Category Archives: world series

the new line-up, turned to find Coach Robey beside him “That’s the way to tackle, Thayer!” Clint, trotting down the field to the new line-up, turned to find Coach Robey beside him. “That was good work,” commended the coach. “Keep … Continue reading →

“Do, eh? That’s good. Football at Brimfield didn’t amount to a great deal when I was here, but the old school’s turned out some good elevens since then. Well, I’m glad to have met you chaps. Some day when you’ve … Continue reading →

“I don’t know either,” sighed Amy. “I found a lot of truck in my room, but I haven’t seen the owner yet. The fellow who was in with me last year has left school. Gone to live in China. Wish … Continue reading →

“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.

“He had a narrow escape from hydrophobia, didn’t he?” mused Clint.

“Why that unholy smirk on your face?” he asked.

“Better than–Say, you make me laugh! There isn’t any comparison. Claflin’s got it all over this hole every way you look!” Dreer paused suddenly and cast a doubtful look at Amy. But for once Amy seemed unconcerned by such sentiment. … Continue reading →

“Oh, I fancy Durkin told it straight. It’s some private feud we happened on. Too bad we didn’t follow our first intention and go toward the village.”