Bobby Blake on the School Nine; Or, The Champions of the Monatook Lake League
Author: Frank A. Warner Genre: Young AdultBobby Blake on the School Nine; Or, The Champions of the Monatook Lake League
sank down
ted. "Now tell me
d how they had been held up
ld hardly res
" he ejaculated. "To think of those scoundrels robbing you of everything y
at drawing and quartering involved
at the officers will be after them as soon as you tell your story and they'll be planning to clear out. They may have started alread
train will be along in a few minutes. I'll get your tickets
r money and I'm expecting it
ome in time for you to catch the train. I'll look after the telegr
ht with you," said Fred who, like Bobby him
assented Mr. Stone. "
uth it was evident that if the boys' fathers waited
the agent's office and bought fou
anded them to Bobby. "And here's some money to get on with until you he
hem in his pocket. "I don't know how to thank you enough. I'll ke
at that I still owe you a lot. Now you boys go right ahead and forget all your troubles. I
every minute is precious now if we want to have any chance to nab those villains who
at included them all, and went out of the door. Through the window they coul
one, looked gleef
ed Fred, as he threw
s are over now,"
ck?" demanded B
as talking about last Sunday," remarked Mouser. "He said it would
read," gloated Pe
," mocked Fred. "There's nobody knows
ull of misery. They had found that their cloud had a silver lining. I
he station and take the direction that led toward the cabin in the woods. There were three determ
ied Fred joyfully. "Gee whiz, To
" assented T
they catch the thiev
ried Bobby. "I sure am cr
y scar
sleeve b
y seal
ighs intently until they
l do to the thieves if they
notions of legal procedure were woe
d Pee Wee. "But I'll bet they
tone said they ought to be," said Fred hopefully.
bby, "but I guess it means
I care," rejoined Fred vindictively. "Esp
Pee Wee mischievously. "He on
s rather sensitive on the subject. "You wouldn't like to
t out your scrappi
ail and Fred's hair is as black as ink," s
d, the rumpled feathers were smoo
stle of the train was
comes!" cr
m hasn't come yet," mur
m made him slow in getting up
lways ready to shunt his responsibilities to the shoul
relief. Their troubles were over. They had been under a strain that would
back to school," remarked Fred. "But I'm
for Ro
ted it wi