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The Winning Touchdown



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THE WINNING
TOUCHDOWN



A Story of College Football



BY

LESTER CHADWICK

AUTHOR OF "THE RIVAL PITCHERS," "A QUARTER-BACK'?
PLUCK," "BATTING TO WIN," ETC.



ILLUSTRATED



NEW YORK
CUPPLES f L LEON COMPANY



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BOOKS BY LESTER CHADWICK



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THE RIVAL PITCHERS
A Story of College Baseball

A QUARTER-BACK'S PLUCK
A Story of College Football

BATTING TO WIN

A Story of College Baseball

THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN
A Story of College Football

(Other volumes in preparation)
Cupples &* Leon Company, Publishers, New York



Copyright 1911, by
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN

Printed in U. S. A.



CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I A MYSTERY I

II MORE BAD NEWS 8

III ON THE TRAIL 19

IV ANOTHER DISAPPEARANCE 26

V FOOTBALL TALK 36

VI IN PRACTICE . 43

VII A NEW TIMEPIECE 53

VIII ANOTHER IDEA 61

IX A CLASH WITH LANGRIDGE 67

X THE BIG CALIFORNIAN 73

XI A NEW COMPLICATION 80

XII THE MISSING DEED 89

XIII THE FIRST GAME 98

XIV The HAZING OF SIMPSON 109

XV THE MIDNIGHT BLAZE 120

XVI ANOTHER CLEW 129

XVII A CRASH IN THE GALE 136

, XVIII WITH HAMMER AND SAW 141

XIX SUSPICIONS 150

XX THE CLOCK COMES BACK 158

XXI SEEKING EVIDENCE 167

XXII BASCOME DENIES 173

XXIII HALED TO COURT. 181



CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

XXIV DEFEAT 188

XXV BITTER DAYS 200

XXVI MOSES IN PHYSICS 206

XXVII THE DANCE CARD 213

XXVIII THE LEGAL BATTLE 225

XXIX ONE POINT LOST 233

XXX AN UNEXPECTED CLEW 240

XXXI AFTER THE CHAIR 249

XXXII "THIS ISN'T OURS !". 260

XXXIII A GREAT FIND 271

XXXIV THE EXCITED STRANGER 276

XXXV THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN 283



THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN



CHAPTER I

A MYSTERY

"GREAT Cicero's ghost!"

That was Tom Parson's exclamation.

"It's gone!"

A horrified gasp from Sid Henderson.

"Who took it?"

That was what Phil Clinton wanted to know.

Then the three college chums, who had paused
on the threshold of their room, almost spellbound
at the astounding discovery they had made, ad-
vanced into the apartment, as if unable to believe
what was only too evident. Tom came to a halt
near his bed, and gazed warily around.

"It's sure enough gone," he went on, with a
long breath.

"Somebody pinch me to see if I'm dreaming,"
begged Sid, and Phil gave him such a vigorous
nip on the fleshy part of his leg that the tall
youth howled.



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"Turn over; you're on your back/' advised
Tom, as he got down on his hands and knees to
peer under the beds.

"What are you looking for?" demanded Phil.

"Our old armchair, of course. I thought may-
be some of the fellows had been in here trying to
be funny, and had hidden it. But it isn't here
it's gone."

"As if it could be under a bed!" exploded Sid,
rubbing his leg reflectively. "You must be getting
batty!"

"Maybe he thought it could be reduced to frac-
tions or acted on by chemicals, like some of the
stuff in the laboratory test tubes," went on Phil.

"That's all right!" fired back the varsity
pitcher, rather sharply, "it's gone, isn't it? Our
old armchair, that stood by us, and "

"And on which we stood when we couldn't find
the stepladder," interrupted Phil.

"Oh, quit your kidding!'' expostulated Tom.
"The old chair's gone; isn't it?"

"You never said a truer word in all your life,
my boy," declared Sid, more gravely.

