“Yes, and the ‘goat’ butts pretty hard sometimes,” chuckled Clint.

precious tennis trophy, and explained as he placed it on top his
chiffonier and stood off to view the effect, that he had stopped at the
courts to learn the results and afterwards at Main Hall to get mail
Amy didn’t get back to the room until half an hour later, but he had his
precious tennis trophy, and explained as he placed it on top his
chiffonier and stood off to view the effect, that he had stopped at the
courts to learn the results and afterwards at Main Hall to get mail.
“Brooks and Chase won two straight,” he said, “just as I expected they
would. What did I do with that score-sheet, by the way? Oh, here it is.”
He drew it from an inner pocket of his jacket, and with it a blue
envelope which fell to the floor. He picked it up, with a chuckle. “Look
at this, Clint. I found it in the mail and nearly had heart disease. Too
well do I know those blue envelopes and Josh’s copper-plate writing!
Catch it. I tried to think of something I’d done, and couldn’t, and then
I opened it and found that thing!”

“He’s getting down to work now,” he said.

“Hm; yes, that’s so. Now, look here.” Mr. Detweiler laid a hand on
Clint’s knee. “There’s a fine chance for a fellow who is willing to work
and learn on this team. If you’ll make up your mind to it, you can go
right ahead and play tackle against Claflin. But you’ll have to plug
like the dickens, Thayer. It won’t be any picnic. I want a chap who is
willing to work hard; not only that, but who will take the goad without
flinching. Think you’re the chap?”

so much of his time in such manner? Raise your hands, please
“Marvellous! Is there any other member of the class who wasted
so much of his time in such manner? Raise your hands, please.
One–two–three–Burgess, you hesitate, do you not? Ah, I thought so!
You were merely going to scratch your head. Wise youth, Burgess. Scratch
hard. Set up a circulation if possible. Hm. That will do, Thayer.
Burgess, if it is not asking too much–”

“Durkin? Oh, Penny’s making about as much noise as before. He says the
fiddle he’s using now isn’t nearly as good as the one Dreer busted, but
I can’t see much difference myself. Can you, Clint?”

“Keep away from me!” Dreer cried. Then he appealed to the stranger.
“Make him let me alone, won’t you, sir, please? I–I told him I’d do
anything he said!”

top of the desk and pulled his memorandum toward him
They obeyed and looked on while he dumped the things from the box to the
top of the desk and pulled his memorandum toward him. One by one he
pushed the articles aside and checked the list with a pencil. Finally he
chuckled. “Wiggin didn’t know much more’n half the stuff he lost,” he
said. “There’s nine watches here instead of seven and a lot more other
things than he’s got down here on his list. Here he is now, I guess.”