XV. TOM'S SILENCE
XVI. TOM SEEKS CLEWS
XVII. THE EMPTY BOTTLE
XVIII. ON THE TRAIL
XIX. DISAPPOINTMENT
XX. MORE SEEKING
XXI. IN THE STORM
XXII. THE RAGGED MAN
XXIII. THE PURSUIT
XXIV. CORNERED
XXV. EXPLANATIONS




TOM FAIRFIELD'S PLUCK AND LUCK

CHAPTER I

AN INDIGNATION MEETING

"Well, well, by all that's good! If it isn't Tom Fairfield back again!
How are you, old man?"

"Oh, fine and dandy! My! but it's good to see the old place again,
Morse," and the tall, good-looking lad whom the other had greeted so
effusively held out his hand--a firm, brown hand that told of a summer
spent in the open.

"Any of our boys back, Morse?" went on Tom Fairfield, as he looked