"Sort of queer, too," declared Phil. "It was
here when we went out to football practice, and



now "



"Well, all I've got to say is that I'd like to find
the fellow who took it!" broke out Tom, dramat-



A MYSTERY 3

ically. "I'd make a complaint to the proctor about
him."

"Oh, you wouldn't do that; would you, Tom?"
and Phil Clinton stepped over to a creaking old
sofa, and peered behind it, brushing up against
it, and causing a cloud of dust to blow out about
the room. "You wouldn't do that, Tom. Why,
it isn't Randall spirit to go to the authorities with
any of our troubles that can be settled otherwise."

"But this isn't an ordinary trouble!"' cried the
pitcher. "Our old chair has been taken, and I'm
going to find out who's got it. When I do "

He clenched his fists suggestively, and began
to strip off his football togs, preparatory to don-
ning ordinary clothes.

"It isn't back there," announced Phil, as he
leaned upright again, after a prolonged inspec-
tion behind the big sofa. "But there's a lot of
truck there. I think I see my trigonometry."
Getting down on his hands and knees, and reach-
ing under the antiquated piece of furniture, he
pulled out not one but several books.

"Oh, come out and let the stuff back of the sofa
alone," suggested Tom. "We can clean that out
some other time," for the big piece of furniture
formed a convenient "catch-all" for whatever hap-
pened to be in the way of the lads. If there was
anything they did not have any immediate use
for, and for which room could not be found in,



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or on, the "Chauffeurs," as Holly Cross used to
call the chiffonniers, back of the sofa it went,
until such time as the chums had an occasional
room-cleaning. Then many long-lost articles were
discovered.

"Yes, there's no use digging any more," added
Sid. "Besides, the chair couldn't be there."

"Some of the fellows might have jammed it ifc
back of the sofa, I thought," spoke Phil. "But
say, this is serious. We can't get along without
our chair!"

"I should say not," agreed Tom, who was al-
most dressed. "I'm going out scouting for it.
Bascome, Delafield or some of those fresh sports
may have taken it to get even with us."

"They knew we cared a lot for it," declared
Sid. "Ever since we had that row about it with
Langridge, the time we moved into these dormi-
tories, some of the fellows have rigged us about
it."

! 'If Langridge were here we could blame him,
and come pretty near being right," was Phil's
opinion. "But he's at Boxer Hall yet at least, I
suppose he is."

"Yes, he's on their eleven, too, I hear," added
Tom. "But this sure is a mystery, fellows. That
chair never walked away by itself. And it's too
heavy and awkward for one fellow to carry alone.
We've got to get busy and find it."



A MYSTERY 5

"We sure have," agreed Phil. "Why, the room
looks bare without it; doesn't it?"

"Almost like a funeral," came mournfully from
Sid, as he sank into the depths of the sofa. And
then a silence fell upon the inseparable chums, a
silence that seemed to fill the room, and which
was broken only by the ticking of a fussy little
alarm clock.

"Oh, hang it!" burst out Tom, as he loosened
his tie and made the knot over. "I can't under-
stand it! I'm going to see Wallops, the messen-
ger. Maybe he saw some one sneaking around



our rooms.'



"If we once get on the trail " said Phil,

significantly.

"It sure is rotten luck," spoke Sid, from the
depths of the sofa. "I don't have to do any
boning to-night, and I was counting on sitting in
that easy chair, and reading a swell detective
yarn Holly Cross loaned me. Now well, it's
rotten luck that's all."

"It certainly is!" agreed a voice at the door, as
the portal opened to give admittance to Dan
Woodhouse otherwise Kindlings. "Rotten luck
isn't the name for it. It's beastly! But how did
you fellows hear the news?"

"How did we hear it?" demanded Tom.
"Couldn't we see that it wasn't here as soon as
we got in our room, a few minutes ago? But



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how did you come to know of it? Say, Kindlings,
you didn't have a hand in it, did you?" and Tom
strode over toward the newcomer.

