The Turner Twins   By: Ralph Henry Barbour (1870-1944)

THE TURNER TWINS

BY RALPH HENRY BARBOUR

Author of "The Crimson Sweater," "Harry's Island," "Team Mates," etc.

ILLUSTRATED BY C. M. RELYEA

NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO. 1922

Copyright, 1921, 1922, by The Century Co.

PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I Introduces a Pair of Shoes 3 II The Girl in the White Middy 13 III Cakes and Ale 28 IV Kewpie Starts Something 37 V In the Performance of Duty 52 VI Ned is Firm 61 VII High School Accepts Defeat 70 VIII In the Miser's House 84 IX Laurie Hears News 98 X Polly Entertains 110 XI Ned Speaks Out 120 XII The Committee on Arrangements 130 XIII Ned Gets into the Game 141 XIV The Fete 154 XV Ned Has an Idea 170 XVI Polly Tells a Spook Story 179 XVII Laurie Makes a Protest 190 XVIII Before the Battle 201 XIX Ned is Missing 213 XX For the Honor of the Turners 223 XXI The Understudy 238 XXII The Boys Make a Present 250 XXIII The Secret Passage 262 XXIV A Merry Christmas 272

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Through the secret door Frontispiece

"Hello, fellows! Salutations and everything!" 36

"But don't you think almanacs make mistakes sometimes?" asked Polly 136

"Turner. Guess he's going to kick a goal for 'em." 240

THE TURNER TWINS

CHAPTER I INTRODUCES A PAIR OF HEROES

"Jail," said the boy in the gray flannels.

"School," pronounced the boy in the blue serge.

"Bet you!"

"No, sir, you owe me ten cents now. You didn't pay up the last time."

"It's wrong to bet for money, Ned."

The other set down the suitcase he was carrying and scoffed. "Yes, when you lose," he observed, with deep sarcasm. "That's thirty five cents you owe me. You bet in Chicago that "

"That debt's outlawed. Chicago's in Michigan "

"Bet you!"

"And this is New York, and so "

"Mighty good thing Dad sent you to school, Laurie. Chicago's in Illinois, you ignoramus."

"Is it? Well, who cares?" Laurence Stenman Turner had also deposited the bag he was carrying on the brick sidewalk and was applying a lavender bordered handkerchief to a moist brow. "Just the same, that's a jail."

"If that's a jail, I'll eat my hat," declared the other,

"It's not a school, though, and that's flat," was the prompt retort.