That was the only shot in the whole war. It was a punk war. Harry said, “Let the bloodshed cease; who’ll volunteer to go in as a courier?”
Pee-wee shouted, “I will.”
So Harry gave him the note and told him to stick a white popcorn bar on a stick for a flag of truce. Honest, if you could have seen that kid start off with the note in one hand and that popcorn flag of truce in the other and his mouth all stuck up with licorice candy, you’d have laughed till you cried.
We waited for about ten minutes but still he didn’t come out, so Harry called for another volunteer and Westy went in, because he said he could remember just what was in the note.Good night, he didn’t come out again, either.
“WE’RE MAKING A DESPERATE CALVARY CHARGE,” SHOUTED PEE-WEE.
“WE’RE MAKING A DESPERATE CALVARY CHARGE,” SHOUTED PEE-WEE.
Harry said, “This is very strange; they’ve either deserted or they’re being held as prisoners.”
Then Charlie Seabury said he’d go in, so he pinned a marshmallow onto his buttonhole and went through the admission gate. But he didn’t come back, either.
Pretty soon five of the fellows had gone in—all the fellows in my patrol except myself. And none of them came back. We decided that they were all being held as prisoners.
Harry said, “This is not civilized warfare at all—not to respect a flag of truce.”
I said, “Gee whiz, I never heard of a fellow that wouldn’t respect a marshmallow or a popcorn bar. Even I respect gum drops.”
Brent said, “Well, the only thing to do is to enter the grounds and seize the rifles in the shooting gallery. If we can surround the dining pavilion and seize all the sandwiches, we can cut off their base of supplies and force a surrender. What say, comrades?”
Harry said that was the only thing to do so he paid fifteen cents admission for all of us on account of that being civilized warfare. Then we drove in, and I bet that gatekeeper thought that we were from an insane asylum, especially when he took a good look at Brent.
And,good night, Sister Anne, excuse me while I laugh! What do you think we saw when we got inside that place? About a couple of hundred feet away was a merry-go-round, and riding around on it were our young hero and those other four fellows, and they were all holding on to the brass rods with one hand and eating frankfurters with the other.
“I got the brass ring! I got the brass ring!” Pee-wee shouted. “I get an extra ridel I’m promoted from the Infantry, I’m in the Cavalry! We’re making a desperate cavalry charge!”
Can you beat that kid?
I said, “We should worry about the cavalry; the only thing that this cavalry can surround is the organ on the merry-go-round.”
“I can surround a frankfurter,” Pee-wee shouted. Believe me, he could.
Harry said, “The cavalry will dismount; you’re all court-martialed and ordered to be shot at sunrise in the shooting gallery. Fall in line.”
Jiminies, I had to laugh to see that bunch trotting along after the autos, all the while munching frankfurters. I guess we were the craziest looking parade that ever was; but you can have a lot of fun being crazy, that’s one thing sure. All the people stopped what they were doing and followed after us. Most of the things that they were doing were eating. I wouldn’t stop doing that for anybody, I wouldn’t.
All around were veterans in old blue coats and they were sitting in groups talking; they were talking about Gettysburg and Richmond, and General Grant, and things like that. One of them was talking about Sugar Loaf Mountain and Pee-wee kind of slowed up so as he could listen. I guess he thought it was some kind of candy, hey? Harry looked around and shouted, “Attention!” And the kid jumped about a foot in the air.
Pretty soon we came to a little tent and there was a sign on it that said, “Administration Tent.”
Pee-wee shouted, “Go on, till we come to the commissary tent.”
I shouted back to him, “You’re a whole commissary in yourself. You’re a nice looking sight to demand a surrender. The first thing you want to seize is a wash basin!”
Sitting in front of that tent were several veterans and one of them was kind of cross and severe looking and he had a bald head. His head was so bald that I guess he didn’t know where to stop washing his face. You couldn’t even tell where his face was unless he put his hat on. He looked as if he was used to bossing people around. Anyway, I knew he was a Union soldier, because he had a telegram in his hand and it saidWestern Unionon it.
We all stopped right in front of the tent and Harry got down and made a salute; it was awful funny. He said, “Major Grumpy, I believe?”
“That is my name, sir,” the old man said, very stern, kind of like a school principal.
Harry said, “I am Lieutenant Donnelle and these are my allied forces. We come here under the protection of a white—eh, a white popcorn bar. Hold up the popcorn bar, Private Harris.”
“It’s all gone,” Private Harris piped up.
Harry said, “I’m very sorry that our flag of truce has been eaten by one of our starving troopers. We are here to demand the surrender——”
“Scouts are supposed to sayplease” Will Dawson piped up.
Harry said, “Right. Scouts are polite even amid bloodshed and the roar of cannon.”
Major Grumpy said, “You look as if you had just taken the city of Frankfort, judging from your rear guard.”
Harry said, “Major Grumpy, your official report that Uncle Tom’s Cabin will not be given here to-day is not true; it is a garbled report. Allow me to tell you that, thanks to the boy scouts whom you sneer at and evict from your property, Eliza will be chased as per schedule, Uncle Tom will be thoroughly beaten, and little Eva will die and go to heaven as announced.”
Major Grumpy was kind of surprised. First he looked us all over, and Brent took off his hat and flapped his long sleeves at him, awful funny. Then the major said, “Who put you off this property?”