"Me have a hand in it? Why, great Caesar's
grandmother! Don't you suppose I'd have
stopped it if I could? I can't for the life of me,
though, understand where you heard it. Ed Kerr
only told me ten minutes ago, and he said I was
the first to know it."

"Ed Kerr !" gasped Phil. "Did he have a hand
in taking our old chair?"

"Your chair?" gasped Dan. "Who in the world
is talking about your fuzzy old chair?"

"Hold on!" cried Tom. "Don't you call our
chair names, Kindlings, or "

"Tell us how you heard about it," suggested
Sid.

"Say, are you fellows crazy, or am I?" de-
manded Dan, looking about in curious bewilder-
ment. "I come here with a piece of news, and
I find you firing conundrums at me about a chair
that I wouldn't sit in if you gave it to me."

"None of us is likely to sit in it now," spoke
Phil, gloomily.

"Why not?" asked Dan.

"Because it's gone!" burst out Tom.

"Stolen," added Sid.

"Vanished into thin air," continued Phil.

"And if that isn't rotten luck, I don't know



A MYSTERY 7

what you'd call it," put in the pitcher, after a
pause, long enough to allow the fact to sink into
Dan's mind. "Isn't it?"

"Say, that's nothing to what I've got to tell
you," spoke Dan. "Absolutely nothing. Talk
about a fuzzy, musty, old second-hand chair miss-
ing ! Why, do you fellows know that Ed Kerr is
going to leave the football team?"

"Leave the eleven?" gasped Phil.

"What for?" cried Tom.

"Is that a joke?" inquired Sid.

"I only wish it were," declared Dan, gloomily.
"It's only too true. Ed just got a telegram stat-
ing that his father is very ill, and has been ordered
abroad to the German baths. Ed has to go with
him. I was with him when he got the message,
and he told me about it. Then he went to see
Dr. Churchill, to arrange about leaving at once.
That's the rottenest piece of luck Randall ever
stacked up against. It's going to play hob with
the team, just as we were getting in shape to do
Boxer Hall and Fairview Institute. Talk about
a missing chair! Why, it simply isn't in it!"

Once more a gloomy silence, at which the fussy
little alarm clock seemed to rejoice exceedingly,
for it had the stage to itself, and ticked on re-
lentlessly.



CHAPTER II

MORE BAD NEWS

"AND so Ed is going to leave," mused Tom,
after a momentous pause. "It sure will make a
hole in the team."

"Oh, it's got me all broke up," gloomily de-
clared Kindlings, who was captain of the recently
organized eleven. "I don't know what I'm going
to do to fill his place, and Mr. Lighten, while
he says we'll make out somehow, feels pretty bad
over it. But it can't be helped, of course, for Ed
has to go."

For the time being, the news of the loss of one
of Randall's best football players overshadowed
the matter of the missing chair. Tom had
changed his mind about going out to see if he
could get on the trail of who had taken it, and
sat with Kindlings and his two other chums, dis-
cussing what could be done to replace Kerr as
right half-back.

"Bricktop Molloy might work in there," sug-

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MORE BAD NEWS 9

gested Phil, "only he's too good a tackle to take
out of the line."

"Why can't you go there yourself, Phil?" asked
Tom. "You've done some playing back of the
line."

"No, I need Phil at quarter," objected Dan.
"We'll have to think of something else. If I
didn't need you at end, Tom, I'd try you in Ed's
place."

"Oh, I'm no good bucking the line/' objected
the tall lad who pitched for the Varsity nine.

"What's the matter with one of the Jersey
Twins?" asked Sid.

"Both Jerry and Joe Jackson are too light,"
and Dan shook his head. There were many sug-
gestions, and various expedients offered, and, while
_ne discussion is under way perhaps a moment can
be spared to make our new readers a little better
acquainted with the main characters of this story.

