Left End Edwards   By: Ralph Henry Barbour (1870-1944)

[Illustration: The "Forward Pass"]

LEFT END EDWARDS

BY

RALPH HENRY BARBOUR

AUTHOR OF

THE HALF BACK, ETC.

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

CHARLES M. RELYEA

[Illustration]

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

Made in the United States of America

COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I FATHERS AND SONS 3

II OFF TO SCHOOL 13

III STOP THIEF! 24

IV OUT FOR BRIMFIELD! 40

V NUMBER 12 BILLINGS 51

VI CLUES! 62

VII THE CONFIDENCE MAN 73

VIII IN THE RUBBING ROOK 86

IX BACK IN TOGS 98

X "CHEAP FOR CASH" 112

XI "HOLD 'EM, THIRD!" 125

XII CANTERBURY ROMPS ON AND OFF 142

XIII SAWYER VOWS VENGEANCE 157

XIV A LESSON IN TACKLING 170

XV STEVE WINNOWS SOME CHAFF 182

XVI MR. DALEY IS OUT 202

XVII THE BLUE BOOK 212

XVIII B PLUS AND D MINUS 225

XIX THE SECOND PUTS IT OVER 235

XX BLOWS ARE STRUCK 251

XXI FRIENDS FALL OUT 267

XXII STEVE GETS A SURPRISE 285

XXIII DURKIN SHEDS LIGHT 297

XXIV THE DAY BEFORE THE BATTLE 309

XXV TOM TO THE RESCUE 323

XXVI AT THE END OF THE FIRST HALF 334

XXVII STEVE SMILES 346

XXVIII THE CHUMS READ A TELEGRAM 360

ILLUSTRATIONS

The "Forward Pass" Frontispiece

FACING PAGE

Steve slipped on the tiling and fell sidewise into the water (page 166) 80

"Lift!" instructed the quarter back. "Lift me up and yank my feet out from under me! Use your weight and throw me back!" 178

It was Steve, Steve on his back, with only his head and shoulders above the water 324

LEFT END EDWARDS

CHAPTER I

FATHERS AND SONS

"Dad, what does 'Mens sana in corpore sano' mean?"

Mr. Edwards slightly lowered his Sunday paper and over the top of it frowned abstractedly at the boy on the window seat. "Eh?" he asked. "What was that?"

"'Mens sana in corpore sano,' sir."

"Oh!" Mr. Edwards blinked through his reading glasses and rustled the paper. Finally, "For a boy who has studied as much Latin as you have," he said disapprovingly, "the question is extraordinary, to say the least. I'd advise you to hm find your dictionary, Steve." And Mr. Edwards again retired from sight.

Steve, cross legged on the broad seat that filled the library bay, a seat which commanded an uninterrupted view up and down the street, smiled into the open pamphlet he held.

"He doesn't know," he said to himself with a chuckle. "It's something about your mind and your body, though. Never mind." He idly fluttered the leaves of the pamphlet and glanced out into the street to see if any friends were in sight. But it was Sunday afternoon, and rainy, and the wide, maple bordered street, its neat artificial stone sidewalks shimmering with moisture, was quite deserted. With a sigh Steve went back to the pamphlet. It bore the inscription on the outer cover: "Brimfield Academy," and, below, in parenthesis, "William Torrence Foundation."

"What does 'William Torrence Foundation' mean, dad?" asked the boy.