Monthly Archives: April 2007

“I believe you play football, Thayer?” he said inquiringly.

Clint was too angry now to remain longer diplomatic. “You’re a fine one, Dreer,” he declared hotly. “Why don’t you fight your own battles and not bring a hired bully to do it for you?”

“Schuman and Dreer.” The contemptuous tone of his reply caused Clint to ask:

“Then why do you cut practice?” asked Black severely. “Don’t you know–” It was then that Black recalled Clint’s face and remembered having met him in Innes’s room a week before. “Hello,” he said in a milder tone. “I didn’t … Continue reading →

mid-season, old man “But, look here, Jack,” protested Tracey Black warmly, “it’s only mid-season, old man. You’ve got to acknowledge that we’re in mighty good shape for the time of year.”

Amy made no response. The stranger was smiling amusedly at the two boys who remained, flicking his cane in and out of the fallen leaves beside the fence. “Everything quite satisfactory now?” he inquired.

“I haven’t heard. I hope, though, he will see that your friend Durkin couldn’t very well avoid that row on Sunday. It seemed to me rather too bad that he should lose his chance at the scholarship. That is why … Continue reading →

“Why–why–” Amy seized his hand and shook it vigorously. “Clint, I want to congratulate you! I do, indeed!”

“We’re lost.”