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"And how did she keep it the tavern?" "Like hell," said Van. He rose to go, adding; "You like him about that way yourself since yesterday." Her eyes had been sparkling, but now they snapped. "Why how can you speak so rudely? You know that isn't true! You know I like admire Mr. Bost You haven't any right to say a thing like that no matter what you may have done for me!" She too had risen.
Bost led the team and the substitutes into the overgrown barn we used for a gymnasium, and while we were still patting ourselves approvingly in our minds he cut loose: "You pasty-faced, overfed, white-livered beanbag experts, what do you mean by running a beauty show instead of a football game?" he yelled. "Do you suppose I came out here to be art director of a statuary exhibit?
I never expect to be a Captain of Industry, but it couldn't make me feel any more contented or powerful or complacent than to be a busted-up scrub in Siwash, with a team like that to watch. I'm pretty sure of that. But, happy as we were, Bost wasn't nearly content. He had ideals. I believe one of them must have been to run that team through a couple of brick flats without spoiling the formation.
Bost went home by himself that night after the game, not stopping even to assure us that as a team we were beneath his contempt. The next afternoon he was, if anything, a little more vitriolic than ever but not with Ole. Toward the middle of the signal practice he pulled himself together and touched Ole gently. "My dear Mr.
You are all right, Ole. I never saw a more intelligent fellow. I won't cuss you any more, Ole. If you'll stop now we'll take you back in an automobile hold on there a minute; can't you see I'm all out of breath?" "Aye ban gude faller, den?" asked Ole, letting out another link of speed. "You are a" puff-puff "peach, Ole," gasped Bost. "I'll" puff-puff "never cuss you again. Please" puff-puff "stop!
Still another road, by Bost, Rudbar, and Lash, along the course of the river, exists. Although not so direct, it is an important route to Herat; upon this road stand the ruins of the ancient city of Bost in a wonderful state of preservation; here, as elsewhere in this region, the remains of fortifications testify to the former military importance of the spot.
"Load your beece," ordered Sergeant Meyer, "and go to your bost again, to the left of Shupert." The fact of Sweeny's opening fire did not cause a resumption of the close fighting. Quiet still continued, and the leaders of the expedition took advantage of it to discuss their situation, while the Indians gathered into little groups and seemed also to be holding council.
The Muggledorfers were a pruny-looking lot. We had the game won when our team came out and glared at them. Bost had filled most of the positions with regular young mammoths, and when you dressed them up in football armor they were enough to make a Dreadnought a little nervous. The Muggleses kicked off to our team, and for a few plays we plowed along five or ten yards at a time.
His cloth mill gives employment to half the village. What we shall do if it is shut up I am sure I don't know. But what do they care for the village? Mynheer Von Bost is a Protestant and a rich man that is quite enough for the Blood Council; so he and his pretty young wife are to be dragged off and executed." "What is that?" Ned asked, opening the door.
Bost rounded up two or three more good players, and every afternoon he lashed us around the field with that wire-edged tongue of his. On Saturdays we played, and oh, how we worked! In the first half we were afraid of what Bost would say to us when we came off the field. In the second half we were mad at what he had said. And how he did drive us down the field in practice!
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