Then Harry said, “What you do to a boy scout, you do to every boy scout in the United States, including Mars and Grumpy’s Cross-roads and all outlying sections. When you put these little townsmen of yours out of that shady grove over there, you putusout. Do you know that? Even Uncle Tom, who gets whipped six times a week, not including Wednesday and Saturday matinees, says he never heard of such treatment. You call the Grand Army a kind of brotherhood, but let me tell you, Major, that we’ve got that namebrotherhoodcopyrighted, all rights reserved. When you put these little fellows off your land, you put half a million scouts off your land, and that’s a bigger army than the Grand Army ever was.
“We sent up a signal to say that we were coming and that message was delivered to you and you thought it was a lot of nonsense.”
The major said, “So you were responsible for that column of smoke, hey?”
Harry said, “You’re kind of old fashioned, Major, on signal corps work. That was us, all right, and these little neighbors of yours gave you the message and you laughed at them. Well, here we are with the goods, Little Eva weeping her eyes out, Topsy ready to cut up, and Simon Legree with his whip; here we are just as we said we’d be—Johnny on the spot. We’ve brought with us every veteran between here and Barrow’s Homestead and they’re with us to the last ditch. Field Marshal Gaylong here is feared by every crow in the west. Now what are you going to do about it?
“We purpose, Major, to cut off your base of supplies; it’s either that or surrender. We want that shady little grove over there as indemnity. If we don’t get it we’re going to seize all the ice cream, all the soda water, all the lemonade, all the candy, all the popcorn on this bloody battlefield and starve you out. The Grand Army will look like Grand Street, New York, when we get through with it.”
“And frankfurters too!” Pee-wee shouted.
“There won’t be a frankfurter left to tell the tale,” Harry said; “this peaceful land will run red with red lemonade. Now what do you say?”
Gee whiz, I wouldn’t accuse Harry of being a traitor, but just the same I saw him wink at Major Grumpy, and Major Grumpy began to smile, and then he offered Harry a cigarette.
That was giving aid and comfort to the enemy, all right.
So that shows you how this story has a happy ending, only that isn’t the end of it. Oh, boy, the worst is yet to come. A lot of terrible things happen after a war. Now we come to the reconstruction period. And, believe me, Major Grumpy reconstructed his opinion about the scouts. He said that poor little patrol that was just starting could have the grove to build a headquarters in and he gave them some money to build it, too, He said that before we got there he thought that smoke away off on the mountain was just a forest fire, but when he found out that we could make smoke talk, good night, he was for us, all right.
But anyway, he said he liked to hear Pee-wee talk better. I said, “Yes, but it would be nice if he’d go off on a lonely mountain and talk, like the smudge fire.”
We spent the rest of that day at the Veterans’ Reunion, and we saw the Uncle Tom’s Cabin show, too. Only one of the bloodhounds wouldn’t chase Eliza, and Rossie Bent had to give her a frankfurter, so he’d chase her.
Most of the time that we weren’t at the ice cream counter, we were over in the grove with those Grumpy’s Cross-roads scouts. They said they were going to name their patrol the Crows, after Brent Gaylong. Harry said it would be better to name it the Hot Dogs, after Pee-wee.
Once Major Grumpy came over and sat down on a stump and talked with us and asked us a lot of questions about the scouts. He told those little fellows how they ought to build their shack and he said he’d find a scoutmaster for them. Most all the veterans came over and visited us, and we did lots of good turns for them, carrying their luggage and all like that. One of them was overcome by the heat but we fixed him up, all right, with first aid.
Uncle Tom came over, too, and talked to us between the shows. He asked us if we could dress the marks that the ferocious bloodhounds made on Eliza’s arm. Those marks were painted. He was awful funny, Uncle Tom was.
That reunion lasted three days, but we only stayed one day, because we had to get started for home. Anyway, I’m glad all the soldiers in the Civil War didn’t get killed, because you can have a lot of fun at reunions. One thing I’m sorry for and that is that I won’t be a kid when the soldiers who were in the World War are old veterans, I bet there’ll be a lot of lemonade and things then, hey? But anyway there’ll be scouts then, and it will be lucky for them there was a world war. Anyway, reunions are my favorite outdoor sports—reunions and hikes.
We started away from that reunion at about five o’clock at night and everybody was sorry to see us go. Those scouts, and the Uncle Tom’s Cabin people, and a lot of old veterans, all crowded around us to say good-by. They said we were a wide-awake bunch, but if they could have seen us about four hours later they wouldn’t have said so.
We made a camp alongside the road, and I cooked supper, and then most of us slept in the van. While we were sitting around our camp-fire, Brent took out that mysterious paper that he had found in the scarecrow’s pocket, and he kind of winked at Harry as if he was going to spring a great surprise on us. He looked awful funny in the light of the fire; just like a real live scarecrow—I mean a dead one.
He said, “Scouts of the victorious legion, while we are resting after the bloody battle of Grumpy’s Cross-roads, I have a dark communication to make to you. Excuse me while I get in a better light.”
“I thought you said it was adarkcommunication,” Pee-wee shouted.
Brent said, “Well, it’s a kind of a dim communication. Only two scouts and our trusty leader know about it. They have kept their lips sealed. I wish now, by the light of this camp-fire, to ask you one and all, if you are ready to undertake an enterprise that is fraught with mortal peril?”
