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Chapter 8: Arrays and Strings

TRUE/FALSE

1. All components of an array are of the same data type.

ANS: T PTS: 1 REF: 507

2. The array index can be any integer less than the array size.

ANS: F PTS: 1 REF: 509

3. The statement int list[25]; declares list to be an array of 26 components, since the array
index starts at 0.

ANS: F PTS: 1 REF: 509

4. Given the declaration int list[20]; the statement list[12] = list[5] + list[7];
updates the content of the twelfth component of the array list.

ANS: F PTS: 1 REF: 509

5. Suppose list is a one dimensional array of size 25, wherein each component is of type int. Further,
suppose that sum is an int variable. The following for loop correctly finds the sum of the elements
of list.

sum = 0;

for (int i = 0; i < 25; i++)

sum = sum + list;

ANS: F PTS: 1 REF: 512

6. If an array index goes out of bounds, the program always terminates in an error.

ANS: F PTS: 1 REF: 515

7. Arrays can be passed as parameters to a function by value, but it is faster to pass them by reference.

ANS: F PTS: 1 REF: 518

8. When you pass an array as a parameter, the base address of the actual array is passed to the formal
parameter.

ANS: T PTS: 1 REF: 523

9. The one place where C++ allows aggregate operations on arrays is the input and output of C-strings.

ANS: T PTS: 1 REF: 539

10. In a two-dimensional array, the elements are arranged in a table form.

 ANS: T PTS: 1 REF: 557

MULTIPLE CHOICE

1. Which of the following statements declares alpha to be an array of 25 components of the type int?
a. int alpha[25]; c. int alpha[2][5];
b. int array alpha[25]; d. int array alpha[25][25];
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 507-508

2. Assume you have the following declaration char nameList[100];. Which of the following
ranges is valid for the index of the array nameList?
a. 0 through 99 c. 1 through 100
b. 0 through 100 d. 1 through 101
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 509

3. Assume you have the following declaration int beta[50];. Which of the following is a valid
element of beta?
a. beta['2'] c. beta[0]
b. beta['50'] d. beta[50]
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 509

4. Assume you have the following declaration double salesData[1000];. Which of the following
ranges is valid for the index of the array salesData?
a. 0 through 999 c. 1 through 1001
b. 0 through 1000 d. 1 through 1000
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 509

5. Suppose that sales is an array of 50 components of type double. Which of the following correctly
initializes the array sales?
a. for (int 1 = 1; j <= 49; j++)
sales[j] = 0;
b. for (int j = 1; j <= 50; j++)
sales[j] = 0;
c. for (int j = 0; j <= 49; j++)
sales[j] = 0.0;
d. for (int j = 0; j <= 50; j++)
sales[j] = 0.0;
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 512

6. Suppose that list is an array of 10 components of type int. Which of the following codes correctly
outputs all the elements of list?

a. for (int j = 1; j < 10; j++)

cout << list[j] << " ";
cout << endl;

b. for (int j = 0; j <= 9; j++)

cout << list[j] << " ";
cout << endl;
 c. for (int j = 1; j < 11; j++)
cout << list[j] << " ";
cout << endl;

d. for (int j = 1; j <= 10; j++)

cout << list[j] << " ";
cout << endl;

ANS: B PTS: 1 REF: 512

7. What is the output of the following C++ code?

int list[5] = {0, 5, 10, 15, 20};

int j;

for (j = 0; j < 5; j++)

cout << list[j] << " ";
cout << endl;

a. 0 1 2 3 4 c. 0 5 10 15 20
b. 0 5 10 15 d. 5 10 15 20
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 512

8. What is the value of alpha[2] after the following code executes?

int alpha[5];
int j;

for (j = 0; j < 5; j++)

alpha[j] = 2 * j + 1;

a. 1 c. 5
b. 4 d. 6
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 512

9. What is the output of the following C++ code?

int alpha[5] = {2, 4, 6, 8, 10};

int j;

for (j = 4; j >= 0; j--)

cout << alpha[j] << " ";
cout << endl;

a. 2 4 6 8 10 c. 8 6 4 2 0
b. 4 3 2 1 0 d. 10 8 6 4 2
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 512

10. What is the output of the following C++ code?

 int list[5] = {0, 5, 10, 15, 20};
int j;

for (j = 1; j <= 5; j++)

cout << list[j] << " ";
cout << endl;

a. 0 5 10 15 20 c. 5 10 15 20 20
b. 5 10 15 20 0 d. Code results in index out-of-bounds
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 515-516

11. Suppose that gamma is an array of 50 components of type int and j is an int variable. Which of the
following for loops sets the index of gamma out of bounds?
a. for (j = 0; j <= 49; j++)
cout << gamma[j] << " ";
b. for (j = 1; j < 50; j++)
cout << gamma[j] << " ";
c. for (j = 0; j <= 50; j++)
cout << gamma[j] << " ";
d. for (j = 0; j <= 48; j++)
cout << gamma[j] << " ";
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 515-516

12. Consider the following declaration: int alpha[5] = {3, 5, 7, 9, 11};. Which of the
following is equivalent to this statement?
a. int alpha[] = {3, 5, 7, 9, 11};
b. int alpha[] = {3 5 7 9 11};
c. int alpha[5] = [3, 5, 7, 9, 11];
d. int alpha[] = (3, 5, 7, 9, 11);
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 516

13. In C++, the null character is represented as ____.

a. '\0' c. '0'
b. "\0" d. "0"
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 535

14. Which of the following correctly declares name to be a character array and stores "William" in it?
a. char name[6] = "William";
b. char name[7] = "William";
c. char name[8] = "William";
d. char name[8] = 'William';
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 536

15. Consider the following declaration: char str[15];. Which of the following statements stores
"Blue Sky" into str?
a. str = "Blue Sky";
b. str[15] = "Blue Sky";
c. strcpy(str, "Blue Sky");
d. strcpy("Blue Sky");
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 537
16. Consider the following declaration:
char charArray[51];
char discard;

Assume that the input is:

Hello There!
How are you?

