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Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XX. A GLORIOUS FINISH-CONCLUSION
Published on 2011-09-23 08:37:29
The fact that Allandale and Scranton were tied, and that there must be played a deciding game, brought out a clause in the League contract providing for just such a possibility. It would be manifestly unfair to play this game on either grounds, even when tossing a penny for choice; because luck should not enter into such a championship any more than was absolutely necessary. So this last game was to take place on the Belleville grounds, which were adequately supplied with grandstand and bleacher [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XIX. SCRANTON HIGH EVENS MATTERS UP
Published on 2011-09-23 08:36:26
The match with Belleville proved a walkover for Scranton, much to the delight of all the local rooters, and the utter humiliation of the boys from the neighboring town. Tyree was at his very best, which meant that few among the Belleville batsmen could touch his slants and drops and speedy balls. They fought gamely to the very last, as all sturdy players of the National game should, hoping for a turn in the tide; but in the end found themselves snowed under by a score of eleven to two. Those ru [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XVIII. WHEN THE WIZARD WAVED HIS WAND
Published on 2011-09-23 08:35:26
“Don't forget for a minute,” cautioned Hugh, as they started on their way toward the humble cottage home of Matilda and her husband, “that Brother Lu asked us to act quite natural when we came along.” “I'm on,” responded Thad, though it was only with the greatest difficulty that he seemed able to repress the glow in his eyes that told of secret joy. “He means by that, you are to ask Matilda whether she's ready for another batch of sewing stuff that both of our mothers have ready, [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XVII. THE WONDERFUL NEWS
Published on 2011-09-23 08:34:23
“I reckon sure my cake is dough now, since you've tumbled to my game, Hugh,” the late tramp was saying, presently; “and there's nothing left for me to do but take you into camp, and give you the whole story from beginning to end.” “I'd be glad to have you do that, Mr. Corbley,” Hugh hastened to tell him. “Then let's walk back a bit. I believe we can find a nice convenient log close to the road, where we'll take things easy while I spin my little yarn. To tell you the truth, Hugh [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XVI. AN ADVENTURE ON THE ROAD
Published on 2011-09-23 08:33:31
On Saturday morning Hugh had an errand that took him out of town. Once again it was to the farm where his mother secured that lovely sweet butter, without which the hot biscuits would never taste quite so fine. And as her customary supply had not turned up, with Sunday just ahead, nothing would do but that Hugh must take a little run out on his wheel, and fetch several pounds home with him. It was about half-past eight when he threw himself in the saddle and started. A more charming summer morn [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XV. THE PUZZLE IS FAR FROM BEING SOLVED
Published on 2011-09-23 08:32:35
When, a little later on, the two chums came away from the Hosmer home, Thad seemed unusually quiet, for him. Hugh, noticing this, and wishing to ascertain whether the other had begun to get on the track of the truth, presently remarked: “What makes you so glum, Thad? Coming over you rattled away like a blue streak, and now you haven't so much as said ten words since we started back home?” “Well, to tell you the truth,” admitted Thad, shaking his head after the manner of one who is sadl [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XIV. FARMER BERNARD COLLECTS HIS BILL
Published on 2011-09-23 08:31:43
“Come and go along with me, Hugh,” Thad Stevens was saying, some days after the defeat suffered by Scranton High at the hands of the Champs, as he bounced into his chum's den about four in the afternoon. “Where to?” demanded the other, looking up with a smile; and then noting the eager expression on Thad's face he hurriedly added: “But I guess I can get pretty close to the mark without your telling me. You're meaning to continue your campaign against our friend, Brother Lu—-how abou [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XIII. HUGH TRIES HIS “FADE-AWAY” BALL
Published on 2011-09-23 08:30:51
“Are you game, Frazer, for a desperate fight?” asked Hugh, smiling in a way he hoped would inspire the other with confidence. Frazer was a bit white, but he had his jaws set, and there was a promising flash in his eyes that Hugh liked to see. His Scotch blood was aroused, and he would do his level best to hold the Allandale last-year champions down to few hits. That humiliation which Frazer had suffered in asking to be taken out of the box on the preceding Saturday had burned in his soul eve [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XII. SCRANTON FANS HAVE A PAINFUL SHOCK
Published on 2011-09-23 08:29:51
The nine from Mechanicsburg showed up that afternoon on time. They were a husky-looking lot of young chaps, accustomed to hard toil in the mills, and with muscles that far outclassed the high-school boys. But, as every one knows, it requires something more than mere brawn to win baseball games; often a club that seems to be weak develops an astonishing amount of skill with bat and ball, and easily walks off with the victory. Mechanicsburg was “out for blood” from the very start. They depend [..]
Donald Ferguson > The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant > CHAPTER XI. SOMETHING GOES WRONG
Published on 2011-09-23 08:28:54
It was in this confident mood that they made their start. Philip had the copy of the Courier, which Jim had deftly folded so that the headlines of his startling article would be seen immediately any one picked the paper up. He was also instructed to simply say that the management of the weekly, wishing to give more citizens of Scranton an opportunity to get acquainted with the feast of good things served up every Saturday, was sending out a supply of sample copies, and that a subscription would [..]