“Is it fraught with anything to eat?” Will Dawson wanted to know.
“Isn’t mortal peril good enough for you?” Pee-wee shouted.
Gee whiz, some fellows are never satisfied.
Brent said, “Comrades, when I put an end to the career of that miserable scarecrow and, with a single stroke, made millions of crows happy, I found in the pocket of his frock-coat a mysterious paper. More than that, I know who that frock-coat belonged to before he had it. It belonged to Deacon Snookbeck of Barrow’s Homestead!Ha, ha,—and a couple ofhe, he’s!”
“Read the paper!” they all began shouting,
He said, “Silence. While traveling with Scout Harris, and patrol leader Blakeley, I met a stranger who told us that several years ago Deacon Snookbeck had two mysterious visitors in his house. Whether this paper that I am about to read to you has any connection with those strangers, I cannot say. I am not skilled in high grade mysteries, being only a plain, ordinary burglar and thug——”
“You larcenied!” Pee-wee shouted.
Brent put his hand on his forehead and said, awful funny, “Don’t remind me of my crimes.”
“Read the paper,” Rossie Bent said.
So then Brent read the paper, and I have to admit that it sounded pretty mysterious and I guess, after all his fooling, that he thought so himself.
Snake Creek, North shore from Ohio R. to Skeleton Cove. Top of S Cove. Follow line due north from willow. Cons to west. Stake. Measure ninety-two feet along north line, then follow line due NW through T.W. Stake. Treasure at HW limit, indicated at AN Stake. Follow S line south to pie.
Snake Creek, North shore from Ohio R. to Skeleton Cove. Top of S Cove. Follow line due north from willow. Cons to west. Stake. Measure ninety-two feet along north line, then follow line due NW through T.W. Stake. Treasure at HW limit, indicated at AN Stake. Follow S line south to pie.
Good night, you should have heard the fellows when he finished reading. I mean you couldn’t have heard them, because nobody said anything; they all just sat there gaping.
Then Brent said, awful funny, he said, “It seems, scouts, that by following S line south we shall come to a pie. Whether it is a pumpkin pie or a mince pie I cannot say——”
Harry kind of cut him off short and said, “Brent, putting all fooling aside, now that you read that paper over, it sounds pretty good to me.”
“I was always fond of pie,” Brent said.
Harry said, “Well, I was always fond of buried treasure and that paper has the true ring to me, hanged if it hasn’t. Skeleton Cove sounds as if it meant business. So does ‘treasure at HW limit’ I like the sound of that. I never gave two thoughts to that paper until just now when you read it, but I’m hanged if I don’t think it means something. What do you say, Tom Slade?”
Tom said in that slow way of his, “It’s got the wordtreasurein, that’s sure.”
Then Brent said with a sober face, “As an expert, Pee-wee, what wouldyousay? Is a pie a treasure?”
“Good night,” I said, “he’s buried enough pies, he ought to know.”
“It means buried treasure, that’s what it means!” Pee-wee shouted. “And I’m with Harry; I say let’s go and find it.”
“Where?” Brent said.
“You said we could get a map,” the kid shouted.
All the fellows were with Harry; they were just crazy to go after that treasure. Tom Slade didn’t say much, but he never does. I went around to the side of the fire where he was sitting and I said, “You were always so crazy about adventures; what do you think it means if it doesn’t mean buried treasure?”
“I haven’t got anything to say,” he said; “it’s got the word treasure in it, and that settles it. I say let’s go, if we can find the place.”
I shouted, “Tom Slade is with us, he believes in it. I say let’s go after it.”
Harry was sitting on the back end of the van, swinging his legs and looking in the fire. I knew his thoughts were kind of serious, all right. He’s crazy about adventures, that fellow is. Brent took my scout knife and held it between his teeth and glared into the fire, very fierce and savage, just like a pirate. He did it to make Harry mad. But all the fellows were with Harry, anyway, and they were all crazy about the thing—even I was crazy.
Harry said, all the while looking into the fire kind of dreamy like, he said, “Brent, why may not this be true?”
Brent said, “You mean the Pirates’ Secret or the Mystery of the Hidden Pie?”
“Don’t you mind him,” Pee-wee shouted to Harry; “he’s a Philippine!”
“That’s just what you are, Brent,” Harry said; “you’re a Philistine. You have no romance. Just because you live in the twentieth century you think nothing can happen. But the world war happened, didn’t it? You have it from a man you met that two mysterious strangers visited the old gent who once owned that coat. You found this paper; in that coat—didn’t you?”
Brent said, “Alas, yes.”
Harry said, “Well, you can laugh——”
Brent said, “I’m not laughing, I’m weeping and gnashing my teeth; that’s true sixteenth century stuff, isn’t it?”
“Well, how do you explain the writing on that paper, then?” Harry wanted to know.
“Sure, how do you explain it, then?” Westy piped up.
“Hecan’texplain it,” Tom Warner shouted.
“Sure he can’t!” Pee-wee yelled.
Brent said, “I seem to have an overwhelming minority.”
Harry said, “You’re always shouting about real adventures, but when we stumble on the real thing, when we’re told on black and white to follow a line due north from willow—what does that say?”
“It saysfollow a line due north from willow,” Brent said, all the while reading the paper. “It sayscons to the west. It saysstake; I don’t know whether it’s a porterhouse or a sirloin. It may be a Hamburger. It says by following the S line south we’ll come to the pie.”
