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"I got to know Walter Camp's methods and ways of playing, so that, somehow or other, I could judge pretty well where the ball was going to drop when he kicked and could navigate myself about so that I was, more often than any one else on our side, near the ball when it dropped to the ground, and, if perchance, it happened to be muffed by an opposing player, which put me 'on side, the chances of a touchdown, if I got the ball, were excellent, and Hull and Lamb were somehow on hand to back me up and were ready to follow me in any direction.
At the same time he ordered a party to ride round the camp at a distance, and note whether the rampart was extended in any part, and also observe whether the signal sounded once or twice. Having received a report of all these particulars, the fact of the camp's not being enlarged led him into error.
The address is, Number 10, Camp's Hill, Islington. I should also add that the General, for obvious reasons, lived in London under the assumed name of Marillac. It will be necessary, therefore, to inquire for his widow by the name of Madame Marillac. "You will perhaps be surprised to find that I address these lines to you, instead of to Mr. Romayne. The reason is soon told.
Our camp's always on the main water, in the open. There's our watch. No. I'm a deal more scared of him making a day camp, resting. Even then we haven't missed anything large enough to hide up a skitter." "No." Now the spot light of the camp-fire shone out of the soft twilight, and the sound of voices came back from the water's edge.
Camp's little front gate! He was coming in! The girl lying in the long grass under the tree sat up hurriedly. Quick, quick! what was his name? Oh, yes, Sam! "Good-morning, Sam," she said pleasantly. But the boy, with a mere nod of his splendidly-modeled head, hurried away toward the tiny barn. The girl had seen the dark flush that mounted upward from his neck over his pink and white cheeks.
The two fires, fed by fresh fuel, were leaping higher than ever, bringing out in strong relief the long squat building, the dark, restless, noisy throng, and the space of illuminated earth. Against the night the flames and building and mob of hundreds of men seemed a crimson vision from some inferno to an accompaniment of mad music. "The camp's gone on a tear; drive ahead," her father said.
And surprisingly, in the midst of the camp's turmoil of last minute activities, I slept soundly until Snap called me, telling me the ship was coming. The corridor echoed with the tramp of Grantline's busy crew. But there was no confusion; a grim calmness had settled on everyone. Anita and Venza rushed up to join us. "It's in sight!" There was no need of going to the instrument room.
"You boys go to bed now," Will advised, "and I'll sit up and keep watch. If you hear me firing how and then, don't think the camp's been attacked. George may be lost in the woods, and I'll be doing that to give him the right direction." "We should have done that before," Tommy suggested. "Well, get to bed," Will urged, "and I'll run the camp till morning."
He stepped forward, but before he could speak a new thought had darted into Dame Camp's active mind. 'La! she finished, 'I s'pose, come to think, he's been brought here now to be tried, ain't he? With the shadow of a smile upon his face, the officer turned toward the farmer.
Beetle Ring camp lay wrapped in fleecy whiteness. The camp was late astir, for Sunday was Beetle Ring's day not of rest, but of carousal. Two men had started out rather early the camp's jug delegation to the Skylark. Presently the men began to straggle out to the snug row of sheds where the horses were kept.
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