Dick Merriwell's Fighting Chance; Or, The Split in the Varsity — John Shaqi
Dick Merriwell's Fighting Chance; Or, The Split in the VarsityStandish, Burt L.
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Dick Merriwell's Fighting Chance; Or, The Split in the Varsity
Standish, Burt L.
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Merriwell, Dick (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Yale University -- Juvenile fiction
150—Dick Merriwell’s Best Work
151—Dick Merriwell’s Distrust
152—Dick Merriwell’s Debt
153—Dick Merriwell’s Mastery
154—Dick Merriwell Adrift
155—Frank Merriwell’s Worst Boy
156—Dick Merriwell’s Close Call
157—Frank Merriwell’s Air Voyage
158—Dick Merriwell’s Black Star
159—Frank Merriwell in Wall Street
160—Frank Merriwell Facing His Foes
161—Dick Merriwell’s Stanchness
162—Frank Merriwell’s Hard Case
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Dick Merriwell’s Fighting Chance
OR
THE SPLIT IN THE VARSITY
By
BURT L. STANDISH
Author of the famous Merriwell stories.
[Illustration]
STREET & SMITH CORPORATION
PUBLISHERS
79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York
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Copyright, 1910
By STREET & SMITH
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Dick Merriwell’s Fighting Chance
All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign
languages, including the Scandinavian.
Printed in the U. S. A.
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DICK MERRIWELL’S FIGHTING CHANCE.
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CHAPTER I
A GATHERING IN DURFEE.
The comfortable sitting room in Durfee Hall, occupied by Dick Merriwell
and his Texas chum, Brad Buckhart, was filled to overflowing. Sprawling
among the cushions of the divan was Rudolph Rose, handsome,
high-spirited, and rather quick-tempered, but happy in the knowledge
that he had at last conquered the latter failing and thereby won a place
in Merriwell’s friendship.
Close beside him was Terry Baxter, quiet, almost too serious, but with a
keen sense of humor which showed in the appreciative gleam in his brown
eyes and the occasional terse, pithy remarks which he uttered in a
solemn manner, but which invariably sent the others into an uproar.
Eric Fitzgerald, slim, slight, and curly haired, dangled his legs from
one end of the table. He was so full of vim and life and go that he
reminded one of a particle of quicksilver, forever on the move; and on
the rare occasions when he did settle down for a moment, he usually
perched himself somewhere in a temporary manner, as if he were only
pausing for an instant before making another flight.
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