In the initial volume of this "College Sports
Series," entitled, "The Rival Pitchers," there was
told the story of how Tom Parsons, a rather raw
country lad, came to Randall College, made the
Varsity nine, and twirled the horsehide in some
big games, thereby doing much to help win the
pennant for Randall. He had an uphill fight, for
Fred Langridge, a rich bully, contested with him
for the place in the box, and nearly won out.
There was fierce rivalry between them, not only



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in baseball, but concerning a certain Miss Madge
Tyler.

In the second volume, called "A Quarter-Back's
Pluck," there was related how Phil Clinton went
into the championship game under heavy odds, and
how he won out, though his mind dwelt more
on a fake telegram in his pocket, telling him that
his mother was dying, than on the game, and on
the players whom he at last piloted to victory.

A winter of study followed the games on the
gridiron, and with the advent of spring, longing
eyes were cast toward the baseball diamond
whereon, as soon as it was dry enough, the Ran-
dall lads gathered to prepare for the season.

In the third book of the series, called "Batting
to Win," there was told the story of how Randall
triumphed over her rivals, though at first it looked
as if she would lose. A loving cup had been
offered, to be played for by members of the
Tonoka Lake League, of which Randall College
was a member, and how it was won forms the
subject of the story.

Incidentally, there was quite a mystery con-
cerning Sidney Henderson, or "Sid," as he was
universally called. From the opening of the sea-
son his conduct was peculiar, and there were many
unjust suspicions regarding him. It was not until
near the end, when he had been barred from



MORE "BAD NEWS 11

the games, that the cause of his actions became
known.

Then, at the last moment, when Randall was
losing the final game of the series, which was a
tie between her team and that of Boxer Hall, the
ban was removed, Sid rushed upon the diamond,
and batted to win.

The baseball season had closed, summer had
come, and with it the long vacation. Now that
was passed, and from mountains, lakes and sea-
side the students had come trooping back to Ran-
dall. All our old friends were on hand, and
some new ones, whom we shall meet from time
to time. As the weather became cool enough,
the football squad had been put to work under
the watchful eye of Captain Dan Woodhouse,
and the coach, Mr. Lighten.

Before I go on with the story I want to add,
for the benefit of new readers, a little bit of his-
tory about the college.

Randall was located in a town of the middle
west, and not far from the institution ran Sunny
River, a stream that afforded boating opportuni-
ties for the students. It emptied into Tonoka
Lake, which body of water gave the name to the
athletic league, made up of Randall, Boxer Hall,
Fairview Institute, the latter a co-educational
place of learning, and several other smaller
academies. Haddonfield was the nearest town



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to Randall College, and thither the lads went
whenever chance afforded.

Venerable Dr. Albertus Churchill was the head
of the college, and even though he was privately
dubbed "Moses" by the lads, it was not in any
spirit of disrespect, for they all loved and ad-
mired him. It was quite the contrary with Pro-
fessor Emerson Tines, the "Latin dreadful," and
when I state that he was called "Pitchfork," his
character is indicated in a word. Hardly less
disliked was Mr. Andrew Zane, the proctor, who
seemed to have a sworn enmity against the lads.
But they managed to have fun in spite of him.
There were other members of the faculty, some
liked and some disliked, and occasionally there
were changes in the teaching staff.

As for Randall itself, it was a fairly large in-
stitution. There was the main building, at the
head of a large campus. Off to the left was the
athletic field, and somewhat to the rear was
Booker Memorial chapel, the stained glass win-
dows of which were worth going miles to see.

To the right of the college proper was Biology
Hall, the endowment gift of an old graduate,
and not far from that was the residence for the
faculty. Directly in the rear of the main build-
ing were the dormitories, the east one for the
freshmen and sophomores, and that on the west
for the juniors and seniors.



