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By George, it does look badly for them, doesn't it, when you come to think of it? Well, now, you see, I'm frank and confidential about my relations with Blan er Miss Blaisdell. I was at a big dinner with her last night with a party of friends. I suppose she came here to get straightened out.

Coach Robey and "Boots" appeared. Danny Moore, who with Gus, the rubber, sat on the driver's seat surrounded with suit-cases, took the bags, Joe Lawrence and Tracey Black, assistant manager, squeezed into the already overcrowded barges, Blaisdell, baseball captain, called for a cheer and, amidst a thunderous farewell, the squad, grinning and waving, disappeared down the drive, through the gate and out on to the road.

Tom flushed slightly under the penetrating glance Mr. Thurston cast upon him during the recital. When the assistant had finished, the chief merely remarked: "Blaisdell, I wish you could get rid of that fellow, Bad Pete. I don't like to have him hanging about the camp. He's an undesirable character, and I'm afraid that some of our men will have trouble with him. Can't you get rid of him?"

Meantime Harry and Arthur had hurried on along the path through the woods and it was not long before they heard the sound of voices ahead of them, and hastened on, expecting that Blaisdell was in trouble. In a short time they came upon the boy, with his back against a tree and a defiant look in his face, saying at that moment: "If you fellows attempt to touch me you will get hurt.

Bullets zipped through the door he had broken. Jean ran swiftly round the corner, taking care to sheer off a little to the left, and when he got clear of the building he saw a line of flashes in the middle of the road. Blaisdell and the others were firing into the door of the store. With nimble fingers Jean reloaded his rifle.

"She isn't a Blaisdell, then." "No, but she's so near like one, and she's a splendid cook, and " "Well, I shan't send him to Maggie," cut in Mrs. James D. Blaisdell with emphasis. "Poor Maggie's got quite enough on her hands, as it is, with that father of hers. Besides, she isn't a Blaisdell at all."

"I don't care, she's just as good as a Blaisdell," cut in Mellicent; "and she seems like one of us, anyway." "And she didn't get anything?" bemoaned Benny. "Say," he turned valiantly to Mr. Smith, "shouldn't you think he might have given Aunt Maggie a little of that money?" "I should, indeed!" Mr. Smith spoke with peculiar emphasis. "I guess he would if he'd known her!" "I'm sure he would!"

Why, he was drunk to-night, actually drunk, when he came! I don't want Fred with him. I don't want Fred with any of them." "No, I don't like their looks myself very well, but I fancy young Blaisdell has a pretty level head on him. His father says " "His father worships him," interrupted Miss Maggie. "He worships all those children. But into Fred into Fred he's pouring his whole lost youth.

"You let him alone, and he'll let you alone. I'm sure of that." "Blaisdell, if you don't see that I'm treated right in this mess, I'll teach you something, too," flared Bad Pete. "Threatening the president of the mess is a breach of courtesy on the part of any guest who attempts it," spoke Blaisdell again. "Gentlemen, what is your pleasure?"

Houston's appearance on the train this morning, he understands the art of preserving a golden silence as well as any one I ever saw. It was all I could do to get a dozen words out of him." Mr. Blaisdell smiled in a way that Houston understood he had received a full account of the meeting on the train.