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Here they passed out through wide doors and into a narrow yard that separated the court-house from the jail. Crossing this sandy strip they entered the sheriff's office. Conklin paused; North gazed at him inquiringly. "It's too bad, John," said the sheriff. Then without further words he led North to a door opposite that by which they had entered.
Most of the pupils were boys of from thirteen to seventeen, although there were two older fellows in the class, Jay Fowler and Hatherton Williams. Both were Sixth Formers and both were football men. Mr. Conklin, the physical director, gave enthusiastic endorsement and encouragement. Brimfield had never supplied instruction in swimming, something which the director had long regretted, and Mr.
More feared and more hated than Conklin himself was Isaacs. The latter, always fastidious, wore a blue-striped vest, without a coat to obscure it, and about his throat was knotted a flaming vermilion necktie, fastened in place with a diamond stickpin obviously the spoil of some recent robbery. Glendin, watching, ground his teeth. McNamara followed.
Colonel Morrison naturally thought as long as Conklin was going to lose that money he could have lost it just as well at home in the "Queen City of the Prairies," giving the Colonel a chance to win.
1 Jud Elderkin, patrol leader. 2 Joe Clausin. 3 Andy Flinn. 4 Phil Towns. 5 Horace Poole. 6 Bob Tice. 7 Curly Baxter. 8 Cliff Jones, whose entire name was Clifford Ellsworth Fairfax Jones. 1 Frank Savage, patrol leader. 2 Billie Little, a very tall lad, and of course always called Little Billie. 3 Nat Smith. 4 Sandy Griggs. 5 Old Dan Tucker. 6 "Red" Conklin. 7 "Spider" Sexton. 8 "Gusty" Bellows.
"Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might get too hot for Jim Conklin in some of them scrimmages, and if a whole lot of boys started and run, why, I s'pose I'd start and run. And if I once started to run, I'd run like the devil, and no mistake. But if everybody was a-standing and a-fighting, why, I'd stand and fight. Be jiminey, I would. I'll bet on it." "Huh!" said the loud one.
That'll do for you!" said Steve indignantly, aiming a blow at Tom's ribs which was skilfully evaded. "Let's stop at the office in here and see if we can get lockers." They could. Moreover, Mr. Conklin, the physical director, informed them, to their deep satisfaction, that the charge of one dollar each would be placed on their term bill if they wished.
"Steve, run down to the marshal's office; Deputy Glendin is there." She took the wet cloth and made a deft bandage for the head of Conklin. With his shaggy hair covered, and all his face sagging with lines of weariness, the gun-fighter seemed no more than a middle-aged man asleep, worn out by trouble. "Is there a doctor?" asked Bard anxiously.
"Durkin shied a stone at us as we were going down the hill," said Dreer, "and when we told him to stop it he he wanted to fight." "That was the way of it, Beaufort?" "Aw, find out," growled Beaufort. "I don't have to account to you for what I do." "Keep a civil tongue, Beaufort," counselled Mr. Conklin, "or it may prove bad for you, my boy."
"Never mind the election, that was only a jest," replied the lawyer good-humouredly; "and the trouble's not worth talkin' about. If Miss Conklin," and here he turned respectfully towards her, "would take a seat in my buggy and show me the chief settlers' houses, I reckon I could fix up the case in three or four days." The eyes of all were directed upon Loo.
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