Part 1 (1/2)
The Rover Boys Down East.
by Arthur M. Winfield.
INTRODUCTION
My Dear Boys: This is a complete story in itself, but forms the fifteenth volume of the ”Rover Boys Series for Young Americans.”
Twelve years ago the line was started with the publication of the first three stories, ”The Rover Boys at School,” ”On the Ocean,” and ”In the Jungle.” I earnestly hoped that the young people would like the tales, but never did I antic.i.p.ate the tremendously enthusiastic welcome which was given to the volumes from the start, nor the steady sale, ever increasing, which has been accorded the series up to the present time.
The publication of the first three books immediately called for a fourth, ”The Rover Boys Out West,” and then followed yearly ”On the Great Lakes,”
”In Camp,” ”On Land and Sea,” ”On the River,” ”On the Plains,” ”In Southern Waters,” ”On the Farm,” ”On Treasure Isle,” and then ”At College,” where we last left our heroes.
d.i.c.k, Tom and Sam are older than when we first made their acquaintance and told how they went to Putnam Hall. They are now college boys, attending a well-known inst.i.tution of learning in the middle-west. But though older, they are as lively as ever, and Tom, at least, is just as full of fun. They have a great struggle to save the Stanhope fortune, and have to work hard to get the best of several enemies. They take a long journey Down East, and their adventures are both mysterious and exciting.
Again I take this opportunity to thank my friends, both young and old, for all the nice things they have said about my books. I am more than sorry that I cannot answer all the letters that pour in upon me from everywhere praising the stories. I earnestly hope the present volume will please all my readers and do them some good.
Affectionately and sincerely yours,
Edward Stratemeyer
CHAPTER I
A GAME OF BASEBALL
”Hurrah! that's the way to do it!”
”Now, then, Tom, see if you can't bring d.i.c.k home!”
”Give him a swift one, Frank! Don't let him hit it!” cried Sam Rover, merrily.
”I'll knock it down into the river!” retorted Tom Rover, as he caught up a bat and walked to the home plate.
”I'm waiting for you, Tom!” sang out d.i.c.k Rover, who had just reached second base on a beautiful drive to right field. ”Come now, it's time we tied the score.”
”Everybody in the game!” yelled Stanley Browne, who was in the coacher's box. ”Here is where we do 'em up!”
”Get ready to run, d.i.c.k!” came from Songbird Powell. ”Tom is going to land it on the other side of the river.”
”If he does that I'll walk home,” answered d.i.c.k, with a grin.
”Now then, here is where Tom misses!” called out Sam, who was behind the bat, and he thumped his fist in his catcher's mitt. ”Give him a double-ender curve, Frank.”
”Oh, I'll give him a regular corkscrew curl,” retorted Frank Holden, who occupied the pitcher's box. ”Tom, prepare to die!” And he drew back to pitch the ball.
Eighteen of the students of Brill College were having a game of baseball on the athletic field of that inst.i.tution of learning. The regular season for baseball was at an end, and the youths had fixed up their nines to suit themselves, with d.i.c.k Rover as captain of one side and Frank Holden as captain on the other. On d.i.c.k's side were his brother Tom, and a number of their chums, while Sam was doing the catching for Frank.
It was only a friendly contest and all of the students were in the best of spirits. The main examinations for the term were practically over, and in a few days more the students were to scatter for the summer vacation.