the second this afternoon?”

“Coward!” taunted Amy. “Quitter! Youth of chilly extremities!”

“All right. We’ll finish up tomorrow, I guess. I play Kennard in the
morning. He’s a snap.”

“That’s enough, Amy,” he said. “He can’t fight.”

There was no scrimmage with the ‘varsity that afternoon, and Mr.
Boutelle was putting his second team through a hard practice when Joe
Detweiler appeared on the second’s gridiron. “Boots” viewed his advent
with suspicion and joined him with a belligerent expression on his face.

“I’ve left my pretty little trophy behind. I’ll have to beat it back,
Clint, and rescue it. Can’t you picture the poor little thing sitting
there all alone in pathetic solitude, forlorn and deserted?”

That was Cherry Valley’s last threat. Later, in the fourth quarter, she
reached the Maroon-and-Grey’s twenty-seven yards but was forced to punt
after two attempted forward passes had failed. Brimfield secured two
more touchdowns, one in each period, and twice failed at field-goals,
Rollins’s drop-kicking proving far from first-class. Freer took the ball
over for the first score in the second half, and Marvin, who replaced
Carmine toward the end of the last period, squirmed through from the
four yards for the second. Freer failed to convert his touchdown into a
goal, but Marvin very neatly added a point to his, and the final score
read Brimfield, 26; Cherry Valley, 0; which was a more satisfactory
result than last year’s.

Mr
“You’ve been told before that you must keep off school property,” said
Mr. Daley, otherwise known as “Horace.”

anything to do with it
And Clint frequently doubted during the next week that glory had
anything to do with it. When, on Tuesday afternoon, he reported to Mr.
Robey, that gentleman cast a speculative look over him, nodded and said
briefly: “See Mr. Detweiler, Thayer.”