Harry jumped down and looked over Brent’s shoulder and he said, “What does it say about the treasure? We’ll find it at HW limit—there it is on black and white. Boys, we’ll get a map in Indianapolis and find out where Snake Creek is if we have to study that map all night. We’re on the track of pirates’ gold, by thunder! Here’s areal adventurehanded to us by fate! If old Grouch Gaylong isn’t with us, we’ll send him home in a baby carriage, that’s what!”
Brent said—gee whiz, I had to laugh the way he said it; he said, “Comrades, I will follow where you lead. Take me to the treasure and I will dig it up. But if that scarecrow has deceived me, I will never trust man again. As a criminal I have been a failure. I wanted to escape from cruel jailers, I escaped from two boy scouts. I wanted to plunge from the window of a dry goods van. I wanted to kill a fellow being; I murdered a scarecrow. My life has been a failure.”
Gee whiz; honest I almost felt sorry for him.
He said, “But I have not lost hope. Boys, I will go with you. I will follow the line north from the willow. I will measure ninety-two feet along something-or-other. I will follow the S line south to the pie, be it pumpkin, apple or mince. I will eat the stake. But if I am deceived, if my hopes are again dashed——”
“We’ll send you to the insane asylum,” Harry said; “that’s where you belong.”
Brent said, “I have always longed to be thrown into a mad-house.”
Gee whiz, you can’t help laughing at that fellow.
The next afternoon we got to Indianapolis and Harry treated us all to sodas. Then we bought a map that showed the Ohio River. We made a camp about ten miles east of Indianapolis and had a dandy camp-fire. While we were there we studied the map and, good night, there was Snake Creek as plain as day running into it from the north. It ran into it about fifteen miles north of Wheeling.
Harry said, “That’s enough for us; the treasure is ours.”
Pee-wee said, “I’m sorry now we didn’t get some more sodas as long as we’re going to be rich.”
Harry said, “Never mind, we’ll have sodas and ice cream and things in every town between here and Wheeling; I’ll advance the money. What are a few dollars against maybe several millions?”
Pee-wee said, “Sure, and we can afford some jaw-breakers, too.”
“All you want,” Harry said.
“Won’t it spoil our appetites for the pie?” Brent wanted to know. But just the same he was interested.
Now there’s no use telling you about our journey from Indianapolis to Wheeling—that’s about eight or nine hundred miles, roughly speaking; only scouts don’t speak roughly. They have to be polite. On that journey we passed through Springfield and Columbus and a lot of other big places, and all the people stared at us. Every night we camped in the country, because we didn’t like staying in cities.
Gee, I thought we’d never get to Wheeling but after a few days we got there, and then we put our machines up to get all greased and have some repairs made. I don’t meanus, I mean the machines.
Then we hired a big launch and started up the Ohio River. About ten miles up, Snake Creek flows into it. It flows in through the north shore. Up Snake Creek about ten miles is Skeleton Cove, I bet you’re getting awful anxious, hey?
Harry said, “Boys, the fun isn’t in getting money; the fun is in finding treasure. Why wouldn’t it be a good idea to send a couple of thousand, say, to those little fellows back at Grumpy’s Cross-roads?”
“Let’s give five thousand to the Boy Scout drive,” I said.
Brent said, “All I want for myself is the pie; I’m hungry.”
Now when we got to Skeleton Cove we saw it was all shady and spooky, like. The water was black and the place was dark just like a cave. It was awful still in there. I bet you’re crazy to know what comes next, hey?
Over against the shore was the wreck of an old motor-boat; I guess it got smashed by the rocks there. We chugged over to where it was and Tom Slade climbed out and stepped across it.
Harry said, “What do you think it means, Tommy boy?”
Tom was kneeling on the old deck and looking over the edge. All of a sudden he said, “Now I know; I was a fool not to think of it before. The name of this boat is theTreasure.”
Harry said, “What?”
I said, “What?”
Will Dawson shouted, “On the level?”
“On the bow,” Tom said.
Pee-wee piped up, “What do you mean?”
Brent said, “Dear me; foiled again.”
Tom said, “Now I know what it means. The boys from the Geological Survey were here. All that had me guessing was the wordtreasure. A pie is a topographic mark; it shows where government land ends. Cons means contours. They staked their measurings. They were just measuring this cove and the creek so as to make government maps. T.W. means tide water.”
Harry said, awful funny like, “If it wouldn’t be asking too much, will you please tell me what it means where it says, ‘Treasure at HW limit indicated at AN stake.’ Can you answer that?”
Tom said in that sober way of his, “I think it means something about this boat, theTreasurebeing at high water limit as indicated at anchorage stake. I can’t tell just exactly what that memorandum means, because I never worked in the survey, but I guess the survey boys weren’t doing any harm out at Deacon Snookbeck’s. They were probably lining up the contours on his farm. Anyway, all they were doing here was taking the contours and the water lines for the government maps. The only thing that puzzled me was the word treasure.”
“And there is no pie here?” Brent said.
“A pie is a government mark,” Tom said; “it means the government owns the land to that point—where the pie is. See?”
Oh, boy, Harry didn’t say a word. None of the rest of us said a word—only Brent.
