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Updated: July 22, 2025
"Gee," said Honey, after they had all disappeared, "that took the last drop of resolution in me. By Jove, you don't suppose they'll get sore and stay away for good?" Frank shook his head. Day by day the men worked on the Clubhouse; they worked their hardest from the moment of sunrise to the instant of sunset. It was a square building, big compared with the little cabins.
"Too much like a professional." Merle lifted a hand from the wheel to wave deprecation. "That's what the poor kid gets for hanging about that clubhouse all the time." "The poor kid!" murmured Patricia. "I never noticed him much before." "Beastly overbearing sort of chap," said Merle. "Isn't he?" said Patricia. "I couldn't help but notice that." She shifted her eyes sidewise at Merle.
When they had halted by the benches Dick began: "Now, fellows, each of you keep steadily in mind what we have at stake this afternoon." "Yes, sirree!" grinned Dan Dalzell. "If we win to-day we're going to learn what the man on the clubhouse steps said." "To-day's victory gives one school or the other the championship of the Gridley Grammar School League," Dick declared.
The chief hotel is accepted as the social centre and clubhouse, so that a man arriving in town, whether he puts up at the hotel or not, goes to the register and enters his name. "Never fail to register; it may be handy to prove an alibi," has become a saying. Jim went to the hotel with an idea. He registered, glanced over the other names and learned that Cattleman Kyle was then in town.
After he had changed his shoes and secured the latticed steel door of his locker he went up to the main room of the clubhouse, where, on the long divan before the open fire, he found Peyton Morris lounging with Anette Sherwin by a low tea table.
An air of startled expectancy was manifest in the positions taken by the different members of the group. The minister's voice had sounded sharp and authoritative, and he now stepped forward a pace or two, stopping at a point where the light from one of the clubhouse windows fell full on his face. Clearly he was laboring under great excitement. "You have something to say to me?" inquired Orme.
I knew he would suppose it was suicide; I thought every one would suppose so. 'When Marlowe began at last to lift the body, I stole away down the wall and got out into the road by the clubhouse, where he could not see me. I felt perfectly cool and collected.
You're on!" she cried, with a reckless laugh. "But you'll go some if you keep up with me to-night." And so, that evening, while Brian Kent and Betty Jo from the porch of the little log house by the river watched the twinkling lights of the clubhouse windows, the party with mad merriment tried to help a woman to forget.
For one thing, the clubhouse itself is an unpretentious structure; for another, the narrow and winding stairway leading down the side of the cliff gives no indication of its specific purpose. Moreover, a light foot-bridge across the tracks is hardly noticeable through the screen of trees and shrubs above, and the water-front lies yet fifty yards farther on.
"No, three months won't be too much, Frank. Tomorrow is the dinner at the clubhouse, isn't it?" "Yes. I should be sorry to miss that, for having only been just elected a member of the Squadron, I should like to put in an appearance at the first set dinner." "Of course, Frank. I certainly should not like you to miss it." The next evening Frank went ashore to dine at the club.
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