XIV. THE SEARCHING PARTY
XV. PROWLING AROUND THE QUARRY
XVI. A FRIENDLY "GHOST"
XVII. SCRANTON'S "OPEN HOUSE" DAY
XVIII. THE GREAT MARATHON RACE
XIX. ON THE FINAL MILE OF THE COURSE
XX. THE BOY WHO WON--CONCLUSION




THE CHUMS OF SCRANTON HIGH


CHAPTER I

THE FIVE NUT FORAGERS

The bright October sun was half-way down the western sky one Saturday
afternoon. Two-thirds of the Fall month had already gone, and the
air was becoming fairly crisp in the early mornings.

All around the forest trees were painted various shades of bright
scarlet, burnt umber brown and vivid gold by the practiced fingers of
that master artist, the Frost-King. Flocks of robins and blackbirds
were gathering rather late this year, preparatory to taking their
annual pilgrimage to the warm Southland. They flew overhead at times
in vast numbers, making a tremendous chatter.

A noisy bunch of crows cawed unceasingly amidst the treetops as a