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And it isn't the photographer's fault if the good-looking half-back in the second row moved his head just as the camera went snap and all that shows of Bill Jones is a torn and lacerated left ear!" "For the love of Mike, Amy, shut up!" pleaded Clint. "You talk so much you don't say anything! Besides, you told me once you used to play yourself when you first came here."
His father died when he was but three years old, leaving his mother in moderate circumstances with two other boys, Clint and Charles. When Alonzo was thirteen she moved to Greencastle where she kept boarders and Alonzo commenced at once to work in a glass factory to help support his mother. He worked there four years, and was thrown out of work when the factory was closed.
There was a moment's pause, and then, puffing out long clouds of smoke, and in a tone of curious detachment, as though he were telling of something that he saw now in the far distance, or as a spectator of a battle from a far vantage-point might report to a blind man standing near, Sinnet said: "P'r'aps Ricketts didn't know the whole story; p'r'aps Clint didn't know it all to tell him; p'r'aps Clint didn't remember it all.
His position revealed a full ten inches of the startling hose; and, since they were almost under his nose, Clint gazed at them fascinatedly. "Some socks, are they not?" inquired the youth. Clint, already a little embarrassed by the other's friendliness, removed his gaze hurriedly. "They're very nice," he murmured. The other elevated one ankle and viewed it approvingly.
His voice was so sharp and insistent, so changed, that Buckmaster turned from the doorway and came back into the room. "What's the use of my hearin'? You want me not to kill Greevy, because of that gal. What's she to me?" "Nothing to you, Buck, but Clint was everything to her." The mountaineer stood like one petrified. "What's that what's that you say? It's a damn lie!"
Only hem I was thinking that possibly, say, fifty dollars between you, or " "No, thanks," interrupted Clint. "We're glad we were able to help you recover the things, sir. And now I reckon we'll have to be getting to the station." But Mr. Wiggin was the sort who becomes more insistent against opposition. Really, the boys must take something! Really they must!
I was for his gittin' married same as me, when we had enough cash. I use to think of that when he was ten, and when he was eighteen I spoke to him about it; but he wouldn't listen jest laughed at me. You remember how Clint used to laugh sort of low and teasin' like you remember that laugh o' Clint's, don't you?"
"We can do two miles in half an hour easily," said Amy. "Gee, I can almost smell that coffee, Clint!" They went on in the growing light, passing another farm-house presently and another unfriendly dog. The greyness in the east became tinged with rose. Birds sang and fluttered.
"Couldn't stand the punishment any longer, eh?" asked Amy cheerfully. "Ah, poor, disgraced, downtrodden 'varsity! My heart bleeds for them, Clint! I could sit me down and weep " "You'll weep all right if you don't shut up!" declared Clint savagely. "And don't walk so fast. I've got a bum knee." Halfway to Torrence Amy stopped suddenly and clasped a hand to his forehead. "Woe is me!" he declaimed.
I play Kennard in the morning. He's a snap." "Why don't you pick out someone who can play? Don't win the tournament too easily, Amy. They'll get onto you." "That's so, but I can't afford to take any chances. There you are! Now you're all right. Up, Guards, and at them!" "I'm not a guard; I'm a tackle," corrected Clint as he experimentally bent his knee up and down. "It does feel better, Amy.
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