The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts; Or, Winning Out in the Big Tournament

ell," shouted Dill Dodd. He did. His companio

rded them with

that the Tramp Boys really had lost their minds. They had for the moment lost their heads, but not their minds.

at George had been reading the paper at the time of his outburst, she reached for

as good as done. Oh, who would have thought it! I said there were no miracles that could ha

might pause long enough to

f writing paper from the tent, but not before Tommy had handed him the newspap

ered me a hopeless ca

ot this off my mind. Oh, this is great!" George

your word for it, you see, not

he outfit?" demanded Baker, sta

am," answ

hounds, especially when there's a square meal at the other end. I want you to take this to Meadow-Brook at top speed. If

t when I get to Meadow-Br

" explode

ma

eight," dr

graph, o

all about?"

real thing. Listen, I tell you: 'You said you would do anything on earth for me. If you mean it, wire me that you are coming here on the next train ready to serve me to the limit for the

e open space and disappearing in the forest beyond. Captain Baker sat

in my life. Think that will

hom?" as

ram of the whole thing?" ret

Sam. "That's all righ

Never hear of P. Earlington Disbrow

not a walking edition of

dark," interjected Harrie

ble," agreed Tommy with emphasis.

made a help

low, measured words, "is an Englishman-an

nned an

nis players in the world, champion of all England

isbrow fellow is an Englishman-from England-and you've

ver the ocean. He is in New York, and I

for us at the tourna

om the newspaper: 'P. Earlington Disbrow, the well-known tennis champion, arrived in New York on the "Caledonian" yesterday. When interviewed as to the purpose of his visit to America, he denied that he had come here for the purpose of arranging an

h a pull with this fellow?" questioned Sam. "Is

knew what he was doing when he sent

us. A floating spar had hit him on the head while he was swimming in the surf. But I wasn't far away, so I just swam over and dragged him ashore. That's the kind of a drag it is, Samuel. P. E. naturally was grateful. This is what he

was so strong as

us?" wondered Harriet. "Would

l. "P. E. may pay no attention to George's telegram,

real man. Certain persons who were opposed to him in matches didn't know this fact till they faced him across the nets; then they found out in

answered t

e Atlantic. What a glorious thing to think that he may be here to instruct us! He could show us ho

a side with two other girls opposed to you, while Hazel and Grace are playing together on another court against another pair of girls. If either of you win a

ered Harriet Burr

w," reminded George. They took up their work with new courage, and all during that

camp. He was waving a yellow sheet over his head. He had been fortunate enough

ou so. Listen to this, ladies of the Meadow-Brook organization and gentlemen of the Tramp Club, listen to what the champion of Engla

ovider?" demanded the

the air, uttering a series of wild whoops, to wh

than ever before. While Harriet and Hazel were getting the supper, to which the boys had bee

she, too, go in and bring the visitor back in her car. This Miss Elting did not approve. George said it would be unnecessary, that he could get some one to drive ou

n foot for the village, more than ten miles away. However, they did not in the

fect order for the guest, and the Tramp Boys in their own camp had set aside a small tent for Disbrow, making the interior of the tent as comfortable as possible. If he thought best after reach

, which they had hoped to share with Disbrow. The boys refused to eat with them. The former were becoming gloomy. They felt that

ed Sam suddenly, while the gi

lost his former springiness of step, his alert manner. He was dragging himself along as though worn out with fatigue. Charlie Mabie wa

g more slowly. Harriet knew from George Baker's attitud

at's the matter?

against a sapling. The Tramp Boys and the Meadow-Brook Girls gathe

rrow, gone up the blooming spout. Don't ever speak to me of it again; d

at it is all about we might offer

ng. I tell you it's

gnizing it to be a telegraphic message. The guardia