What is the value of discard after the following statements execute?

cin.get(charArray, 51);
cin.get(discard);

a. discard = ' ' (Space) c. discard = '\n'

b. discard = '!' d. discard = '\0'
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 540

17. Consider the following statement: double alpha[10][5];. The number of components of
alpha is ____.
a. 15 c. 100
b. 50 d. 150
ANS: B PTS: 1 REF: 544

18. Consider the statement int list[10][8];. Which of the following about list is true?
a. list has 10 rows and 8 columns.
b. list has 8 rows and 10 columns.
c. list has a total of 18 components.
d. list has a total of 108 components.
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 544

19. Consider the following statement: int alpha[25][10];. Which of the following statements about
alpha is true?
a. Rows of alpha are numbered 0...24 and columns are numbered 0...9.
b. Rows of alpha are numbered 0...24 and columns are numbered 1...10.
c. Rows of alpha are numbered 1...24 and columns are numbered 0...9.
d. Rows of alpha are numbered 1...25 and columns are numbered 1...10.
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 544

20. Which of the following correctly declares and initializes alpha to be an array of four rows and three
columns with the component type int?
a. int alpha[4][3] = {{0,1,2} {1,2,3} {2,3,4} {3,4,5}};
b. int alpha[4][3] = {0,1,2; 1,2,3; 2,3,4; 3,4,5};
c. int alpha[4][3] = {0,1,2: 1,2,3: 2,3,4: 3,4,5};
d. int alpha[4][3] = {{0,1,2}, {1,2,3}, {2,3,4}, {3,4,5}};
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 546

21. After the following statements execute, what are the contents of matrix?
 int matrix[3][2];
int j, k;

for (j = 0; j < 3; j++)

for (k = 0; k < 2; k++)
matrix[j][k] = j + k;

a. 0 0 c. 0 1
1 1 1 2
2 2 2 3
b. 0 1 d. 1 1
2 3 2 2
4 5 3 3
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 548-550

22. Given the following declaration:

int j;
int sum;
double sale[10][7];

which of the following correctly finds the sum of the elements of the fifth row of sale?
a. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 7; j++)
sum = sum + sale[5][j];
b. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 7; j++)
sum = sum + sale[4][j];
c. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 10; j++)
sum = sum + sale[5][j];
d. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 10; j++)
sum = sum + sale[4][j];
ANS: B PTS: 1 REF: 550

23. Given the following declaration:

int j;
int sum;
double sale[10][7];

which of the following correctly finds the sum of the elements of the fourth column of sale?
a. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 7; j++)
sum = sum + sale[j][3];
b. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 7; j++)
sum = sum + sale[j][4];
c. sum = 0;
for(j = 0; j < 10; j++)
sum = sum + sale[j][4];
d. sum = 0;
 for(j = 0; j < 10; j++)
sum = sum + sale[j][3];
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 551

24. In row order form, the ____.

a. first row is stored first c. first column is stored first
b. first row is stored last d. first column is stored last
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 552

25. A collection of a fixed number of elements (called components) arranged in n dimensions (n>=1) is
called a(n) ____.
a. matrix c. n-dimensional array
b. vector d. parallel array
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 557

COMPLETION

1. A data type is called ____________________ if variables of that type can store only one value at a
time.

ANS: simple

PTS: 1 REF: 506

2. In a(n) ____________________ data type, each data item is a collection of other data items.

ANS: structured

PTS: 1 REF: 506

3. Complete the following statement so that it outputs the array sales.

double sales[10];
int index;

for (index = 0; index < 10; index++)

cout << ____________________ << " ";

ANS: sales[index]

PTS: 1 REF: 512

4. The word ____________________ is used before the array declaration in a function heading to
prevent the function from modifying the array.

ANS: const

PTS: 1 REF: 519

5. The ____________________ of an array is the address (that is, the memory location) of the first array
component.
 ANS: base address

PTS: 1 REF: 521

6. The ____________________ sort algorithm finds the location of the smallest element in the unsorted
portion of the list and moves it to the top of the unsorted portion of the list.

ANS: selection

PTS: 1 REF: 530-531

7. For a list of length n, the ____________________ sort makes exactly (n(n - 1))/2 key
comparisons and 3(n-1) item assignments.

ANS: selection

PTS: 1 REF: 535

8. The declaration char str[] = "Hello there"; declares str to be a string of

____________________ characters.

ANS:
12
twelve

PTS: 1 REF: 535-536

9. The function ____________________ returns the length of the string s, excluding the null character.

ANS: strlen(s)

PTS: 1 REF: 537

10. The statement strlen("Marylin Stewart"); returns ____________________.

ANS: 15

PTS: 1 REF: 537-538

11. The following statements store the value ____________________ into len.

int len;
len = strlen("Sunny California");

ANS: 16

PTS: 1 REF: 537-538

12. The header file string contains the function ____________________,which converts a value of type
string to a null-terminated character array.

ANS: c_str
 PTS: 1 REF: 541

13. Two (or more) arrays are called ____________________ if their corresponding components hold
related information.

ANS: parallel

PTS: 1 REF: 542

14. The following statement creates alpha to be a two-dimensional array with

____________________ rows.

int alpha[10][25];

ANS:
10
ten

PTS: 1 REF: 544

15. In the following declaration, the array gamma has ____________________ components.

int gamma[5][6][10];

ANS:
300
three hundred

PTS: 1 REF: 558

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 BOUND TO
SUCCEED
Or

Mail Order Frank’s Chances

BY

ALLEN CHAPMAN
AUTHOR OF “THE HEROES OF THE SCHOOL,” “NED WILDING’S
DISAPPEARANCE,” “FRANK ROSCOE’S SECRET,” “FENN
MASTERSON’S DISCOVERY,” “BART KEENE’S
HUNTING DAYS,” ETC., ETC.
 Copyright, 1907, by
Cupples & Leon Company
 CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Waking Up 1
II. A Five-Dollar Job 11
III.A Business Call 19
IV. A Break for Liberty 28
V. The Balloonist’s Rescue 37
VI. “Mail Order Frank” 51
VII. Strictly Business 57
VIII. A Step Forward 67
IX. Sense and System 76
X. A Visit To the City 87
XI. A Friend in Need 99
XII. A Boy With a Mystery 109
XIII. A Good Start 117
XIV. A Mean Enemy 126
XV. A Piece of Chalk 133
XVI. “Frank’s Mail Order House” 143
XVII. A Nest Egg 153
XVIII. A Suspicious Visitor 162
XIX. Missing 169
XX. A Bad Business 176
XXI. An Unexpected Meeting 185
XXII. Good News 194
XXIII. A Rival Concern 200
XXIV. An Unwelcome Visitor 206
XXV. Trouble Brewing 213
XXVI. Mysterious Stet 219
 XXVII. The Post-Office Inspector 225
XXVIII. A Heart of Gold 232
XXIX. Conclusion 237

