“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 road again. The trolley line, the
chauffeur explained, was more than a mile distant, and the road ahead of
them turned widely to the left just beyond. They had, consequently,
roamed over a stretch of country at least two miles broad between dirt
road and railroad. When they went on, which they did very slowly, all
hands peered intently along the right side of the highway. They had
proceeded possibly three-quarters of a mile when one of the officers
called out and the car stopped.

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 quarter-back just bawls out whatever comes into his head and then
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. “All
this stuff about signals is rot. Now we’ll see. Where’s this
play going?”

“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.”