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 it up.”
“All right, Clint, let’s mosey back and have some dinner. I had a
remarkably early repast this morning and feel as though I could trifle
with some real food.”
“Or a squirrel,” said Clint. They listened. All was silent again. A damp
and musty odour pervaded the place. Under their feet the floor boards
had rotted and as they made a cautious circuit of the interior they trod
as often on soil as on wood. The hut was apparently empty of everything
save a section of rusted stovepipe, dangling from a hole in the roof,
some damp rags and paper in a corner and a broken box. Clint discovered
the box by falling over it with a noise that sent Amy a foot off the
ground. When all was said the advantages presented by the hut were few.
It did protect them from the little chill breeze that stirred and it put
a roof over their heads, although, as Clint said, if it rained before
morning they’d probably find the roof of little account. On the other
hand, it was damper than the outdoors and the mustiness was far from
fragrant. They decided, however, to take up their quarters there until
morning. Looking for the road was evidently quite useless, and, anyway,
they were much too tired to tramp any longer. They found a place away
from door and window where some of the floor-boards still survived and
sank down with their backs to the wall. Amy heaved a great sigh
of relief.
best they might and those within reach shook hands
The merriment ceased and the occupants of the room got to their feet as
best they might and those within reach shook hands.
“That is a shame,” said Clint sympathetically. “How’d you do it?”
and–”
stairs
“He’s about at the gate now,” added Clint as they hurried down the
stairs. “We’ll give him plenty of time, because we don’t want to meet
him until he’s half-way back. I knew he’d bite at that registered
parcel.” Amy chuckled. “He couldn’t even wait until noon!”
continued, for at that moment, Amy, who had been craftily biding his
time, reached out and pulled Still’s chair over, and in the ensuing
confusion the gathering broke up
Clint smiled and looked politely interested, but the subject was not
continued, for at that moment, Amy, who had been craftily biding his
time, reached out and pulled Still’s chair over, and in the ensuing
confusion the gathering broke up. On the way along the Row, Clint asked
Amy about the mysterious “Boots.”
“We are indeed!” assented Amy with enthusiasm. “I suppose that the time
will come, perhaps twenty or thirty years from now, when we’ll be able
to look back on this night’s jolly adventures and appreciate all the fun
we’re having, but just now–” Amy’s voice trailed off into silence.
“I’ll bet no one would steal it,” said Clint unkindly.