BOUND TO SUCCEED
 CHAPTER I
WAKING UP

“Mother, I must do something, and that right quickly.”

It was Frank Newton who was talking. His voice was composed,
but determined. His face was calm, but there was a resolute look in
his eyes. It told that under the surface some unusual emotion was
stirring Frank.
“I don’t see how you can do any more than you are doing now,”
responded his mother with an anxious sigh. “Of course it seems hard
to get along with so little when we have been used to having so
much. But, oh, Frank, when I think of what was once—you away, I
knew not where, and my heart breaking to find out—I am grateful
and happy, and so very proud of you, my dear, dear boy.”
Frank’s lip quivered at the fervent words spoken. They inspired
him with their eloquence. His hand trembled as it rested on his
mother’s arm gently and lovingly.
“It’s worth everything to have you talk that way, mother,” he said
in quite a husky voice, “and kind words and good opinion just makes
me the more resolved to better things.”
“Don’t be ungrateful or complaining, my boy.”
“It’s never that, mother.”
“And don’t be too ambitious, or too reckless. We have a roof to
shield us and food to eat, thanks to your busy endeavors. The
lawyer gives us hopes that we may recover something from the
wreck of our lost fortune. I don’t know of any better outlook for the
present, than to wait patiently and see what turns up in the way of
an improvement in affairs.”
 Frank shook his head, and paced up and down the floor of the
best room of the cozy little cottage that was their present home.
“It’s no use, mother,” he said finally. “The lost fortune is a dream,
a bubble. We may just as well get down to that. Mr. Beach, the
lawyer, gives us hopes, but they are not based on much. At the
same time, he takes his fees. We can’t stand that any longer. I told
him so, yesterday. I don’t believe there is the least show in the world
for our claim. I am sure that Mr. Beach shares my opinion now. No,”
continued Frank definitely, “what future there is for us must be
worked out by our own independent exertions.”
“It is a bitter wrong then,” spoke his mother. “When your father,
Mr. Newton, died, he left me his town property here. When I married
a second time, and Mr. Ismond became your stepfather, I had
implicit confidence in him at first. He got me to sign the property
over to him. Then I saw my mistake. When his tyrannical ways drove
you away from home I lost all regard for him.”
“He certainly was very cruel and unjust to me,” murmured Frank,
recalling many dark days of his young life.
“When he died,” resumed Frank’s mother, “I was amazed to find
that all my rights to the estate were forfeited. It looked very much
as though Mr. Ismond had been planning to rob us of everything
when death overtook him. A man named Purnell, Gideon Purnell,
held the title to our property under mortgage and sale. He sold it to
Abner Dorsett, who now holds it. The law says Dorsett was an
innocent purchaser, and therefore cannot be disturbed.”
“Innocent!” flashed out Frank. “Oh, what a shame! Why, we know
better than that, mother. We are sure that Purnell was his tool and
partner. Anyhow, we cannot hold Dorsett to make any restitution. I
hope some day, though, to run across this Purnell. If I ever do, I’ll
not lose sight of him till I know the truth of the wicked plot that
made us paupers. He, and he only, holds the key to the situation.”
“Mr. Dorsett is a bad man,” said the widow. “His actions show he is
not just. Else, why does he care to put obstacles in your way when
you seek work? I wish we could leave Greenville, Frank. That man
terrifies me. He may get you into some trouble. I have seen him
prowling around here often. Then, the other day, our poor, faithful
dog, Christmas, disappeared. That same night I saw Dorsett
crouching under the window yonder. It looks as if he fears
something we may know or do, and is lurking around eavesdropping
to find out what it is.”
“He will find a trap set for him the next time he comes nosing
around here,” declared Frank with a grim-set lip. “Mother, don’t
worry your mind any further, I am determined to get steady work
and earn more money. I wish, too, we could leave Greenville. If it
was any use I would stay and fight Dorsett to the last ditch. It’s no
use, and I know it. Let us get out of the sight and memory of the old
life. I’m going to strike out new.”
“But how, what at?” inquired Mrs. Ismond doubtfully.
“I don’t know yet, I will before another sun rises, though,”
asserted Frank, staunchly. “That is, if good hard thinking can
suggest the right way to go about it.”
Frank took up his cap and walked from the house. He paused to
place a silver fifty cent piece on the kitchen dresser. He had earned
it before breakfast, cutting a lawn and trimming hedges up at Judge
Bascom’s place.
Frank had been doing such odd jobs about town for the past four
months. He was courteous, accommodating and energetic.
Everybody he worked for liked him, and he never shirked an honest
task.
He made out fairly well as a general utility boy about the village.
The worst of it was, however, that his good luck came in streaks.
One very busy week Frank made over ten dollars. Then the next
week all he could get to do was chopping wood at fifty cents a day.
“There is something better in me than that,” Frank resolved. “I’ve
got the problem to solve what it is, and I feel that it is up to me to
figure it out right now.”
 Frank’s face clouded slightly as he crossed the yard and his eye
