperately, "can't you get t

s no gasolene,"

is, the ta

tteries have

e out my boat when you don't know how to run her!

e?" suggested Dent, as he loo

d Tom. "But I'll have to, I gu

aft, jumped in, and was soon pullin