MORE BAD NEWS 13

As for the lads who attended Randall, you
will meet more or less of them as this story pro-
gresses. Sufficient to say that Tom Parsons, Phil
Clinton and Sid Henderson roomed together, be-
ing called the "inseparables." Among their
friends they numbered many, Dan Woodhouse,
Billy or "Dutch" Housenlager, "Bricktop" Mol-
loy, Jerry and Joe Jackson, dubbed the "Jersey
Twins," because they came from some town in
the Garden State. Then there was "Snail"
Looper, so called because of his propensity to
prowl about in the dark; Pete Backus, nicknamed
"Grasshopper," because he aspired to be a jumper;
"Bean" Perkins, who could always be depended
on to make a noise at a game, and many more.

There were some students not so friendly to
our heroes, notably Fred Langridge, who, be-
cause of a serious scrape, had withdrawn from
Randall and was now at Boxer Hall. Garvey
Gerhart, his crony, who appeared in previous
books, had also left, and Ford Fenton, whose
uncle always formed a subject of boasting with
him, because of the latter's former ability as a
coach at Randall, was among the missing. For
Ford played a mean trick on his classmates, and
there was such a row raised over it that his rela-
tives advised him to quit.

And now, I believe, you have met all, or nearly
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Of course there were the girls, Miss Tyler, and
Ruth Clinton Phil's sister, and Miss Mabel
Harrison, who attended Fairview. I will intro-
duce them more particularly in due season.

"Say, how can you fellows stand that?" asked
Dan, after a pause, during which they had all
done much thinking.

" Stand what?" asked Tom, starting out of a
day dream, in which thoughts over the loss of the
chair and the loss of Kerr on the football team
were mingled.

"That clock. It gives me the fidgets," and
Kindlings grabbing a book, made as if to throw
it at the timepiece.

With a quick motion, Phil stopped him, and
the volume fell harmlessly to the floor.

"It doesn't give you a chance to catch your
breath," went on the football captain. "Always
seems to want you to hurry-up."

"I wish it would make Sid hurry-up some morn-
ings, when the chapel bell rings," remarked Tom.
"The frowsy old misogynist the troglodyte
lies abed until the last minute. It would take
more than that clock to get him up."

"Slanderer!" crooned Sid, unconcernedly, from
the depths of the sofa.

"No, but seriously," went on Dan. "I can't
see how you stand it. It gives me the fidgets. It
seems to say 'hurry-up hurry-up hurry-up no.-



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time no-time no-time' ! Jove ! I'd get one of
those old Grandfather clocks, if I were you. The
kind that reminds one of an open fire, in a gloomy
old library, with a nice book, and ticking away like

this : 'tick tock tick tock.' That's the

kind of a clock to have. But that monstros-
ity "

He simulated a shudder, and turned up his coat
collar as if a wind was blowing down his back.

"Oh, you're just nervous worrying about what's
going to happen to-the football team," spoke Phil.
"Cheer up, old man, the worst is yet to come.
Suppose you'd been robbed of the finest armchair
that ever you sat in "

"Finest fiddlesticks!" burst out Dan. "That
chair had spinal meningitis, I guess, or the dink-
bots. Every time you sat in it you could tell how
many springs there were in the seat and back
without counting. Ugh!" and Dan rubbed his
spine reflectively.

"But it's gone," went on Tom, "and I'd give
a five-spot to know who took it. Come on, fel-
lows, let's go scouting around and see if we can
get on the trail of it. I'm glad they didn't take
the clock or the sofa," and he gazed at the two
remaining articles which formed the most cher-
ished possessions of the inseparables. They had
acquired the clock, chair and sofa some time be-
fore, purchasing them from a former student on



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the occasion of their becoming roommates, and
though they had since secured many new objects
of virtu, their affections clung to these three origi-
nals.

Their room was a typical college lads' apart-
ment, hung with sporting prints, boxing gloves,
foils, masks, baseball bats, fishing rods, and m
certain places, like honored shrines, were the pic-
tures of pretty girls.

"Well, are you fellows coming?" asked Tom,
as he started for the door.

"Where?" inquired Phil, who still had on his
football suit.

"To hunt for the chair. It must be somewhere
around the college. I think it was taken for a
joke, and if it was by any freshmen I'll make 'em
wish they'd never come to Randall."