fell on an empty dog house. It made Frank feel lonesome and
worried to realize that its former tenant, the dog, Christmas, was
missing.
The faithful animal, a veritable chum to Frank, had disappeared
one night. Frank had spent two days looking for him with no results.
Christmas was a connecting link between the present and a very
vivid section of the past in Frank Newton’s experience. The thought
of this instantly sent Frank’s mind drifting among the vital and
exciting incidents in that career.
Frank was a peculiar boy. He had great sturdiness of character,
what some people call “nerve,” and up to two years before our story
begins had led a happy, joyous existence. He had been an active
spirit, and always a leader in boyish sports and fun.
It had been a black day for Frank when his mother had married
Ismond. Too late Mrs. Newton had learned that she had wedded a
fortune-hunter. Too soon Frank discovered that the miserable
schemer planned to drive him away from home, so he might more
easily rob the lad’s mother of her fortune.
Frank stood Ismond’s abuse just as long as he could. Then he ran
away from home.
At first he followed a circus, tired of it, and got a job tending a
lemonade stand at an ocean resort. He made all sorts of
acquaintances, good and bad. The latter did not demoralize him, but
they did harden him. He grew to be a cynical, unhappy boy.
In his wanderings Frank brought up at a town called Pleasantville.
This was the home of Bart Stirling, the hero of another volume of
this series, “Bart Stirling’s Road to Success,” and of Darry and Bob
Haven, whose stirring careers my former readers have followed in
the volume entitled, “Working Hard to Win.”
Frank arrived at Pleasantville in the company of two men, who
had devised a great fraud upon the meanest but richest man in the
place, Colonel Harrington. In disgust of their swindling ways, Frank
destroyed the papers they hoped to impose upon the colonel. In
escaping from them he was severely crippled and laid up for several
weeks.
Soon his money gave out. He was turned away from the village
hotel for not paying his board.
He proved a boy of ready resources, however. Bob Haven formed
his acquaintance in the midst of one of his original and daring
schemes for raising money quickly.
Frank paid up his debts and hung around Pleasantville, living upon
his surplus. He was at a stage of his career where he was sick of
change and adventures. He longed for home. In the friendship of the
Haven boys and Bart Stirling, he began slowly to feel his way back to
a natural boyhood plane.
One night a terrible fire burned down the Pleasantville Hotel. It
needed just such an incident to rouse up in Frank the latent chivalry
and courage of his fine soul. At the risk of his life he saved fourteen
inmates penned up in the burning attic of the hotel, by helping them
across a plank leading into an adjoining building. He braved death
again by going back into the roaring flames to save a little sleeping
child.
Frank rescued the child, but at fearful cost. He was dreadfully
burned, almost blinded. For weeks he lay at the town hospital,
hovering betwixt life and death. When he finally recovered, it was to
learn that the town had gone wild over his heroism. In the paper
they owned called the Pleasantville Weekly Herald, the Haven boys
had given him “a write up” that had thrilled the community.
More than that, Frank’s friends had learned that the name they
had known him by, Percy St. Clair, was an assumed one. They
accidentally discovered his real name, sent word to his native town,
and when the injured hero awoke to health again it was to find his
devoted mother at his side, nursing him.
 Frank now learned that he was some good in the world, after all.
The ovation of the grateful and enthusiastic town folks, the loyal,
hearty friendship of such comrades as Bart Stirling and Darry and
Bob Haven warmed his heart to some of its old-time cheer and
courage. The day he left Pleasantville with his mother for their home
at Greenville, Frank Newton stepped over the threshold of a new life.
An episode of Frank’s departure was the acquisition of Christmas.
This faithful canine Bart Stirling had adopted when he was homeless.
Haven Brothers had later employed him to run the pony press in
their amateur job printing office. Frank loved dogs, and Christmas
had taken a great fancy to him.
The animal whined and ran after Frank when he set out for the
train. Frank drove Christmas back, but it was only to find the loyal
dog hidden under the car seat, twenty miles on the homeward trip.
When they reached Greenville, Frank wrote about Christmas to his
Pleasantville friends. His letter, however, showed his half-hidden
reluctancy towards giving up the faithful old dog. Haven Brothers
made Frank a present of Christmas by return mail.
Of all this Frank now thought as he made his way towards the
business centre of Greenville.
“Hey there, Frank Newton, the very fellow!”
Frank looked up quickly. A rapid voice had interrupted his reverie.
Its owner was a Mr. Buckner, a local insurance agent and real estate
man.
Mr. Buckner’s office sided on the street where Frank was walking.
From its open window the proprietor beckoned animatedly.
“Want me?” called up Frank.
“Sure, if you can hustle,” retorted Mr. Buckner.
“I can always do that if there’s anything in it,” was the laughing
rejoinder.
 Frank crossed the street at a bound, darted around to the front of
the building, and was up the stairs four steps at a time.
 CHAPTER II
A FIVE-DOLLAR JOB

