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A spectator might as well have called to a man in a hundred-yard dash to stop running, to an oarsman in a race to jump out of his shell.
Before this thing, and to the right of it, rifle in hand, stood Berselius. He did not even lift the gun to his shoulder till the hundred-yard limit was passed, and then he hung on his aim so horribly that Adams felt the sweat-drops running on his face like ants, and even Félix swallowed like a man who is trying to choke down something nauseous.
First would come several short sprints between the best runners of hundred-yard distances in the county. These were sure to key up the spectators by their thrilling intensity, as is always the case. Following fast upon these there would be hammer-throwing, and the toss of the discus.
This time the Lieutenant and Sergeant Jack had not been able to come, but we arranged the races and jumps on the sand for all that, and went into them with a will and A rain-drop fell. Nor was it long lonesome. Before we had finished the hundred-yard dash we were in the midst of it was undeniably raining. Half a moment later "bucketsful" would have been a weak simile.
"I can run a hundred-yard dash in thirteen seconds," said Ernestine; "and that's better than lots of boys can do it." "I can throw a ball like a boy," said Helen Nash. "So can I" this from Marion Stanlock. "Oh, several of us can do that," Katherine declared. "We've played ball with the boys. But now you're getting close to what I was driving at. We'll proceed to gather a supply of ammunition."
They would have changed their minds had they seen him now. He ran along that path as he had run in school at the last track meet, where he had been second in the hundred-yard dash. He reached the spot where the sod had broken and, dropping on his knees, looked fearfully over. The dust was still rising, the sand and pebbles were still rattling in a diminishing shower down to the beach so far below.
We crossed Mersea Island, turned in at a five-barred gate, and rushed up a hundred-yard plank-road that he had put down. "It is a curious place he has there. A big shed of creosote-boards and felt roof, in the shape of a letter =L=, and at the side a small lean-to affair where he lives.
In a hundred-yard sprint, Jimmie Dale raced it a half block to the station, tore up the steps and a moment later dropped nonchalantly into a seat and pulled an evening newspaper from his pocket. Jimmie Dale got off at the second station down, crossed the street, mounted the steps of the elevated again, and took the next train uptown.
In the hundred-yard stretch of gray bloom between the cabin and the snow-ridge he saw three figures speeding like wolves. In a flash the meaning of this unexpected move of the Eskimos dawned upon him. They were cutting Pelliter off from the cabin and his course of flight. "Go it, Kazan!" he cried, fiercely, bending low over the leader. "Moo-hoosh moo-hoosh moo-hoosh, old man!"
When the Baltimore was within twenty-five hundred-yard range she poured a broadside into the Reina Christina which literally blew that craft into fragments, and the smoke from the guns yet hung like a cloud above the deck when the ill-fated flag-ship sank beneath the waters of the bay.
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