"I'm with you!" cried Sid.

"Oh, let's stay and talk about what we're going
to do for the eleven!" begged Dan. "But, for
the love of cats, first stop that blamed clock, if
you don't want me to go crazy!"

His objection was so evidently genuine, that
Phil halted the ticking by the simple process of
jabbing a toothpick in the slot of the timepiece
regulator.

"That's better," observed Kindlings. "Now,
about Ed Kerr, I think the best we can do is



to -"



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He got no further, for the door of the room
was fairly burst open, and in came the Jersey
Twins.

"Have you heard the news?" demanded Joe
Jackson.

"The news?' 1 ' echoed Jerry.
"Sure! We knew it first," said Phil. "You
mean about our chair being stolen."
"Oh, hang your chair!" cried Dan.
"It's nothing about chairs," said Jerry, with a
curious look.

"Not a word," came the echo.
"It's worse," went on Jerry.
"Much worse;" the echo.
"Oh, you mean about Ed Kerr having to leave,"
spoke Dan. "How'd you hear it so soon? It
will be all over college to-night, I guess."
"Ed Kerr going to leave?" gasped Jerry.
"Ed Kerr?" also gasped the echoing brother.
"Yes. Is that what you came to tell us?' 1 ' de-
manded Sid, as he got up from the sofa, not with-
out some rather strenuous gymnastics, for once
you sank into the soft depths, it was difficult to
arise unaided.

"No, we don't know anything about Ed leav-
ing," went on Jerry, as he looked from one to the
other, "but Bricktop Molloy just told us that he

was going to quit next week, and go to "

- "Bricktop going to leave !" gasped Dan. "More



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bad news! Will it never stop raining!" and he
clung heavily with his arms around Tom's neck.

"Say, is this straight?" demanded Phil, excit-
edly.

"Sure! Bricktop told us himself," answered
Joe.

"Where's he going?" inquired Sid.

"To New York. Going to take a special post-
graduate course at Columbia, he said. He's got
a chance to get in with some big mining firm, and
he's got to work up on a few special studies. Oh,
Bricktop is going to leave all right."

"Then what's to become of the Randall foot-
ball eleven?' demanded Dan, in a tragic voice.
"Two of her best players going to leave, and
hardly time enough to break other fellows into
their places before the big games! Oh, fellows,
this is sure beastly luck!"



CHAPTER III

ON THE TRAIL

OPPRESSIVE silence once more filled the room
a silence unbroken by the ticking of the clock this
time, for it was mute, because of the toothpick.
But its accusing face seemed to look at the three
chums, as though begging to be allowed to speak,
even if it did but mark the passage of time.

"Maybe we can prevail on Bricktop to stay until
after the big game with Boxer Hall," suggested
Tom, hopefully.

Jerry Jackson shook his head mournfully.

"I've tried it," he said. "I knew it would be
a bad loss, so I asked Bricktop to stay, but he
said his whole future depended on this chance, and
he wouldn't feel that he was doing right if he let
it slip."

"Talk about futures," murmured Dan, "what
of the future of Randall?"

"It does seem sort of tough for Bricktop to
leave just when we've all got so we play so well to-
gether," commented Sid. "And only to go to
another college, too ! It isn't like Ed, who has

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to go with his sick father. I tell you Bricktop
isn't doing right! He's deserting in the face of
the enemy, for both Boxer Hall and Fairview are
after our scalps this fall, because of the walloping
we gave them last season. Bricktop's a deserter !"

"Oh, don't be ugly," begged Tom. "Maybe
we don't know all the facts. I'm sure Bricktop
wouldn't do anything mean."

"Oh, of course not," Sid hastened to say, "but
you know what I mean. If Bricktop "

"Who's takin' me name in vain?" demanded a
voice at the door a voice with just the hint of
Irish brogue and into the room was thrust a
shock of auburn not to say reddish hair, which


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