Frank found Mr. Buckner at his desk, tearing out a freshly-written

slip from his check book.
“Good—sit down,” said the business man. “Ready in a second.
Now then,” he added a minute later, after filling out a receipt blank,
“want to make five dollars?”
“A week?” smiled Frank.
“A day—an hour, if you can get the action on this job that quick,”
responded Buckner briskly. “See here, Frank,” he continued,
consulting his watch, “a certain individual started down that south
road yonder in his buggy for Riverton half-an-hour ago.”
“Yes, sir,” nodded Frank.
“How soon can he get there?”
“Horse any good?” questioned Frank.
“No, common every-day hack.”
“Well,” calculated Frank, “it’s fifteen miles around by that road.
Taking it fairly easy, he’d get to Riverton in about two hours and a-
half.”
“Very good,” said Buckner. “Can you do it in less time?”
“On foot?”
“Any way, so you get there.”
“Sure,” said Frank confidently. “I can make it in an hour by
crossing the flats.”
 “Aha!” observed Buckner, “I see.”
“Direct across the swamp stretch it is barely six miles to Riverton,”
went on Frank.
“But there’s no road?”
“Except the trail us boys have blazed out from time to time,”
explained Frank, his eyes brightening at the memory of many a
famous camping out experience in “the Big Woods.” “I can bike it
four miles, wade one, and there’s only an easy mile stretch to come
after that.”
“U-um,” muttered Mr. Buckner in a musing tone, half to himself.
“I’d rather not excite the suspicions of a certain person already on
the road, so your suggestion strikes me very good, Frank. Will you
guarantee to get to Riverton first?”
“I will—with time to spare,” promised Frank, readily.
“I rely on you, then. It is quite an important matter. Here is a
check for two hundred dollars. It is made payable to James Pryor. He
is a fire insurance adjuster at Riverton, with an office over the bank
there. You find him out, hand him that check, get him to sign this
receipt, and your work is done.”
“That’s easy,” said Frank with a pleasant smile. “It isn’t worth five
dollars, though.”
“I’m doing this hiring,” retorted Buckner with a quizzical laugh.
“Client’s money, see? By the way, too, do this little commission up
trim and neat, and there will be some more work for you from the
same party.”
Frank was mightily pleased at his task and the prospects. He
stowed the check and receipt in a safe pocket, and started to leave
the office.
“My client wants to buy up some salvage from a fire at Riverton,”
Mr. Buckner explained.
“I see,” nodded Frank.
 “A certain party here has been juggling with the situation. He put
in a lot of dummy bids. We learned what his best bid was, and
offered the same amount. Just now we got a letter—as he did also—
accepting first payment from either of us. By the way, too,”
continued Mr. Buckner, with a queer twinkle in his eye, “when you
come to find who it is you have helped to outwit, you may
experience a decided personal pleasure in the discovery. Report soon
as you get back to Greenville, Frank.”
“That will be one o’clock at the latest,” pledged the boy.
He glanced at the clock, and was down the stairs quicker than he
had come up them. Frank was back home in a jiffy. He made a brief
explanation to his mother. Getting out his bicycle he tied to the
handles a pair of long rubber boots. Soon he was sailing down the
road to the south.
The Big Woods formed a long six-mile barrier between Greenville
and Riverton direct. Its centre was practically impassible during wet
seasons. It was a dismal, slushy waste. For this reason the only road
to Riverton wound in a semi-circle many miles out of the natural
course.
Frank entered the woods at a familiar opening near the edge of
the town. For two miles there was a hard trodden path, and he
made good time on his wheel. For two more, he had to pick a
straggling course. Many times he had to dismount from the bicycle
and run it past obstacles. However, it was not long before he
reached the edge of the flats.
“Capital!” said Frank, after an eager survey of the swampy stretch.
“I couldn’t strike it drier. Now then, for a wade.”
Frank ran his bicycle to cover, and drew on the long rubber boots.
For a distance of a quarter-of-a-mile he made ready progress by
stepping from one dried-up clump of grass or reeds to another. He
had to pick his course more particularly, however, as he got to the
wet spots. Wading was not difficult, as the water was not deep. Only
once did Frank sink above the knees.
 “Whew! that was a hot tug,” panted the youth, as he reached the
west slope of the flats.
Frank threw himself flat on dry ground and rested for five minutes.
Then he arose and removed the rubber boots. He hid these among
some bushes and resumed his travels at a lively gait.
Presently Frank was passing the vicinity of a board fence. It
reached up fully fifteen feet, and its top was studded with sharp-
pointed nails. Frank was not near enough to observe it more than
casually. He had no time to make a closer inspection, and, past a
reach of timber, it was shut out entirely from his view.
“Hello!” again he exclaimed a few minutes later, and paused this
time to look across a ditch. An object of decided curiosity and
interest held Frank’s attention. This was a little ragged urchin curled
up fast asleep against a clump of dry weeds.
He was barefooted, and up to the knees he was spattered and
caked with dry mud. His face was dust-covered, tired-looking and
tear-stained. Frank’s sympathy was easily aroused. He voted the
little fellow some wretched, homeless lad on a tramp.
By the side of the boy was quite a large bundle. It was enclosed in
a newspaper. The breeze blew the sheets aside and the contents
were disclosed quite readily to Frank’s view.
“Well!” said Frank, his eyes opening wide, “he’s not a vegetarian,
that’s sure.”
The remark was called forth by a sight of a mass of cold cooked
meat that might well make Frank stare, on account of its volume and
variety. It looked as if the young wayfarer had gathered up a lunch
for many days. There were parts of mutton chops, chunks of roast
beef, and cuts of pork, flanked by bones and remnants of hash and
sausages.
“Hope he’s here when I come back this way,” said Frank. “Looks
pretty forelorn. I’d be glad to give him a lift.”
 Frank hurried forward now. He soon reached the outskirts of
Riverton. Within ten minutes he gained the business centre of the
little town. Frank located the bank. He was soon at the door of an
office over it bearing the words in gilt letters:
James Pryor, Fire Insurance.
The door was open. Seated behind a wire railing at a desk was a
cross-looking old man writing in a book. Frank approached him with
the question.
“Is Mr. Pryor in?”
“Eleven,” snapped out the man without looking up from his work.
“You mean he will be here at eleven o’clock?” pursued Frank.
“Yes.”
“I’ll wait for him then,” said Frank, selecting a chair. He felt a trifle
disappointed and worried. The “certain other party” was on the road
to Riverton. It was part of Frank’s contract to see Pryor before his
arrival.
Several people came in and inquired for the insurance man during
the next half-hour. Some of them went away saying they would
return at eleven o’clock. Some others sat down like Frank, and
waited. Frank heard the old clerk explain to one caller that Mr. Pryor
was in his private room, but engaged in a most important
consultation with a client.
Frank grew restless. He approached the cross-grained clerk again.
“Excuse me,” he said politely, “but I understand that Mr. Pryor is in
his private room.”
“What of it? Can’t be disturbed,” snapped out his representative.
Frank retreated. He managed to endure a further tedious wait of a
quarter-of-an-hour. Finally he strolled to the window looking down
on the street.
 “That ‘other party’ is on his way here,” mused Frank anxiously.
“Suppose he gets here before eleven o’clock? That gives him an
even chance with myself. Oh, the mischief!” exclaimed Frank
suddenly. “Now the pot’s in the fire, sure!”
Frank gave a great start, and stared fixedly at a horse and gig that
came clattering to a stop just then in front of the bank.
Frank recognized the vehicle and its driver. As he did so, he as
quickly guessed that this new arrival must be the “certain party”
alluded to by Mr. Buckner.
The new comer was Abner Dorsett, the man who had helped to
swindle Frank’s mother out of her fortune.
 CHAPTER III
A BUSINESS CALL