He said, “Then I have been deceived by a scarecrow! This ends my quest of adventure; I am through. I am going home and to the only refuge where real adventure can be found—the movies. I am through with the boy scouts. Perhaps with William S. Hart or Douglas Fairbanks I can find the life I crave. There I can find cliffs to jump off, roofs to leap from, people to kill who are worthy of being killed—not scarecrows——”
“And floods to get caught in!” Pee-wee yelled.
Brent said, “Yes, and jails to escape from——”
“And ships to get wrecked in!” the kid shouted.
“I know all about the movies I’ll go with you! I’ll go with you——”
Gee whiz, but that kid is a scream.
THE END
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THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKSBy PERCY KEESE FITZHUGHAuthor of “Tom Slade,” “Pee-wee Harris,”“Westy Martin,” Etc.Illustrated. Picture Wrappers in Color.Every Volume Complete in Itself.
THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKS
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of “Tom Slade,” “Pee-wee Harris,”
“Westy Martin,” Etc.
Illustrated. Picture Wrappers in Color.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
In the character and adventures of Roy Blakeley are typified the very essence of Boy life. He is a real boy, as real as Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. He is the moving spirit of the troop of Scouts of which he is a member, and the average boy has to go only a little way in the first book before Roy is the best friend he ever had, and he is willing to part with his best treasure to get the next book in the series.
ROY BLAKELEYROY BLAKELEY’S ADVENTURES IN CAMPROY BLAKELEY, PATHFINDERROY BLAKELEY’S CAMP ON WHEELSROY BLAKELEY’S SILVER FOX PATROLROY BLAKELEY’S MOTOR CARAVANROY BLAKELEY, LOST, STRAYED OR STOLENROY BLAKELEY’S BEE-LINE HIKEROY BLAKELEY AT THE HAUNTED CAMPROY BLAKELEY’S FUNNY BONE HIKEROY BLAKELEY’S TANGLED TRAILROY BLAKELEY ON THE MOHAWK TRAILROY BLAKELEY’S ELASTIC HIKEROY BLAKELEY’S ROUNDABOUT HIKE
ROY BLAKELEYROY BLAKELEY’S ADVENTURES IN CAMPROY BLAKELEY, PATHFINDERROY BLAKELEY’S CAMP ON WHEELSROY BLAKELEY’S SILVER FOX PATROLROY BLAKELEY’S MOTOR CARAVANROY BLAKELEY, LOST, STRAYED OR STOLENROY BLAKELEY’S BEE-LINE HIKEROY BLAKELEY AT THE HAUNTED CAMPROY BLAKELEY’S FUNNY BONE HIKEROY BLAKELEY’S TANGLED TRAILROY BLAKELEY ON THE MOHAWK TRAILROY BLAKELEY’S ELASTIC HIKEROY BLAKELEY’S ROUNDABOUT HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY
ROY BLAKELEY’S ADVENTURES IN CAMP
ROY BLAKELEY, PATHFINDER
ROY BLAKELEY’S CAMP ON WHEELS
ROY BLAKELEY’S SILVER FOX PATROL
ROY BLAKELEY’S MOTOR CARAVAN
ROY BLAKELEY, LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN
ROY BLAKELEY’S BEE-LINE HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY AT THE HAUNTED CAMP
ROY BLAKELEY’S FUNNY BONE HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY’S TANGLED TRAIL
ROY BLAKELEY ON THE MOHAWK TRAIL
ROY BLAKELEY’S ELASTIC HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY’S ROUNDABOUT HIKE
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THE PEE-WEE HARRIS BOOKSBy PERCY KEESE FITZHUGHAuthor of “Tom Slade,” “Roy Blakeley,”“Westy Martin,” Etc.Illustrated. Individual Wrappers in Color.Every Volume Complete in Itself.
THE PEE-WEE HARRIS BOOKS
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of “Tom Slade,” “Roy Blakeley,”
“Westy Martin,” Etc.
Illustrated. Individual Wrappers in Color.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
All readers of the Tom Slade and the Roy Blakeley books are acquainted with Pee-wee Harris. These stories record the true facts concerning his size (what there is of it) and his heroism (such as it is), his voice, his clothes, his appetite, his friends, his enemies, his victims. Together with the thrilling narrative of how he foiled, baffled, circumvented and triumphed over everything and everybody (except where he failed) and how even when he failed he succeeded. The whole recorded in a series of screams and told with neither muffler nor cut-out.
PEE-WEE HARRISPEE-WEE HARRIS ON THE TRAIL.PEE-WEE HARRIS IN CAMPPEE-WEE HARRIS IN LUCKPEE-WEE HARRIS ADRIFTPEE-WEE HARRIS F. O. B. BRIDGEBOROPEE-WEE HARRIS FIXERPEE-WEE HARRIS: AS GOOD AS HIS WORDPEE-WEE HARRIS: MAYOR FOR A DAYPEE-WEE HARRIS AND THE SUNKEN TREASURE
PEE-WEE HARRISPEE-WEE HARRIS ON THE TRAIL.PEE-WEE HARRIS IN CAMPPEE-WEE HARRIS IN LUCKPEE-WEE HARRIS ADRIFTPEE-WEE HARRIS F. O. B. BRIDGEBOROPEE-WEE HARRIS FIXERPEE-WEE HARRIS: AS GOOD AS HIS WORDPEE-WEE HARRIS: MAYOR FOR A DAYPEE-WEE HARRIS AND THE SUNKEN TREASURE
PEE-WEE HARRIS
PEE-WEE HARRIS ON THE TRAIL.
