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"Oh, yes, she's fine!" exclaimed Bert "There's nothing the matter at all." "Yes there is," insisted Nan. "I can tell by your face. It's that Danny Rugg; I'm sure. Oh, Bert, is he bothering you again?" "Well, he said he was going to." "Then why don't you go straight and tell Mr. Tetlow? He'll make Danny behave. I'll go tell him myself!" "Don't you dare, Nan!" cried Bert.
"I keep those little paths clear and clean so that there never is anything in my way to trip me up when I have to run for safety," continued Danny. "When the grass gets tall those little paths are almost like little tunnels. The time I dread most is when Farmer Brown cuts the grass for hay.
"After I beat him, he means," sneered Danny. "Come on, let's race if we're going to," called some of the boys on Danny's sled. "Yes; don't stay here all day." "Get a move on!" "We'll beat, anyhow, what's the use of racing?" There were only a few of things that those on the big new sled of Danny's, called to those on Bert's bob.
"Danny better not run over him, and stand on his neck, though he ain't used to it the way we are," Patsy said, but was promptly advised to forget it, and let Pearl go on with the story, by Danny himself, to whom the subject was growing painful.
Coulter had not recovered his nerve, and the next batter got a safe hit into right field, while Danny Griswold's short legs fairly twinkled as he scudded down to third and then tore up the dust in a mighty effort to get home on a single. Every Yale man was on his feet cheering again, and Danny certainly covered ground in a remarkable manner. Head first he went for the plate.
"Something must have happened to Dave," suggested Danny Grin anxiously. "What could happen to him?" demanded Hazelton scornfully. "Darry can take care of himself. He'll be in presently." "Let's call him again!" urged Dan. They called in concert, their voices echoing through the woods. "Did you hear that?" asked Dick eagerly, after a pause of listening. "There it goes again."
Less than forty seconds afterwards each of the six boys was cutting a stout sapling, which he forthwith trimmed. "I believe I could kill anything but an ox with this," observed Reade, eyeing his bludgeon. "Look out!" called Danny Grin, as if in alarm. In a twinkling Tom dropped his club, dashed at a young oak tree and began to climb, thinking that the dog had suddenly appeared.
"I don't believe I know her." "I guess you don't," Dan replied. "She's new in Annapolis. Visiting her uncle and aunt, you know. And her mother's with her." "Are your intentions serious in this, Danny?" Darrin went on. "Blessed if I know," Dalzell answered candidly. "She's a mighty fine girl, is May Preston. I don't suppose I'll ever be lucky enough to win the regard of such a really fine girl."
The exertions for Danny Mann's recapture proved unavailing, and in a few weeks the affair had begun to grow unfamiliar to the tongues and recollections of the people. Hardress's depression reached an unbearable degree, and Anne at last grew seriously uneasy. He assured her that if she knew all she would pity and not blame.
Danny turned his back on Darn and the latter exclaimed: "What's that blue pants leg for, hangin' down from your coat tail?" "Why why that's the el'funt's tail," Danny replied reluctantly. "My gorry!" cried Darn, giving way to shrieks of laughter so that he had to sit down on the ground and double up with the paroxysms of mirth. "An el'funt's tail!
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