Frank watched Dorsett dismount from the gig and tie his horse.
He realized that he would be up into the insurance man’s office in a
few minutes.
“I must do something, and quickly,” thought Frank. “The second
that man sees me he will suspect my mission here. He is a person of
substance, and will carry weight. I shall be left if he gets into action
first.”
Frank reflected rapidly. The old clerk, as he had already found out,
was unapproachable. Frank was seized with a wild impulse to leap
over the wire railing and rush past the clerk to the door of Mr. Pryor’s
private office.
“Maybe it’s locked, though,” said Frank. “No, I won’t do that. I
don’t see that I can do much of anything, except to wait and take
my chance of getting the check into Mr. Pryor’s hands before Mr.
Dorsett guesses what’s up.”
Frank glanced at the clock. It showed ten minutes to eleven. He
went out into the hall and drew back into the shelter of a big fuel
box there.
Dorsett came up the stairs, buggy whip in hand. He bustled into
the office in his usual self-important way. Frank noticed that the old
clerk sat down on him promptly. He was not one bit impressed with
the bombastic visitor from Greenville.
Dorsett scowled as the clerk pointed to the clock, and impatiently
fumbling the whip, sat down with the others in the office to await
the royal pleasure of its closeted proprietor.
 Frank did a lot of thinking. He planned all kinds of wild dashes
when the door of that private office should open. Then, happening
to stroll down the hall, a new idea was suggested to him.
“Would it win?” Frank breathlessly asked himself.
He had come out on a little landing. This was that platform of
stairs running down into the rear of the lot that the bank and the
insurance office occupied.
Six feet away from it to the left were two windows. They were
both open. The low hum of voices reached Frank’s ears. Judging
from the situation of the apartment beyond, Frank was sure that he
had located the insurance man’s private room.
“I wonder if I dare?” he challenged himself. “I wonder if it would
work?”
His eyes snapped and his fingers tingled. Then Frank studied the
outlook more carefully. He calculated first his chances of getting to
the first window. He also planned just what he would say in the way
of explanation and apology once he reached it.
Two feet away from the platform a lightning rod ran straight up
the building. Frank seized this. He fearlessly swung himself free of
the platform, bracing his toes on a protending joint of the rod.
At the side of the nearest window, top and bottom, were two
hinge standards. They had been imbedded in the solid masonry
when the place was built to hold iron shutters, if such were ever
needed. The bank floor below was guarded with these, but none had
been put in place on the upper story.
Frank swung one hand free, and bending to a rather risky angle
hooked a forefinger around the upper one of these standards. At the
same time he gave his body a swing clear of his footing.
He aimed to land his feet on the sill of the nearest window. In this
Frank succeeded. There was no time, however, to chance losing the
foothold thus gained. He promptly slid his free hand down under the
frame of the raised window. He got a firm clutch. Relaxing his hold
of the hinge standard, he stooped.
The next moment, on a decidedly reckless and awkward balance,
Frank tumbled rather than dropped inside of the room that was his
objective point of assault.
“Hello! what’s this?” instantly hailed him.
Frank nimbly gained an upright position. He faced two men who,
seated at a table covered with papers, began to push back their
chairs in a somewhat startled way. They stared hard at the intruder.
Frank promptly doffed his cap. He made his most courteous bow.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said in a rather flustrated way, “but
which is Mr. Pryor, please?”
“I am Pryor,” answered one of the twain, and Frank saw from the
gathering frown on the speaker’s face that a storm was brewing
unless he headed it off summarily.
“I must beg your pardon, Mr. Pryor,” said Frank, “but it is a matter
of some business importance. I have been waiting for over an hour
to see you. It won’t take but a moment, sir,” and Frank swiftly
produced the check and the receipt entrusted to him by Mr. Buckner.
Before Pryor realized it, they were thrust into his hands and he was
looking at them.
“Oh, this can wait,” he said pettishly. “I don’t like this kind of an
intrusion, young man.”
“I am very sorry, Mr. Pryor,” interrupted Frank in a gentle, polite
tone, “but I am only a paid messenger, and I promised Mr. Buckner
to be back with that receipt at a certain time.”
“So you seized the bull by the horns,” broke in Pryor’s companion
with a great chuckle. “And outwitted old Grumper, the clerk, ha! ha!
Pryor, nail the boy on a year’s contract. He’s got the making in him
of a first-class insurance solicitor, in his originality, daring and—”
“Cheek,” muttered Pryor. “Well, well—here’s your receipt.”
 Frank seized the paper that Pryor signed with a swift scrawl of the
pen, with an eagerness that was a kind of delighted rapture.
“Oh, thank you, sir,” he said, “and a thousand apologies for my
rude intrusion.”
“Hold on,” ordered Pryor, as Frank returned towards the window.
“Yes, unless you carry extra accident insurance,” put in Pryor’s
companion. “You might not find it so easy getting out of that window
as you did getting in, young fellow.”
Mr. Pryor had gone to the clouded glass door, which Frank knew
opened into the main office. He slipped its catch and opened it.
Frank understood that he was to pass out that way. He started
forward, making a deferential bow to his host.
“Hi, I say, Pryor—one minute!” sounded a voice in the outer office,
and Frank wondered what was about to happen as he recognized
the tones as belonging to Dorsett.
“In a few minutes,” responded Pryor, with an impatient wave of his
hand.
“All right. It’s about the salvage business, you know,” went on
Dorsett from behind the wire grating. “Want to pay you the money
and close up the deal.”
“Oh, that?” spoke Pryor, with a sudden glance at Frank and a grim
twinkle in his eyes. “You young schemer!” he said to Frank in an
undertone, with a slight chuckle. “I understand your peculiar tactics,
now. You’ll do, decidedly, young man!”
Frank tried to look all due humility, but he could not entirely
suppress a satisfied smile. As he passed out Pryor said to Dorsett:
“You are too late on that matter. I have just closed the salvage
business with Buckner of Greenville.”
“You’ve what?” howled Dorsett, with a violent start. “Why, I’m
here first. No one passed me on the road. I—er, hum”—Dorsett
turned white as his eye fell on Frank. He glared and shook his
driving whip.
The animated and interested friend of Pryor stuck his head past
the open doorway.
“I say, youngster,” he asked guardedly, his face all a-grin, “how did
you circumvent the old chap?”
“Well, I nearly swam part of the way,” explained Frank. “Thank
you, Mr. Pryor,” he added, as the latter opened the wire gate for him
to pass out.
The old clerk had sprung to his feet, gaping in consternation at
him. Pryor’s friend was convulsed with internal mirth. Pryor himself
did not look altogether displeased at the situation.
Frank thought that Dorsett would actually leap upon him and
strike him with the whip. The latter, however, with a hoarse growl in
his throat, allowed Frank to proceed on his way unhindered.
“We shall hear from this of course—my mother and I,” said the
youth to himself as he gained the street. “Mr. Dorsett will store this
up against me, hard. All right—I’ve done my simple duty and I’ll
stand by the results.”
A minute later, looking back the way he had come, Frank saw
Dorsett come threshing out into the street. He kicked a dog out of
his path, rudely jostled a pedestrian, jumped into the gig and went
tearing down the homeward road plying the whip and venting his
cruel rage on the poor animal in the shafts.
Frank started back towards Greenville the way he had come. He
was greatly pleased at his success, and cheeringly anticipated the
good the five dollars would do his mother and himself.
As Frank passed the spot where he had noticed the barefooted,
mud-bespattered urchin lying asleep by the side of the ditch, he
could find no trace of the lad.
 A little farther on Frank came in sight of the high board fence he
had so curiously observed on his way to Riverton.
The wind was his way, and as he approached the queer barrier he
was somewhat astonished at a great babel of canine barking and
howls that greeted his ears.
“Sounds like a kennel,” he reflected, “but’s a big one. Why, if there
isn’t the little fellow with the package of meat.”
Frank wonderingly regarded a tattered, forlorn figure at a distance
seeming to be glued right up face forward against the fence.
The boy had piled two or three big boulders on top of one
another. These he had surmounted, and was peering through a high
up crack or knot hole in the fence.
On one arm he carried the newspaper package Frank had noticed.
Bit by bit he poised its contents, hurling them over the fence.
A loud clamor of yelps and barkings would greet this shower of
food. Frank drew nearer, mightily interested.
The little fellow would throw over a bone and peer inside the
enclosure.
“Get it, Fido!” Frank heard him shout. “They won’t let him—those
big ones,” he wailed. “Oh, you dear, big fellow, help him, help him.
No, they won’t let him. Fido, Fido, Oh, my! oh my!”
The little fellow slipped down to a seat on the boulders now and
began to cry as if his heart would break. Frank approached and
pulled at his arm.
“Hi, youngster,” he challenged, “what in the world are you up to,
anyhow?”
 CHAPTER IV
A BREAK FOR LIBERTY