PEE-WEE HARRIS IN CAMP
PEE-WEE HARRIS IN LUCK
PEE-WEE HARRIS ADRIFT
PEE-WEE HARRIS F. O. B. BRIDGEBORO
PEE-WEE HARRIS FIXER
PEE-WEE HARRIS: AS GOOD AS HIS WORD
PEE-WEE HARRIS: MAYOR FOR A DAY
PEE-WEE HARRIS AND THE SUNKEN TREASURE
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GARRY GRAYSON FOOTBALL STORIESBy ELMER A. DAWSONIndividual Colored Wrapper and Illustration byWALTER S. ROGERSEvery Volume Complete in Itself
GARRY GRAYSON FOOTBALL STORIES
By ELMER A. DAWSON
Individual Colored Wrapper and Illustration by
WALTER S. ROGERS
Every Volume Complete in Itself
Football followers all over the country will hail with delight this new and thoroughly up-to-date line of gridiron tales.
Garry Grayson is a football fan, first, last, and all the time. But more than that, he is a wideawake American boy with a “gang” of chums almost as wideawake as himself.
How Garry organized the first football eleven his grammar school had, how he later played on the High School team, and what he did on the Prep School gridiron and elsewhere, is told in a manner to please all readers and especially those interested in watching a rapid forward pass, a plucky tackle, or a hot run for a touchdown.
Good, clean football at its best—and in addition, rattling stories of mystery and schoolboy rivalries.
GARRY GRAYSON’S HILL STREET ELEVEN;or, The Football Boys of Lenox.GARRY GRAYSON AT LENOX HIGH;or, The Champions of the Football League.GARRY GRAYSON’S FOOTBALL RIVALS;or, The Secret of the Stolen Signals.GARRY GRAYSON SHOWING HIS SPEED;or, A Daring Run on the Gridiron.GARRY GRAYSON AT STANLEY PREP;or, The Football Rivals of Riverview.
GARRY GRAYSON’S HILL STREET ELEVEN;or, The Football Boys of Lenox.GARRY GRAYSON AT LENOX HIGH;or, The Champions of the Football League.GARRY GRAYSON’S FOOTBALL RIVALS;or, The Secret of the Stolen Signals.GARRY GRAYSON SHOWING HIS SPEED;or, A Daring Run on the Gridiron.GARRY GRAYSON AT STANLEY PREP;or, The Football Rivals of Riverview.
GARRY GRAYSON’S HILL STREET ELEVEN;
or, The Football Boys of Lenox.
GARRY GRAYSON AT LENOX HIGH;
or, The Champions of the Football League.
GARRY GRAYSON’S FOOTBALL RIVALS;
or, The Secret of the Stolen Signals.
GARRY GRAYSON SHOWING HIS SPEED;
or, A Daring Run on the Gridiron.
GARRY GRAYSON AT STANLEY PREP;
or, The Football Rivals of Riverview.
GROSSET & DUNLAP,Publishers, NEW YORK
THE TOM SLADE BOOKSBy PERCY KEESE FITZHUGHAuthor of “Roy Blakeley,” “Pee-wee Harris,”“Westy Martin,” Etc.Illustrated. Individual Picture Wrappers in Color.Every Volume Complete in Itself.
THE TOM SLADE BOOKS
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of “Roy Blakeley,” “Pee-wee Harris,”
“Westy Martin,” Etc.
Illustrated. Individual Picture Wrappers in Color.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
“Let your boy grow up with Tom Slade,” is a suggestion which thousands of parents have followed during the past, with the result that the TOM SLADE BOOKS are the most popular boys’ books published today. They take Tom Slade through a series of typical boy adventures through his tenderfoot days as a scout, through his gallant days as an American doughboy in France, back to his old patrol and the old camp ground at Black Lake, and so on.
TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUTTOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMPTOM SLADE ON THE RIVERTOM SLADE WITH THE COLORSTOM SLADE ON A TRANSPORTTOM SLADE WITH THE BOYS OVER THERETOM SLADE, MOTORCYCLE DISPATCH BEARERTOM SLADE WITH THE FLYING CORPSTOM SLADE AT BLACK LAKETOM SLADE ON MYSTERY TRAILTOM BLADE’S DOUBLE DARETOM SLADE ON OVERLOOK MOUNTAINTOM SLADE PICKS A WINNERTOM SLADE AT BEAR MOUNTAINTOM SLADE: FOREST RANGERTOM SLADE IN THE NORTH WOODS
TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUTTOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMPTOM SLADE ON THE RIVERTOM SLADE WITH THE COLORSTOM SLADE ON A TRANSPORTTOM SLADE WITH THE BOYS OVER THERETOM SLADE, MOTORCYCLE DISPATCH BEARERTOM SLADE WITH THE FLYING CORPSTOM SLADE AT BLACK LAKETOM SLADE ON MYSTERY TRAILTOM BLADE’S DOUBLE DARETOM SLADE ON OVERLOOK MOUNTAINTOM SLADE PICKS A WINNERTOM SLADE AT BEAR MOUNTAINTOM SLADE: FOREST RANGERTOM SLADE IN THE NORTH WOODS
TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUT
TOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMP
TOM SLADE ON THE RIVER
TOM SLADE WITH THE COLORS
TOM SLADE ON A TRANSPORT
TOM SLADE WITH THE BOYS OVER THERE
TOM SLADE, MOTORCYCLE DISPATCH BEARER
TOM SLADE WITH THE FLYING CORPS
TOM SLADE AT BLACK LAKE
TOM SLADE ON MYSTERY TRAIL
TOM BLADE’S DOUBLE DARE
TOM SLADE ON OVERLOOK MOUNTAIN
TOM SLADE PICKS A WINNER
TOM SLADE AT BEAR MOUNTAIN
TOM SLADE: FOREST RANGER
TOM SLADE IN THE NORTH WOODS
GROSSET & DUNLAP,Publishers, NEW YORK
Jerry Todd and Poppy Ott SeriesBY LEO EDWARDSDurably Bound. Illustrated. Individual Colored Wrappers.Every Volume Complete in Itself.
