“Bob’s all right,” Amy reassured him
“Bob’s all right,” Amy reassured him. “I know when you mean, sir. But I
don’t understand about being pledged–”
“Bob’s all right,” Amy reassured him. “I know when you mean, sir. But I
don’t understand about being pledged–”
making faces about?”
“Well, in my case–” began Clint, with a smile.
forgot them in the task of trying to keep the troublesome Robbins where
he belonged, which, in Clint’s judgment, was among the second team
substitutes
Clint shook his head over the vagaries of his friend and very soon
forgot them in the task of trying to keep the troublesome Robbins where
he belonged, which, in Clint’s judgment, was among the second team
substitutes. That was a glorious afternoon for the second team, for they
held the ‘varsity scoreless in the first period and allowed them only
the scant consolation of a field-goal in the second. “Boutelle’s
Babies,” as some waggish first team man had labelled them, went off in
high feather and fancied themselves more than ever.
“That so? I’m sorry for Still, for he’s a nice chap, but that St. Clair
is surely a wonder, Amy. He hasn’t any weight to speak of, but he’s the
fastest backfield man they’ve got, with the exception of Marvin, maybe.”
St. Clair had ousted Still permanently, it appeared, although Still was
by no means discouraged. Perhaps he had no time to be, for the
substitutes were worked quite as hard as the first string fellows. Coach
Robey had no intention of being beaten for the want of capable
substitutes. There were several very pretty contests in progress for
coveted positions. Churchill and Blaisdell were fighting hard for the
left guard honour, with Blaisdell in the lead, and Trow and Tyler were
nip and tuck for right tackle. The rival quarter-backs could scarcely be
said to be contesting for the position, for it was a foregone conclusion
that each would be used in the Claflin game. Marvin was a very steady,
dependable player on defence, handled punts and ran them back in better
style than Carmine and was never erratic. Carmine, however, though weak
in catching and likely to fumble at inopportune moments, had the faculty
of getting more speed out of the team and inspiring it to greater
effort. Both were good generals and each would be called on for what he
could best perform. Harris was sure of his place at full-back, and the
ends, Edwards and Roberts, were unchallenged. Jack Innes was a fixture
at centre and Hall, although he had played in hard luck this Fall, was
far superior to Gafferty, the second-string man. At left tackle Saunders
held his place without question.
“I’m afraid he will want to. He hates to have fellows fight. I’m glad
you kept out of it, anyway.”
“We couldn’t see, sir,” replied Amy. “They just had an electric torch
and they lighted it only twice. We could just see two pairs of legs and
that was all. And a stick.”
Clint stared. “You mean that–that someone did it deliberately?” he
gasped incredulously. “But, Durkin, no one would do a thing like that!”
anything
“Oh, if there isn’t any reward offered,” said Amy, “we don’t want
anything.”