THE LUCKY SEVENTH

By Ralph Henry Barbour

The Brother of a Hero
Benton’s Venture
Around the End
The Junior Trophy
Change Signals!
Finkler’s Field
For Yardley
The New Boy at Hilltop
Winning His “Y”
Double Play
Forward Pass!
The Spirit of the School
Four Afloat
Weatherby’s Inning
The Half-Back
On Your Mark
Four in Camp
Four Afoot
For the Honor of the School
Captain of the Crew
Behind the Line
The Arrival of Jimpson

D. APPLETON & COMPANY, NEW YORK

“There was a bump, a crash, the sound of splintering wood, and——”

THE LUCKY SEVENTH

BY
RALPH HENRY BARBOUR

AUTHOR OF “THE BROTHER OF A HERO,”
“BENTON’S VENTURE,” ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY
NORMAN P. ROCKWELL

NEW YORK AND LONDON
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1915

Copyright, 1915, by
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

Printed in the United States of America

CONTENTS

I. Gordon Gets a Letter
II. Dick Consents
III. A Rich Man’s Son
IV. The Team Elects Its Captain
V. Dick Visits the Point
VI. Clearfield Plays the Point
VII. The Blue Runabout
VIII. Across the Gully
IX. Mr. Merrick Breaks a Plate
X. Gordon Bears a Message
XI. Fudge Scents a Secret
XII. A Reversed Decision
XIII. Jack Is Suspended
XIV. A Visit To the Invalid
XV. On the Rocks
XVI. Dick Scores a Defeat
XVII. Harold Makes a Promise
XVIII. The Live Wires—and Mr. Potter
XIX. Mr. Potter Gets Busy
XX. Mr. Brent to the Rescue
XXI. Mr. Brent Telephones
XXII. Gordon Brings Good News
XXIII. Mr. Brent Throws a Ball
XXIV. Dick Smiles
XXV. “The Lucky Seventh”

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

“There was a bump, a crash, the sound of splintering wood——”
“‘Good-night,’ responded Gordon and Fudge”
“Dick took Louise to the game on Saturday”
“The Lucky Seventh had proved itself”

CHAPTER I
GORDON GETS A LETTER

When Gordon Merrick neared the corner of Troutman Street he slowed down his bicycle and finally drew in at the curb, putting out a foot to hold himself in the saddle while he deliberated. So deep in thought was he that when the yellow watering cart trundled up, the driver half asleep under the blue and white umbrella, he never knew of it until the sprinkler had drenched him from foot to knee. The driver awoke at that moment and, looking back, saw Gordon.

“Hi, there!” he shouted. “Look out!”

Gordon, aroused from his thoughts by the unexpected bath, smiled.

“Why?” he asked. “Are you coming back?”

The joke was lost on the driver of the watering cart, however. He only scowled and settled back to slumber again. Gordon chuckled, and glanced ruefully at his drenched trouser-leg. Except for the looks of that no harm had been done, for it was a hot morning in early July and the feeling of the cool water against his leg had been decidedly pleasant. Evidently the incident had brought a decision in the weighty problem which had confronted him, for with no more hesitation he turned his wheel to the left and peddled on down E Street.

“I’ll talk to Dick about it,” he said to himself. “He always knows what to do.”

The Loverings lived in the third house from