Great Teams and the people who love them

“Of course it does. I’m a fine little massewer. Let’s go and eat.”

“Watch this!” Innes shouted. “Watch the ball! Look out for a forward!
Come in here, Kendall! Throw ‘em back, fellows!”

promising sound of sizzling reached them
Other and delicious odours mingled with the coffee fragrance, and a
promising sound of sizzling reached them. “That,” said Amy, settling
back luxuriously and patting his waistcoat, “is my corned beef hash. I
sort of wish I’d ordered an egg with it. Or, maybe, two eggs. Guess I
will. Some crullers would taste pretty good, wouldn’t they?”

Thayer
“Of course I know! Besides, Claflin doesn’t do that sort of thing,
Thayer. It doesn’t have to! You’d better turn over; you’re on
your back!”

Dreer’s amazement was ludicrous. “You–you mean you’re going to let him
knock me down again?” he demanded incredulously.

“Fairly well, I reckon. I didn’t know the signals very well. I don’t
yet, for that matter.”

instant later by sounds counterfeiting the howling of an unhappy dog
From somewhere down the corridor the anguished wail floated, followed an
instant later by sounds counterfeiting the howling of an unhappy dog.
Threats and pleas mingled.

It happened so quickly that it was all over before it had begun. At
least, so Amy declared afterwards. The car, which fortunately had
decreased its speed to negotiate an abrupt turn in the road, suddenly
shot down a slope at the left, turned around once and stopped with a
disconcerting abruptness, its radiator against a four-inch birch tree.
Clint and Amy picked themselves from the bottom of the tonneau and
stared, more surprised than frightened. Behind them, on the level road,
a wheel–present investigation showed that it was the forward left
one–was proceeding firmly, independently on its way! As they looked,
open-mouthed, it began to wobble, as though doubtful of the propriety of
going off on its own hook like that, and finally, after turning around
several times, like a dog making its bed, it subsided in the dust.