Monthly Archives: August 2007

“Well, I’ll put you down in Wharton before the trolley gets there. That’s where I’m going. Jump in.”

“Guess you’ll either have to foot it or wait till someone comes along. Sorry, but I didn’t know that wheel was thinking of leaving.”

The stranger grinned. “Seems to me,” he said, “all that is necessary then is for the gentleman with the ensanguined cheek to withdraw whatever derogatory remarks he may have injudiciously used. What do you think?” He appealed politely to Clint.

But beyond that he couldn’t trace their wanderings. Woods and pastures ran into each other confusingly. One thing was explained, however, or, rather, two things; why they didn’t find the trolley line and why they didn’t succeed in reaching the … Continue reading →

he tosses the ball to whichever chap looks as if he was wide enough awake to catch it and that chap makes a break at the line wherever he happens to think he can get through,” continued Amy convincedly “The … Continue reading →

“I–just thought so,” said Clint. “You sort of look it, you know.”

“More than one Detweiler!” exclaimed Amy horrifiedly. “Is there more than one Washington? More than one Napoleon? More than one Huxley? More than one Thackeray? More than one–one Byrd?”

“I’ll wait for you over yonder,” said Clint. “Conklin says I mustn’t use this leg very much. Hurry up and come back. I’ll be on the stand over there.”