curiosity
The newcomer paused and viewed the boy on the stand with frank
curiosity. Then his gaze wandered across to the mower, which was at the
instant making the turn at the further corner, over by the tennis
courts. Finally,
“The train got in at six and there was nothing else to do. I got here
before nine.”
grin
“Sure and you’ll have more if you get gay,” answered the other with a
grin. “When anyone throws stones at my head he gets licked for it.”
night
In the doorway they stood and tried to re-enact the happenings of the
night. It wasn’t easy to decide on the spot where the men had stood,
however, but finally they agreed as to its probable location and walked
toward the road, keeping a little to the left, for some fifteen yards.
That brought them close to a six-foot bush which, they decided, was the
one Clint had walked into. The Chief and the others joined them.
“Oh, you be blowed,” laughed Edwards. “It’s the sorrow of my life, Amy,
that you didn’t keep on with football.”
of the word, and he felt resentful until a look at the boy’s face showed
that he intended no impertinence
It dawned on Clint that the other was trying to mimic his pronunciation
of the word, and he felt resentful until a look at the boy’s face showed
that he intended no impertinence.
even as Turner issued his command, Edwards and Kendall went over
together in a heap and the ball settled into Carmine’s arms
But it wasn’t to happen that way, for Edwards had circled around and,
even as Turner issued his command, Edwards and Kendall went over
together in a heap and the ball settled into Carmine’s arms. Turner
leaped toward him, Carmine swayed aside and Turner went past. It was
Clint who hurled himself at the quarter, wrapped eager arms about his
knees and toppled him to earth so savagely that the pigskin bounded out
of his clutch. There was a scramble for the ball, but Tyler, the
second’s right tackle, got it and reached the twenty-yard line before he
was pulled down from behind.
“I thought so. Then it’s you two who are engaged in this encounter, eh?
I presume it’s a gentleman’s affair! All fair and ship-shape?”
“I’ve left my pretty little trophy behind. I’ll have to beat it back,
Clint, and rescue it. Can’t you picture the poor little thing sitting
there all alone in pathetic solitude, forlorn and deserted?”
