Frank Merriwell's Races   By: Burt L. Standish (1866-1945)

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FRANK MERRIWELL'S RACES

by

BURT L. STANDISH

Author of "Frank Merriwell's Schooldays," "Frank Merriwell's Trip West," "Frank Merriwell's Chums," "Frank Merriwell's Foes," etc.

Philadelphia David McKay, Publisher 604 8 South Washington Square

Copyright, 1903 By Street & Smith

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I. HORSE TALK. CHAPTER II. AN ADVENTURE ON THE ROAD. CHAPTER III. TEACHING A RASCAL A LESSON. CHAPTER IV. BIRDS OF A FEATHER. CHAPTER V. WHAT A HAIR CAN DO. CHAPTER VI. PRINCE AND THE EAVESDROPPER. CHAPTER VII. THE PLOT. CHAPTER VIII. TAKING CHANCES. CHAPTER IX. A STRONG ACCUSATION. CHAPTER X. A FIGHT AGAINST ODDS. CHAPTER XI. A MATTER OF SPECULATION. CHAPTER XII. THE CHALLENGE. CHAPTER XIII. THE WRESTLING MATCH. CHAPTER XIV. PLOTTING FUN. CHAPTER XV. THORNTON'S "MASH." CHAPTER XVI. ANOTHER CHALLENGE. CHAPTER XVII. PURE GRIT. CHAPTER XVIII. AFTER THE BOAT RACE. CHAPTER XIX. THE YALE SPIRIT. CHAPTER XX. SPURNING A BRIBE. CHAPTER XXI. ON THE SPECIAL TRAIN. CHAPTER XXII. THE FIGHT ON THE TRAIN. CHAPTER XXIII. SEEN AGAIN. CHAPTER XXIV. TWO WARNINGS. CHAPTER XXV. THE THEATRE PARTY. CHAPTER XXVI. TRAPPED. CHAPTER XXVII. AN EMISSARY FROM THE WEST. CHAPTER XXVIII. FRIENDS OR FOES. CHAPTER XXIX. TALK OF A TOUR. CHAPTER XXX. A HOT RUN. CHAPTER XXXI. AN INCENTIVE TO WIN. CHAPTER XXXII. THE RUN TO THE STATION. CHAPTER XXXIII. ENEMIES AT WORK. CHAPTER XXXIV. BASEBALL. CHAPTER XXXV. KIDNAPED. CHAPTER XXXVI. THE TOURNAMENT. CHAPTER XXXVII. TO VICTORY CONCLUSION.

FRANK MERRIWELL'S RACES

CHAPTER I.

HORSE TALK.

"He's a beauty!"

Jack Diamond uttered the exclamation. He was admiring a horse Frank Merriwell had lately purchased.

"He is," agreed Danny Griswold, with his hands thrust deep into his trousers pockets and his short legs set far apart. "But think of paying a thousand dollars!"

"He looks like a racer," declared Bruce Browning, who showed unusual interest and animation for a fellow who was known as the laziest man at Yale.

"He's got the marks of a swift one," asserted Diamond, walking around the bay gelding, which Frank Merriwell had led out into the middle of the stable floor for inspection. "He is rangey, has clean limbs, and a courageous eye. I shouldn't wonder if he could cover ground in a hurry."

"I did not buy him for a racer," asserted Frank. "I purchased him as a saddle horse purely for my own use and pleasure."

"You must have money to burn," chirped Griswold. "Your old man must have made loads of it. I had an uncle four times removed once who made money, but he got arrested when he tried to pass it."

"That reminds me of my father and his partner," said Browning, with apparent seriousness. "They formed a strange sort of a partnership. One of them stayed in New York all the time, while the other remained in California. In this manner they managed always to have plenty of money between them."

"Oh, goodness!" gasped Diamond, "if you fellows keep this up, I shall want to get away."

"If you want to get a weigh, we'll try to find some scales for you," chuckled Griswold, his eyes twinkling.

"They say Dan Dorman's father has plenty of money," said Frank.

"I've heard so," admitted Browning. "But Dorman is too mean to make much of a drain on the old man's pile."

"That's right," nodded Griswold. "Why, he is so mean that in the winter, when his hair gets long, he wets it thoroughly, and then goes out in the open air and lets it freeze."

"What does he do that for?"

"So he can break it off and save the price of a hair cut!"

"Say," cried Diamond, desperately, "I thought you fellows were talking about a horse!"