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Title: The Chums of Scranton High on the Cinder Path

Author: Donald Ferguson

Release Date: August 22, 2004 [EBook #13251]

Language: English

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THE CHUMS OF SCRANTON HIGH

On the Cinder Path

BY

DONALD FERGUSON

THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO.

CLEVELAND, O. NEW YORK, N. Y.

Copyright, MCMXIX

by

THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO.

Printed in the United States of America

by

THE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING CO,

CLEVELAND, O.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE FIVE NUT FORAGERS
II. ON THE OLD QUARRY ROAD
III. TALKING OF GHOSTS
IV. IN TRAINING FOR THE GREAT TOURNAMENT
V. TREACHERY IN THE AIR
VI. THE PROWLER
VII. CAUGHT IN THE ACT
VIII. LEON PROMISES TO REFORM
IX. SCRANTON IN GALA ATTIRE
X. WHEN MUSCLES COUNTED
XI. THE CRISIS IN CLAUDE'S LIFE
XII. STARTLING NEWS FROM THE JUGGINS BOY
XIII. TO THE RESCUE OF "K. K."
XIV. THE SEARCHING PARTY
XV. PROWLING AROUND THE QUARRY
XVI. A FRIENDLY "GHOST"
XVII. SCRANTON'S "OPEN HOUSE" DAY
XVIII. THE GREAT MARATHON RACE
XIX. ON THE FINAL MILE OF THE COURSE
XX. THE BOY WHO WON--CONCLUSION

THE CHUMS OF SCRANTON HIGH

CHAPTER I

THE FIVE NUT FORAGERS

The bright October sun was half-way down the western sky one Saturday
afternoon. Two-thirds of the Fall month had already gone, and the
air was becoming fairly crisp in the early mornings.

All around the forest trees were painted various shades of bright
scarlet, burnt umber brown and vivid gold by the practiced fingers of
that master artist, the Frost-King. Flocks of robins and blackbirds
were gathering rather late this year, preparatory to taking their
annual pilgrimage to the warm Southland. They flew overhead at times
in vast numbers, making a tremendous chatter.

A noisy bunch of crows cawed unceasingly amidst the treetops as a
large, lumbering old automobile passed along t