Jerry Todd and Poppy Ott Series
BY LEO EDWARDS
Durably Bound. Illustrated. Individual Colored Wrappers.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
Hundreds of thousands of boys who laughed until their sides ached over the weird and wonderful adventures of Jerry Todd and his gang demanded that Leo Edwards, the author, give them more books like the Jerry Todd stories with their belt-bursting laughs and creepy shivers. So he took Poppy Ott, Jerry Todd’s bosom chum and created the Poppy Ott Series, and if such a thing could be possible—they arc even more full of fun and excitement than the Jerry Todds.
THE POPPY OTT SERIES
POPPY OTT AND THE STUTTERING PARROTPOPPY OTT AND THE SEVEN LEAGUE STILTSPOPPY OTT AND THE GALLOPING SNAILPOPPY OTT’S PEDIGREED PICKLES
POPPY OTT AND THE STUTTERING PARROTPOPPY OTT AND THE SEVEN LEAGUE STILTSPOPPY OTT AND THE GALLOPING SNAILPOPPY OTT’S PEDIGREED PICKLES
POPPY OTT AND THE STUTTERING PARROT
POPPY OTT AND THE SEVEN LEAGUE STILTS
POPPY OTT AND THE GALLOPING SNAIL
POPPY OTT’S PEDIGREED PICKLES
THE JERRY TODD BOOKS
JERRY TODD AND THE WHISPERING MUMMYJERRY TODD AND THE ROSE-COLORED CATJERRY TODD AND THE OAK ISLAND TREASUREJERRY TODD AND THE WALTZING HENJERRY TODD AND THE TALKING FROGJERRY TODD AND THE PURRING EGGJERRY TODD IN THE WHISPERING CAVE
JERRY TODD AND THE WHISPERING MUMMYJERRY TODD AND THE ROSE-COLORED CATJERRY TODD AND THE OAK ISLAND TREASUREJERRY TODD AND THE WALTZING HENJERRY TODD AND THE TALKING FROGJERRY TODD AND THE PURRING EGGJERRY TODD IN THE WHISPERING CAVE
JERRY TODD AND THE WHISPERING MUMMY
JERRY TODD AND THE ROSE-COLORED CAT
JERRY TODD AND THE OAK ISLAND TREASURE
JERRY TODD AND THE WALTZING HEN
JERRY TODD AND THE TALKING FROG
JERRY TODD AND THE PURRING EGG
JERRY TODD IN THE WHISPERING CAVE
GROSSET & DUNLAP,Publishers, NEW YORK
Football and Baseball StoriesDurably Bound. Illustrated. Individual Colored Wrappers.Every Volume Complete in Itself.
Football and Baseball Stories
Durably Bound. Illustrated. Individual Colored Wrappers.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
THE RALPH HENRY BARBOUR BOOKS FOR BOYS
In these up-to-the-minute, spirited genuine stories of boy life there is something which will appeal to every boy with love of manliness, cleanness and sportsmanship in his heart.
LEFT END EDWARDSLEFT TACKER THAYERLEFT GUARD GILBERTCENTER RUSH ROWLANDFULLBACK FOSTERLEFT HALF HARMONRIGHT END EMERSONRIGHT GUARD GRANTQUARTERBACK BATESRIGHT TACKLE TODDRIGHT HALF ROLLINS
LEFT END EDWARDSLEFT TACKER THAYERLEFT GUARD GILBERTCENTER RUSH ROWLANDFULLBACK FOSTERLEFT HALF HARMONRIGHT END EMERSONRIGHT GUARD GRANTQUARTERBACK BATESRIGHT TACKLE TODDRIGHT HALF ROLLINS
LEFT END EDWARDS
LEFT TACKER THAYER
LEFT GUARD GILBERT
CENTER RUSH ROWLAND
FULLBACK FOSTER
LEFT HALF HARMON
RIGHT END EMERSON
RIGHT GUARD GRANT
QUARTERBACK BATES
RIGHT TACKLE TODD
RIGHT HALF ROLLINS
THE CHRISTY MATHEWSON BOOKS FOR BOYS
Every boy wants to know how to play ball in the fairest and squarest way. These books about boys and baseball are full of wholesome and manly interest and information.