The little ragamuffin addressed by Frank raised his dirt-creased,

tear-stained face pathetically. He looked at his questioner for a
moment and then went on crying harder than ever.
“Well,” said Frank, “this is a queer go. Come, little son, brace up
and tell what is the matter with you. Who is Fido—a dog?”
“Sure. He’s in there, he’s been in there for two days now, and I
cannot get him out.”
“There appears to be a good many dogs in there, judging from the
racket,” said Frank. “What kind of a place is this, anyhow?”
“It’s the pound,” explained the urchin. “Belongs to Riverton, but
Sile Stoggs runs it. Know Stoggs?”
“I don’t,” answered Frank.
“He’s a brute—Oh, what a brute!” cried the little fellow. “Was a
constable—the mean kind. Turned a poor woman out of her house in
the cold last winter. She died, and her two big brothers met Stoggs
one dark night and nearly kicked the life out of him. He had to give
up business, for they crippled him.”
“Go ahead,” encouraged Frank.
“He had some pol—politicattle friends, I think they call it. One of
them was a sharp lawyer. He raked up a lot of old ord—ordinants.”
“Ordinances, I suppose you mean?” suggested Frank.
“Yes, sir, that sounds more like it,—anyway, village laws, see?
They said Riverton should have a pound. They worked it so that
Stoggs got the job of poundmaster. The town pays him a big rent for
these old barracks. Used to be a trotting park. He drives around in a
little dog cart, and picks up all the stray horses and cows he can
catch. Then the owners have to pay two dollars to get them out of
the pound. Stoggs gets half. Wish that was Stogg,” and the boy
kicked a dirt clump so hard that he stubbed his toe and winced.
“And what about the dogs?” asked Frank.
“That’s a new wrinkle. About a month ago Stoggs’ lawyer fished
up another old law about dog license, or tax, or something of that
kind. Since then he’s been capturing all the dogs he could find for
miles around. It wouldn’t matter, if he was kind to them,” went on
the lad, “but he isn’t. He starves them. He beats them, too awfully.
And you’d ought to see the dirty old water trough where he makes
them drink. Mother is poor. We can’t pay any two dollars to get Fido
out. But I come here every day and bring all the meat I can gather
up, and feed the poor things. The trouble is, though, there is so
many of them in there, and they are so hungry, and poor Fido is so
small, he hardly ever gets a nibble. There’s a grand, big dog in there
looks out for him when he can, and divides a bone with him, but the
rough dogs get most of the food.”
“Have you tried to get this Stoggs to let you have Fido back?”
inquired Frank.
“Yes, but he only abused me, laughed at me, and drove me away.
Yesterday he caught me trying to dig that board loose near the
boulders. He kicked me, and struck me twice with his club. Wish I
had a shovel. It would be safe to dig a bit now. A big balloon went
over here a little while ago. I saw Stoggs in his cart driving over to
the hill to get a better sight of it.”
“H’m,” mused Frank. “Quite an interesting situation. I’ll take a look
inside there, I guess. Hey, hello, why—Christmas!”
Frank, in mingled pleasure and astonishment, fairly shouted out
this name. The minute he had mounted the boulders and peered in
through the crack in the fence, he made out his own missing canine
among a motley group of over forty dogs.
Slam! came an instantaneous bound against the fence that made
it quiver and creak. Slam—slam! right up to the spot where Frank
had uttered the name, Christmas sprang repeatedly. He was mad
with joy and excitement at recognizing his young master’s voice.
Frank was now quite as much stirred up as his youthful
companion. He had to call to Christmas to reassure and quiet the
animal. The dog was tearing at the fence barrier in such a frenzied
manner that Frank feared he would severely injure himself.
“How did Christmas ever get this far away from home?” he
reflected, getting off the boulders and onto the ground again. “Say,
if that Stoggs has gone deliberately out of his territory and caught
him at Greenville, I’ll get the boys to come here and tar and feather
him. Easy, old fellow,” called Frank to Christmas, who, yelping
frantically, could still be heard throwing himself against the boards of
the fence.
“My goodness!” shouted Frank’s companion, suddenly. “Look at
that, now.”
His eyes goggled as a great snap sounded out.
“The mischief!” exclaimed Frank. “This won’t do.”
Christmas, it seemed, had flung his body with terrific force against
the very plank where the owner of Fido had been digging. Its
ground end was soaked and rotted by the damp earth that had
surrounded it. It gave, vibrating, and Christmas forced his head and
shoulders through the aperture. He wriggled and howled, for the
board closed on him like a wedge. Then, making a desperate lunge,
the dog bore the board outwards. There was a sharp snap. Obliquely
