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"Good work, old man!" whispered Frank, as he ran up. "We fooled 'em that time!" Herman Hooker led his gallant band of shouters in an impromptu war-dance back of the grandstand, their frenzied shouts of joy at the splendid play sounding loud above the other yells. Then came quiet, while the players again lined up, and the calling of the signals could plainly be heard across the gridiron.
"But he was n't good enough for her. It was his own fault too, so he is n't deserving even of pity." "Probably that makes it all the harder. What was the matter with him?" "He was one of the kind we spoke of the other night the kind who always sits in the grandstand instead of getting into the game."
In the center of the meadow was a huge flagpole from which drooped the Stars and Stripes. Near by was a grandstand and a merry-go-round and everywhere were hawkers' booths. Already the meadow was liberally dotted with sight-seers of whom there seemed to be as many Indians as whites. The mechanical piano in connection with the merry-go-round shrilled above the calls of vendors.
The four stakes of $20,000 each are the largest ever offered in any light-harness event, and insured entries of the highest class. The race track is situated near the athletic stadium, and commands an unsurpassed view of the San Francisco Bay, together with the Marin County heights and the entrance to the Golden Gate. The grandstand seats thirty-five thousand spectators.
There were so many, many uninhabited hilltops on the Zone where a private Sloth-dwelling might have been slapped together from the remains of falling towns at Gatun end; near it a grandstand might even have been erected and admission charged. Or at least the daily climb to it would have helped to reduce a push-ball figure, and thereby have improved the general appearance of the Canal Zone force.
Pepper looked in the direction pointed out and saw Roy Bock and his cronies approaching. All had big tin horns and immense wooden rattles, and their pockets bulged with apples and peanuts. "Whoop her up, Dauntless!" yelled Roy Bock, as soon as he reached the grandstand. "Whoop her up, and wipe up the ground with Putnam Hall!" And then he swung his big rattle, and his cronies did likewise.
I'm goin' in with some live wires this time, where I'll have a chance." But it turns out that he's been taken on as a sidewalk man by a pair of ticket speculators Izzy Goldman and his pal, who used to run the cigar stand down in the arcade. They handled any kind of pasteboards, from grandstand parade tickets to orchestra seats. "Yes," says I, "that'll be a great career.
And from them rose the confused, inarticulate, terrifying murmur of a mob. It was as though they were on a race-track at night facing a great grandstand peopled with an army of ghosts. With the girl at his side, Ford sprang to the window and threw up the blind, and as they clung to the bars, peering into the night, the light in the room fell full upon them.
"Of course I'm all right," was the rather impatient reply. "Don't be uneasy," he added with a laugh; " th' filly'll be in th' race an' beat old Thunderbolt!" "Good luck!" Carolyn June cried, as Old Heck turned the car about and started back toward the grandstand. "Good luck!" the Ramblin' Kid muttered to himself, watching the car as it whirled away.
"I don't think I do mean it in the way you mean. I should go because there was something worth doing not as a grandstand play." She went out of the room. Jean stared after her. The Doctor laughed. "She got you there, girlie." "Yes, she did. Do you really think she intends to go, Daddy?" "It is news to me." "Good news?" He shook his head. "She is a very valuable nurse. I should hate to lose her."
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