PITCHER POLLOCKCATCHER CRAIGFIRST BASE FAULKNERSECOND BASE SLOANPITCHING IN A PINCH
PITCHER POLLOCKCATCHER CRAIGFIRST BASE FAULKNERSECOND BASE SLOANPITCHING IN A PINCH
PITCHER POLLOCK
CATCHER CRAIG
FIRST BASE FAULKNER
SECOND BASE SLOAN
PITCHING IN A PINCH
THIRD BASE THATCHER, By Everett Scott
GROSSET & DUNLAP,Publishers, NEW YORK
THE FLYAWAYS STORIESBy ALICE DALE HARDYAuthor of The Riddle Club BooksIndividual Colored Jackets and Colored Illustrations byWALTER S. ROGERS
THE FLYAWAYS STORIES
By ALICE DALE HARDY
Author of The Riddle Club Books
Individual Colored Jackets and Colored Illustrations by
WALTER S. ROGERS
A splendid new line of interesting tales for the little ones, introducing many of the well known characters of fairyland in a series of novel adventures. The Flyaways are a happy family and every little girl and boy will want to know all about them.
THE FLYAWAYS AND CINDERELLA
How the Flyaways went to visit Cinderella only to find that Cinderella’s Prince had been carried off by the Three Robbers, Rumbo, Hibo and Jobo. “I’ll rescue him!” cried Pa Flyaway and then set out for the stronghold of the robbers. A splendid continuation of the original story of Cinderella.
How the Flyaways went to visit Cinderella only to find that Cinderella’s Prince had been carried off by the Three Robbers, Rumbo, Hibo and Jobo. “I’ll rescue him!” cried Pa Flyaway and then set out for the stronghold of the robbers. A splendid continuation of the original story of Cinderella.
THE FLYAWAYS AND LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
On their way to visit Lillte Red Riding Hood the Flyaways fell in with Tommy Tucker and The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe. They told Tommy about the Magic Button on Red Riding Hood’s cloak. How the wicked Wolf stole the Magic Button and how the wolves plotted to eat up Little Red Riding Hood and all her family, and how the Flyaways and King Cole lent the wolves flying, makes a story no children will want to miss.
On their way to visit Lillte Red Riding Hood the Flyaways fell in with Tommy Tucker and The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe. They told Tommy about the Magic Button on Red Riding Hood’s cloak. How the wicked Wolf stole the Magic Button and how the wolves plotted to eat up Little Red Riding Hood and all her family, and how the Flyaways and King Cole lent the wolves flying, makes a story no children will want to miss.
THE FLYAWAYS AND GOLDILOCKS
The Flyaways wanted to see not only Goldilocks but also the Three Bears and then took a remarkable journey through the air to do so. Tommy even rode on a Rocket and met the monstrous Blue Frog. When they arrived at Goldilock’s house they found that the Three Bears had been there before them and mussed everything up, mich to Goldilock’s despair. “We must drive those bears out of the country!” said Pa Flyaway. Then they journeyed underground to the Yellow Palace, and oh! so many things happened after that!
The Flyaways wanted to see not only Goldilocks but also the Three Bears and then took a remarkable journey through the air to do so. Tommy even rode on a Rocket and met the monstrous Blue Frog. When they arrived at Goldilock’s house they found that the Three Bears had been there before them and mussed everything up, mich to Goldilock’s despair. “We must drive those bears out of the country!” said Pa Flyaway. Then they journeyed underground to the Yellow Palace, and oh! so many things happened after that!
GROSSET & DUNLAP,Publishers, NEW YORK
THE TOM SWIFT SERIESBy VICTOR APPLETONUniform Style of Binding. Individual Colored Wrappers.Every Volume Complete in Itself
THE TOM SWIFT SERIES
By VICTOR APPLETON
Uniform Style of Binding. Individual Colored Wrappers.
Every Volume Complete in Itself
Every boy possesses some form of inventive genius. Tom Swift is a bright, ingenious boy and his inventions and adventures make the most interesting kind of reading.
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLETOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOATTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIPTOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOATTOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUTTOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGETOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERSTOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICETOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACERTOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLETOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLDTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDERTOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITYTOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERATOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHTTOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNONTOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONETOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIPTOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNELTOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERSTOM SWIFT AND HIS WAR TANKTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR SCOUTTOM SWIFT AND HIS UNDERSEA SEARCHTOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERSTOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVETOM SWIFT AND HIS FLYING BOATTOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT OIL GUSHERTOM SWIFT AND HIS CHEST OF SECRETSTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRLINE EXPRESS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLETOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOATTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIPTOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOATTOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUTTOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGETOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERSTOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICETOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACERTOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLETOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLDTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDERTOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITYTOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERATOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHTTOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNONTOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONETOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIPTOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNELTOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERSTOM SWIFT AND HIS WAR TANKTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR SCOUTTOM SWIFT AND HIS UNDERSEA SEARCHTOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERSTOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVETOM SWIFT AND HIS FLYING BOATTOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT OIL GUSHERTOM SWIFT AND HIS CHEST OF SECRETSTOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRLINE EXPRESS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOAT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIP
TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGE
TOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERS
TOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLE
TOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLD
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDER
TOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITY
TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA
TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNON
TOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIP
TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNEL
TOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS WAR TANK
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR SCOUT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS UNDERSEA SEARCH
TOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS FLYING BOAT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT OIL GUSHER
TOM SWIFT AND HIS CHEST OF SECRETS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRLINE EXPRESS
GROSSET & DUNLAP,Publishers, NEW YORK