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Wadleigh, binding off one top. "While I've got my own legs, I don't mean to be beholden to nobody. I've had a proper nice time all winter, fust with Lucy an' then with Ann, an' I tell ye 'tain't everybody that's got two darters married so well! but for the last fortnight, I've been in a real tew to come home.
"Hustle aboard, there, you Prescott and Darrin!" roared Captain Wadleigh's voice from an open window. "You hear, Hemingway?" urged Dave. "Yes; but I can't help it," sighed the policeman. "We're not going -can't " fluttered Darrin. His voice was low, but it reached the captain of the eleven. "What's that?" roared Wadleigh, making a dash for the door of the car. "Keep your seats, you other fellows.
Dot's all right, too," retorted the German. "Battles haf been won in less than eight minutes. Read history!" In two plays Captain Wadleigh had succeeded in advancing the pigskin less than two yards down the Filmore territory.
"Knocking, are you?" demanded Drayne, coming up behind them. "Nice fellows you are!" "Oh, now, see here, Drayne, no bad blood," urged Wadleigh. He spoke authoritatively, yet coaxingly, too. "Remember, we've got to keep all our energies for one thing today." "Well, I'm mighty glad you two don't play on my end of the line," sneered Drayne, looking at Hazelton and Holmes with undisguised hostility.
There were two extra places in the German's hired car. Dave, of course, was asked to fill one of these, and Captain Wadleigh was invited to take the fifth seat. More dejected than ever were Bert Dodge and his chum, Bayliss, as they slouched away from the grounds. They did not attempt to invade the gridiron and join in the triumphal procession to quarters.
"You must use them all you can tomorrow, and yet don't make them fight the whole battle," replied Coach Morton. "Save them for the biggest emergencies." "I'll be careful," promised Wadleigh. Dick and Dave walked back into the city, instead of taking a car. "How are you feeling, Dick?" asked Dave. "As smooth as silk," Prescott replied.
Now, in the second half" -here Wadleigh lowered his voice "I'm going to spare Prescott and Darrin all I can. So you other fellows look out for hard work." Dick's eyes were still flashing. This was not from the fever of the game, but from the recollection of how narrowly he had escaped being tricked out of this chance to play today.
One quivering instant -then Wadleigh and Hudson bumped that fullback so hard that he went down, Dick wriggling safely away and bounding toward Filmore's goal. With fire in their eyes, Gridley's center and left wing swept on. Dick Prescott was over the goal line, bending and holding the ball down! Then, indeed, the crowd broke loose all except the few hundreds from Filmore. Was it a touchdown?
By some effort the football crowd was kept off the train. Soon after the second section of the train was sighted as it rolled toward the station. "Team assemble!" roared Captain Wadleigh. There was a rush of husky, mop-headed youths in his direction. Just then a hand rested on Dick's arm. "Let me speak with you, just a moment Prescott."
Wadleigh was superseded by Hon. Henry W. Blair. The first favorable consideration this question ever received from the Senate was the minority report of this committee, signed by Senators George F. Hoar, John H. Mitchell and Angus Cameron, an unanswerable argument for the enfranchisement of women.
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