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"Now, all hands turn to and load on the floor planks, bedding and the tent," called Dick. This, too, was quickly accomplished, though all six were now perspiring. "Greg, I believe it's your turn to drive first to-day," Prescott announced. "Up with you! Forward -march!" Dick led the way out of camp, at a brisk four-mile-an-hour stride. The long hike was started, at last.
In the light of her personality I thought Barbara's coup de théâtre rather cruel. . . . Of course Barbara received her courteously. She, too, was surprised at her outward aspect, having expected to behold a fantastic personage of comic opera. "I am very pleased to see you, Mrs. Prescott."
Yet it came as a welcome relief to the Gridley youngsters when the referee and the other officials came to the field and game was called. Dick Prescott won the toss, and took the kickoff. That, of course, sent the ball into Fordham ranks. In an instant the solid Fordham line emitted a murmur that sounded like a bear's growl, then came thundering down upon the smaller Gridley youngsters.
You kin be certain that Timmendiquas did everything to keep them from gittin' by. Listen, thar go the rifles ag'in, an' they're nearer now!" Good news spreads as fast as bad, and in ten minutes it was known throughout the beleaguered houses of Fort Prescott that a great and glorious event had occurred. They would not be taken by the Indians, they would not be slaughtered or carried into captivity.
He would have been puzzled several times lately, had he considered it of sufficient moment, by his mother's change of attitude towards Doctor Prescott. He went to the china-closet beside the chimney. On the upper shelves was his mother's best china tea-set; on the lower a little array of cloudy bottles; some small bunches of herbs, all nicely labelled, were packed in the wide space at the bottom.
"Not quite so much like an ostrich, Mr. Prescott!" rasped out Corporal Brayton severely. Dick flushed painfully, all the more so because he heard one of the other candidates snicker. "Stop that laughing, Mr. Danvers!" commanded Corporal Brayton. Greg, in trying to get the right position, had so exaggerated it that now he found himself trembling from the strain of trying to maintain that position.
Instantly Coach Carney's face cleared. It was an emergency signal, not yet used in the game. As if unconsciously, all the men of the Army eleven had turned toward right guard. The ball was snapped back. Boyle took three steps of a plunge toward right guard, then suddenly dodged, passing the ball to Greg, who swiftly passed it to Prescott -and the race was on.
"He warms himself at the flame and perhaps scorches himself, too, or it may be that he wishes to make some one else jealous Helen Harley, for instance. I merely venture the suggestion; I do not pretend to know all the secrets of the social life of Richmond." Prescott went that very afternoon to the Grayson cottage, and he prepared himself with the greatest care for his going.
He spent the night in a tense struggle to keep awake, and when Prescott got up at dawn the trooper's face was haggard and his eyes half closed, but he was still on guard. After breakfast, they borrowed a saddle for Wandle and set out on the return journey, meeting Curtis, who had ridden from the railroad, at the first settlement they reached.
"I shall be glad, even if for nothing more than the chance to rest my feet." "Nonsense!" Dick retorted. "You'll be out on Main Street, to-night, ready to tramp miles and miles, if anything amusing turns up." At the first shade by the roadside Dick &. Co. halted for fifteen minutes to rest. "Now, each one of you do a little silent thinking," Prescott urged.
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