Frank Merriwell's Support; Or, A Triple Play

It was the seventh inning, Frank Merriwell’s team had not scored, while the Omaha Stars, who had been putting up a hard game against the boys from the East, had made two runs, o...

The crowd roared its approval, for Frank Merriwell had shown himself quite in the same class as Nesbitt, the professional. Indeed, the work of Merry in the box had aroused Nesbi...

It was a remarkable crowd that turned out to witness the game between Merriwell’s ball-team and the Philadelphia Athletics. It was made up mainly of young people. A good part of...

“It’s ever Sunday in this village, but whisper it not to the natives, unless you desire their everlasting and undying aversion. This is a perfectly lovely town to rest in, as no...

“Heap good!” he grunted, as Dick came in. “Make um strikin’ man go swish-swish. ’Nother one send um up easy ball, you ketch him slick. All right so! Injun Heart heap get into ge...

He did not think it advisable to let Bart know his wrist had been injured. Still, knowing Merry as he did, Hodge seemed to feel that something was wrong, and this thought was in...

There was a volley of applause, and Dick Merriwell toed the slab. He looked slender and out of place there, his face pale and his dark eyes gleaming, while there was a set expre...

When Frank rose from the bench to go into the box he was seized by a queer sensation at the pit of the stomach, and there seemed to be a blur before his eyes.

Now the manager of the St. Paul team got hold of the jay and offered him all kinds of inducements to finish the season with St. Paul. But the strange fellow shook his head and s...

Dade smiled in his sweetest manner. He was a handsome fellow, and he made a graceful appearance in his suit. He looked around to make sure every man was in position.

Berlin Carson had been quick-witted enough to get the knife away from Crowfoot, aided by Dick Merriwell, who was able to make the Indian understand he was in danger if the weapo...

“It wasn’t that,” said Keen. “By Jove! you’ve got the greatest speed of any man I ever saw when you let it out! What in thunder have you in that arm--a lot of springs?”

“And to think we have met defeat at last!” moaned Greg Carker. “But it is ever thus. Now we can see how others feel when we beat them. This strife for the mastery in this world...

At the crack of the bat, as it seemed, Merry started to run. The ball went out on a line toward right field, and Carker dashed for second. The right-fielder made a jump to get i...

Mr. Jack Hazard proved an adept advertiser. The morning papers on the following day were “worked” scientifically for space, and a number of them told how Merriwell’s team had be...

“I’d enjoy being kicked with a number fourteen boot!” said Jack Ready, as he came in to the bench. “I was the cause of that bunch of disaster. I should have handled that grounde...

“Me curiosity is awakened. Prithee let him enter, and banish me not from thy presence. He may be some bold bad man who is seeking to do thee harm, in which case it behooves thee...

Frank’s challenge and the acceptance of Manager Wilson had appeared in the Omaha papers, and the result was that a great crowd gathered at the baseball-grounds the afternoon of...

But what was the more surprising to the crowd quickly followed. A boy ran out toward the players who were holding the jay aloft, and he was followed by the most remarkable figur...

He had his coat off in a minute, and then he flung aside his vest. The grin on his face was one of great satisfaction, and he presented a comical aspect.

Frank went into the box again. His arm was feeling bad, but he wished to pitch as much of the game as possible, and he had no thought of giving up for some time.

From that time to the end the game was exciting, both sides playing fast ball. In the beginning of the seventh Morgan struck out again. Packard flied out to Gamp. Mason got firs...

“I don’t know,” said the captain of the Stars. “In fact, I did not see the catch, as I was urging the man to run. I thought the Indian could not catch the ball.”

The sights of New York filled Dick Merriwell with wonder and awe. Brought up in the peace and quietude of Pleasant Valley, under the shadow of the snow-capped Rockies, the rush...

Dick Merriwell did arrive in Omaha the following morning, and he brought Old Joe Crowfoot with him. The old redskin was looking thin and weak, and the expression of his wrinkled...

“Minneapolis, you have been taken in to-day! Take a tumble to the trick! That jay is no jay at all! He’s simply made up like a jay! He’s some king-pin off the National League ru...

The morning papers contained accounts of the appearance of the “jay pitcher” in the ball-game the previous day and his final unmasking as Frank Merriwell. While the papers were...

The ball went out to Swiftwing, who was compelled to run hard, coming straight in. It seemed that the ball would strike the ground before the redskin could get his hands on it,...

A roar arose from the crowd--a roar of anger at the outrageous action of the ruffianly catcher. The witnesses saw Frank Merriwell leap out from the bench and dart toward McCann,...

Frank Merriwell had not interfered. While he did not believe in fighting, he knew Dick’s cause was just, and he had wished to see if the boy could take care of himself in such a...

Merry and his team had reached Minneapolis, and, having no game on hand, decided to witness the contest between the home team and St. Paul. The game proved an exciting one.

It was a great game after the bad first inning. Up to the eighth neither side made any further scores. In the last of the eighth, however, through wildness, Dick gave the first...

Then came a surprise, for Frank Merriwell retired to short and his brother took his place to pitch. Frank had set Dick to warming up as soon as they came in to the bench, and th...