“Manningsville, Delaware,” replied the manager. “It’s a whopping big
school, with about three hundred fellows, and last year they licked
about everyone they met up with.”
began a story of an uncle of his who had contracted blood-poisoning from
the dye in his stockings
When the laughter had ceased, Ruddie, who seemed a serious-minded youth,
began a story of an uncle of his who had contracted blood-poisoning from
the dye in his stockings. What ultimately happened to the uncle Clint
never discovered, for the others very rudely broke in on Ruddie’s
reminiscences and the conversation became general and varied. The boy
next to Clint, whose name he learned later was Freer, politely inquired
as to how Clint liked Brimfield and whether he played football. To the
latter question Clint confided that he did, although probably not well
enough to stand much of a chance here.
Carmine caught and eluded half the enemy before he was forced over the
side line for a gain of eight yards
Claflin failed to gain on two downs and punted short to midfield, where
Carmine caught and eluded half the enemy before he was forced over the
side line for a gain of eight yards. The ball was paced in at Claflin’s
forty-six and Kendall, from kick formation, got nine outside right
tackle, Clint opening the hole. Harris made it first down. A
forward-pass, Carmine to Edwards, grounded. Carmine took the ball for
four through centre, St. Clair failed to gain and Harris punted to the
Blue’s five-yard line. Wentworth made a fair-catch and punted on second
down, after a plunge at right tackle had netted two yards. Kendall
caught and was stopped for no gain.
Clint smiled. “Thanks, Byrd, but what about?”
doesn’t seem so
“I’ve read,” said Amy, “that freezing was a pleasant death, but it
doesn’t seem so. Maybe, though, it’s painful just at first.” He arose
with a groan and followed Clint down the slope. There were more briers,
and now and then they stumbled over outcropping rocks. The field seemed
interminable, but after awhile Clint bumped into a wall. They climbed
over it and started on again.
“Easy, easy!” The stranger held up a hand. “I thought from what I saw
that this gentleman was quite neutral. How about it?” He turned
to Clint.
“Doing what?” asked Clint from the twilight.
“I do hope you get it,” said Clint with genuine sympathy. “I suppose you
couldn’t–couldn’t find any way to work through, Durkin.”