Clint laughed. “They didn’t try 14 Torrence, then, did they?” he
inquired. Amy smiled noncommittingly.

“Then why didn’t you tell a fellow? When I’m lost I like to know it.
It’s the–the uncertainty that worries me. Now that I know I shall never
see school and Josh again I feel better.” Amy looked about him
appraisingly. “Have you noticed any berries or nuts, Clint? I suppose
we’ll have to live on them for a few days.”

“Half, when I play,” laughed the other. “I’m going to make a good fight
for it this year. How’d you know I did play, though?”

“Well, you know the fix we’re in over there, old man. Saunders is out of
it for a fortnight and Trow and Tyler haven’t any ginger at all. We
might give him back to you next week, you know.”

shower
“To get that nice pewter mug over there and then to the gym for a
shower. Come along and then I’ll go over with you and watch that
wonderful team of yours bite holes in the turf.”

The adversaries changed courts and the second set started. Again Amy won
on his service and again lost on Holt’s. There were several good
rallies and Amy secured a round of hearty applause by a long chase down
the court and a high back-hand lob that Holt failed to get. Amy was
playing more carefully now, using easier strokes and paying more
attention to placing. But Holt was a hard man to fool, and time and
again Amy’s efforts to put the ball out of his reach failed. The set
worked back and forth to 4-all, with little apparent favor to either
side. Then Amy suddenly dropped his caution and let himself out with a
vengeance. The ninth game went to forty-love before Holt succeeded in
handling one of the sizzling serves that Amy put across. Then he
returned to the back of the court and Amy banged the ball into the net.
A double fault brought the score to 40-30, but on the next serve Amy
again skimmed one over that Holt failed with and the games were 5-4.

Dreer
“Don’t I? You bet I do! Anyone has a right to interfere with Harmon
Dreer. Anyone who hands him a jolt is a public benefactor.”

line–had never been farther north than Baltimore; and today he felt
himself not only a long way from home but in a country somehow strangely
and uncomfortably alien
Clint–everyone had always called him Clint and we might as well fall in
line–had never been farther north than Baltimore; and today he felt
himself not only a long way from home but in a country somehow strangely
and uncomfortably alien. The few persons he had encountered had been
quite civil to him, to be sure; and the sunlight was the same sunlight
that shone down on Cedar Run, but for all of that it seemed as if no one
much cared where he was or what happened to him, and the air felt
differently and the country looked different, and–and, well, he rather
wished himself back in Virginia!

“Sure, I would. Come on.”

“I’m glad he came,” acknowledged Clint. “I didn’t want to see Dreer get
any more, Amy.”