[Chapter I.]1
[Chapter II.]8
[Chapter III.]17
[Chapter IV]23
[Chapter V.]28
[Chapter VI.]37
[Chapter VII.]46
[Chapter VIII.]50
[Chapter IX.]62
[Chapter X.]70
[Chapter XI.]79
[Chapter XII.]85
[Chapter XIII.]93
[Chapter XIV.]101
[Chapter XV.]109
[Chapter XVI.]116
[Chapter XVII.]123
[Chapter XVIII.]131
[Chapter XIX.]136
[Chapter XX.]145
[Chapter XXI.]152
[Chapter XXII.]158
[Chapter XXIII.]163
[Chapter XXIV.]171
[Chapter XXV.]178
[Chapter XXVI.]184
[Chapter XXVII.]194
[Chapter XXVIII.]199
[Chapter XXIX.]204
[Chapter XXX.]209
[Chapter XXXI.]218
[Chapter XXXII.]225
[Chapter XXXIII.]230
[Chapter XXXIV.]234

UNDER FIRE.


I.

"Well, Dave, it was a close game, but we managed to save ourselves after all their talk," said Tom Martin, referring to a baseball match of the previous day.

"Yes, but thanks to our lucky stars that Fred Worthington was with us. If John Rexford had kept him at the store, as I was afraid, we should have been badly beaten."

"He didn't play the whole game, did he?" asked Tom sarcastically.