The High School Freshmen

The High School Freshmen

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Title: The High School Freshmen Dick & Co.'s First Year Pranks and
Sports
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 23, 2004 [EBook #12689]
Language: English
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THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN or Dick & Co.'s First Year Pranks
and Sports
By H. Irving Hancock

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS
I. "The High School Sneak" II. Dick & Co. After the School Board's

Scalps III. Not So Much of a Freshman IV. Captain of the Hounds V.
The "Muckers" and the "Gentleman" VI. Fred Offers to Solve the
Locker Mystery VII. Dick's Turn to Get a Jolt VIII. Only a
"Suspended" Freshman Now IX. Laura Bentley is Wide Awake X. Tip
Scammon Talks---But Not Enough XI. The Welcome With a Big "W"
XII. Dick & Co. Give Football a New Boost XIII. "The Oath of the
Dub" XIV. On the Gridiron with Cobber Second XV. Gridley Faces
Disaster XVI. The Fake Kick, Two Ways XVII. Dick's "Find" Makes
Gridley Shiver XVIII. Fred Slides into the Freeze XIX. Dick & Co.
Show Some Team Work XX. Out for That Toboggan XXI. Thanks
Served with Hate XXII. The Only Freshman at the Senior Ball XXIII.
The Nitroglycerine Mystery Speaks Up XXIV. The Capture of the
Bank Robbers XXV. Conclusion

CHAPTER I
THE HIGH SCHOOL SNEAK
"I say you did!" cried Fred Ripley, hotly. Dick Prescott's cheeks turned
a dull red as he replied, quietly, after swallowing a choky feeling in his
throat:
"I have already told you that I did not do it."
"Then who did do the contemptible thing?" insisted Ripley, sneeringly.
Fully forty boys, representing all the different classes at the Gridley
High School, stood looking on at this altercation in the school grounds.
Half a dozen of the girls, too, hovered in the background, interested, or
curious, though not venturing too close to what might turn out to be a
fight in hot blood.
"If I knew," rejoined Dick, in that same quiet voice, in which one older
in the world's ways might have detected the danger-signal, "I wouldn't
tell you."
"Bah!" jeered Fred Ripley, hotly.

"Perhaps you mean that you don't believe me?" said Prescott
inquiringly.
"I don't!" laughed Ripley, shortly, bitterly.
"Oh!"
A world of meaning surged up in that exclamation. It was as though
bright, energetic, honest Dick Prescott had been struck a blow that he
could not resent. This, indeed, was the fact.
"See here, Ripley-----" burst, indignantly, from Dick Prescott's lips, as
his face went white and then glowed a deeper red than before.
"Well, kid?" sneered Ripley.
"If I didn't have a hand---the right hand, at that---that is too crippled,
today, I'd pound your words down your mouth."
"Oh, your hand?" retorted Ripley, confidently. "The yarn about that
hand is another lie."
Dick's injured right hand came out of the jacket pocket in which it had
rested. With his left hand he flung down his cap.
"I'll fight---you---anyway!" Prescott announced, slowly.
There were a few faint cheers, though some of the older High School
boys looked serious. Fair play was an honored tradition in Gridley.
Ripley, however, had thrown down his cap at once, hurling his
strapped-up school books aside at the same time.
"Wait a moment," commanded Frank Thompson, stepping forward. He
was a member of the first class, a member of the school eleven, and a
husky young fellow who could enforce his opinions at need.
"Get back, Thomp," retorted Ripley. "The cub wants to fight, and he's
got to."

"Not if he has an injured hand," retorted Frank, quickly.
"He hasn't," jeered Ripley. "And he's got so fight, if he has four lame
hands."
"He can fight, then, yes," agreed Thompson. "But remember, Fred, it's
allowable, when a fellow's crippled, to fight by substitute."
"Substitute?" asked Fred, looking uncomfortable.
"Yes; I'll take his place, if Prescott will let me," volunteered Frank
Thompson, coolly.
"You? I guess not," snorted Ripley. "I won't stand for that. I'm a third
classman, and you're a first classman. You're half as big again as I am,
and-----"
"The odds wouldn't be as bad as you're proposing to take out of this
poor little freshman with the crippled hand," insisted Thompson. "So
get ready to meet me. I'll allow one of my hands to be tied, if you
want."
Yet even this proposition couldn't be made alluring