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Dick waved his arms, wind-mill fashion in the quick effort to save himself. "Bresgott," observed the seated contractor, solemnly, "I bet you five tollars to den cents dot you " Here Schimmelpodt waited until Dick settled the question of the center of gravity by sprawling on the sidewalk. " -Dot you fall," finished the German, gravely. "I -Und I yin!" "Why, good morning, Mr.
"Whichever one goes up that flagstaff will come down again faster. He'll be killed!" "Cheer up some more," advised Herr Schimmelpodt stolidly. "It don't gost you nottings, anyway. If Dick Bresgott preak his neck soon, I gif him der bulliest funeral dot any boy in Gridley efer hat." "But what good " began the nervous man tremulously.
"Vot you doing here, Bresgott?" demanded Herr Schimmelpodt, turning upon the young prisoner. "Vy you ain't by dot elefen? How dey going to vin bis you are behint left?" "You have company in your misery, sir," said Officer Hemingway. "I'm awfully sorry to say that Dick Prescott can't see today's game, either. It's a whopping shame, but sometimes the law is powerless to do right."
"Talk ist cheap," retorted Herr Schimmelpodt, with a wink, "mid dot's all I haf to bay for dot funeral. Dick Bresgott ain't fool enough yet to preak der only neck he has." At this a jolly laugh went around, relieving the tension a bit, for there were many in the crowd who had begun to feel mighty serious as soon as they realized that Dick was in earnest.
Schimmelpodt, a wealthy old German contractor, rose from his seat, shouting hoarsely: "Bresgott I gif fifdy tollars by dot Athletic Committee bis you win der game vor Gridley!" The offer brought a laugh and a cheer. Schimmelpodt rarely threw away money. Dick, smiling confidently, stood bat in hand. Most other boys might have felt nervous with so much depending on them.
As they went along the German, using all his native and acquired shrewdness, quickly got at the bottom of the matter. In the meantime indignant Dave Darrin was telling all he knew about the business to an indignant lot of High School youngsters in the day coach. "You keep your upper eyebrow stiff, Bresgott," urged the warm-hearted German. "I see you through by dis business. Don't you worry."
"Hey, Bresgott ! look out!" The door had opened suddenly at this early hour in the morning. Dick, charged with doing a breakfast errand for his mother at the last moment, sprang down the steps and started to sprint away. At the first step on the sidewalk, however, Dick's landing foot shot out from under him. He tried to bring the other down in time to save himself. That, too, slipped.
Or the gale may tear it to pieces, scattering the diamonds over a whole block, and not one in ten of the stones would ever be found." Mrs. Macey sat in the runabout, a picture of mute misery. Herr Schimmelpodt elbowed his way through the outskirts of the crowd and stood absorbing his share in the local excitement. "Ach! I am afraid dere is von thing dot you gan't do, Bresgott," smiled the German.
"I tell you, Bresgott, it vos a fine idea of yours," cried the big German, as he stood in a corner, looking on, while Dick talked with him. "This vill keep young folks out of drouble, and put dem in health. It vill put Gridley to being twice as good a town, alretty." "Hullo, Mr. Schimmelpodt," called a young clerk, passing in trunks and gym. shoes. "Don't you get into a squad to-night?
It was two dollar, but now it stands itself by, marked to one-nineteen. In der morning, Bresgott, it shall be yours. Und listen!" Dick looked up into the blinking eyes. "Dot fishpole for der summer use is goot fine! Und venever you see me going by bis my vagon, don't you be slow to holler und ask me for a ride!" Commencement Day!
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