the timber ripped four feet up its length.
Bursting the slivered section fully apart, Christmas, with a joyous
howl, sprang free. He bounded upon his master in frantic delight,
with such impetuosity that he bore Frank flat to the ground.
 “Here, behave, old fellow. Well, I’m glad, too,” said Frank. “For
mercy’s sake!”
With difficulty restraining the wild caresses of his loyal dumb
friend, Frank regained his feet to stare about him in consternation.
Christmas had blazed the way to freedom, and a vast concourse
was following his lead. It was like bees pouring out from a bee hive.
Through the break in the fence there came bounding what seemed
to be an endless procession. There were big dogs and little dogs,
mastiffs, fox terriers and collies. One magnificent St. Bernard got
wedged in the fence break. Those behind fairly pushed him through,
letting loose a stream of canines like corn from a spout.
Out bounded the released animals, fairly crazy with delight at
finding their freedom. Nearly all of them instantly made for a near
ditch filled with clear water. They lapped it up luxuriously, they rolled
and wallowed in the pure, cool element. Then, like diverging spokes
from one central source, they streaked it homewards as instinct told
them their proper compass point.
The little ragged urchin Frank found seated on the ground,
fondling and crying over the tiniest, silken-haired poodle he had ever
seen. Its own affectionate antics were fairly affecting. Beside the
pair, limping on three legs, a forlorn little fox-terrier looked
homelessly and friendlessly longing, as if begging for a share of
attention.
“Yes, I’ll take you, too!” cried the ragged youngster, putting Fido
under one arm and gathering up the crippled canine in the other.
“Say,” he shouted to Frank, “you’re a brick! Oh, but you’ve done a
good day’s work. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Only, get now—
don’t wait. If Stoggs catches us, he’ll send us to jail for life. Why,”
continued the urchin with a start, staring hard at Christmas, “is that
your dog?”
“It is,” nodded Frank.
The little fellow stooped and deliberately kissed Christmas, his
eyes full of grateful tears, purring out fond terms of endearment.
 “You’re two grand fellows!” he blubbered. “That’s the dog that was
such a good friend to Fido,” and Fido, whimpering, struck out his
head and rubbed noses with Christmas, who frolicked around all
hands as if some great jubilee was going on.
“Yes, I fancy we had better be moving on,” said Frank, with a
glance into the enclosure to find it entirely deserted by its recent
inmates.
“About your dog, though,” said his companion, hurriedly. “I can tell
you something about him.”
“Can you, indeed?” asked Frank.
“Yes, sir. I was here the day a man drove up in a gig from
Riverton-way with your dog.”
“In a gig?” repeated Frank, pricking up his ears.
“Yes, I was hanging around near the house at the front of the
pound. The man called Stoggs out. He had your dog tied behind the
axle. He made a bargain with Stoggs for five dollars to get rid of the
animal—send him away somewhere. He was a man with reddish
side-whiskers and a cast in one eye.”
Frank’s own good eyes flamed. He drew his breath with an angry
catch in it.
“Dorsett,” he said. “The villain did it, eh? I wondered how poor
Christmas came to be cooped up here, so far away from home. The
mean sneak! He did it so he could snoop around the house and spy
on us without interruption. Going? Good-bye. I hope you will keep
Fido safe and sound from the dogcatchers this time.”
“You bet I will,” cried the little fellow, bolting off with his double
canine burden. “And you’re a brick!”
Frank turned his face in the direction of home. He soon got out of
sight of the pound with no indication of his having been seen or
pursued. Christmas bounded over the fresh turf, cutting up all kinds
of antics and barking joyously.
 When they reached the flats Frank secured his rubber boots and
was soon in the midst of the morass. Christmas led the way, making
grand fun of leaps and dousings, and they reached the woods
beyond with no mishap.
Frank drew his bicycle from the spot where he had hidden it,
secured his rubber boots to the machine, and was speedily threading
the path he had traversed in the opposite direction earlier in the day.
Passing down a gentle declivity in an open space, Christmas set
up a sudden bark. Frank turned, to observe the dog halted and
looking aloft.
“Hello!” exclaimed Frank, also glancing skywards. “That must be
the balloon the little fellow at the pound was telling about.”
The balloon was about two miles distant, and was instantly
obscured from view by some tall trees.
Frank had kept on going without looking ahead. The momentary
distraction had its result.
Too late he turned the handle bars of the bicycle and set the
brake.
Bump! the machine struck a jagged tree stump, and Frank Newton
took a header.
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