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When the last of the squads had moved away he stepped forward and addressed the captain: "Where do you want me?" Blair, suppressing a smile of amusement as he looked the applicant over, asked: "Ever played any?" "Some; I was right end on the Felton Grammar School team last year." "Where's Felton Grammar School, please?" "Maine, near Auburn." "Oh! What's your name?" "Joel March." "Can you kick?"
Lazarus doth say the richest man in Arimathea." "Content would I be with half his possessions," observed Joel. "To-day in the Temple I did see him," Lazarus said. "He too is given to the wisdom of the Galilean Prophet." "A member of the Great Sanhedrin taken with strange teachings!" Joel exclaimed in surprise. "Elizabeth hath declared him the Messiah," Mary said thoughtfully.
It beats waiting for a wagon and giving the drift a twenty-mile start. We could lash our blankets on a pack horse and ride it night or day." "What a long head!" approvingly said Sargent. "Joel, you could almost eat out of a churn. An emergency camp on the Prairie Dog is surely a meaty idea. But that's for next winter, and beef shipping's on in full blast right now.
"Halloo, Polly!" cried Joel, prancing out of the car first, and "How d'ye do, Polly?" as they all hurried after. "Halloo, Jasper!" "Oh, Polly! it's good to see you!" This from Davie, not ashamed to set a kiss on her red lips. Van and Percy looked as if they wanted to, but contented themselves with wringing her hand nearly off, while Joel declared he would look after the luggage.
"It was for an entirely different object, I assure you." "Believe me, I am quite at your service." "You are aware, I suppose, that but for the timely intervention of Joel and Hulda Hansen, the Rjukanfos would never have yielded me up alive, and I should not have the pleasure of seeing you to-day?" "Yes, yes, I know," replied Mr. Benett.
Suddenly there was a groan of dismay from the St. Eustace supporters. And no wonder. Their boat had suddenly dropped behind until its nose was barely lapping the rival shell. Number Four was rowing "out of time and tune," as Joel shouted triumphantly, and although he soon steadied down, the damage was hard to repair, for Hillton, encouraged by the added lead, was rowing magnificently.
"Oh, dear," cried Polly; "how nice, Ben! you always do think of the very best things." But Joel phoohed and declared he wouldn't waste his time "over old beef; he'd have something like!" And then he cried: "Come on, Dave, what'd you choose?"
"Fact is, Lena Hornblower can never get it into her head that I'm a dressmaker and not a sewing girl," Persis confided to Joel at the breakfast table. "I'm not saying that her knee ain't lame, but I guess if she can stand up to be fitted, she'd be equal to getting in and out of a buggy. Lena Hornblower's always looking for a chance to save a penny.
Peters slackened up as he passed Joel, but he didn't offer to let him ride. And Joel didn't want to, anyway. After a grumpy look at the Pepper boy, the old man in the wagon put the well-worn leather reins between his knees and took out a battered pocket-book, scowling above its contents as he went over a business transaction just completed at Badgertown.
"You see 'tisn't anything to make a fire," he observed to David; "an I'm goin' to build it every single day, after this. Polly'll be so s'prised. Now come on, Dave, let's go an' play," and Joel gave a long and restful stretch.
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