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Above, on the campus, the football field was noisy with voices and the pipe of the referee's whistle; and farther up the river at the boathouse moving figures showed that some of the boys were about to take advantage of the pleasant afternoon. "Some one's going rowing," observed Outfield. "Can you row, Joel?" "I guess so; I never tried." West laughed. "Then I guess you can't. I've tried.
Outside of the "pasture" and the "hill-field" the ground was too rocky and broken to make driving a pleasure, and after losing half a dozen balls Outfield restricted himself to the pasture, where he created intense interest on the part of the cows. He found that he got along much more peaceably with them when he appeared without his red coat.
When West arose Joel overtook him at the door. And as the friends took their way toward Joel's room, he told everything to West in words that tumbled over each other. Outfield West heard him in silence after one exclamation of surprise, and when Joel had finished, cried: "Why didn't you tell about Cloud? Don't you see that this is his doing?
Now, didn't you?" "But it was all in fun," protested Joel, distressedly. "I didn't suppose you meant it, you know." "Meant it!" answered Outfield indignantly. "Of course I meant it. Don't you expect I appreciate level-headedness and sharp-wittedness and applicationousness just as much as Remsen? Why, I had it all fixed.
He found his roommate reading at the table when he entered Number 34. Sproule looked up and observed: "I saw you with Outfield West a moment ago. It looks rather funny for a 'grind, as you profess to be, hobnobbing with a Hampton House swell." "I haven't professed to be a 'grind," answered Joel quietly, as he opened his Greek. "Well, your actions profess it.
If I receive them on the way out of the building I put them in my pocket, and then put them away when I get back." "Where do you keep them?" "In my bureau drawer." "It is kept locked?" "No, sir. I never lock it." "Do you remember what was in that last letter?" "Yes, sir." "Was any one mentioned in it?" "Yes, sir. Mr. Remsen was mentioned. And Outfield West, and my brother, and father."
Despite this fortune of two hundred and forty dollars, Joel elected to spend his Christmas holidays again at Hillton, and Outfield, when he learned of the intention, declined his uncle's invitation and remained also. The days passed quickly and merrily. There was excellent skating on the river, and Joel showed West the methods of ice-fishing, though with but small results of a finny nature.
Farmer March, in especial, showed the greatest pleasure at meeting him again, and shook hands with him four times before the street was reached and the car that was to carry them to the college town gained. The boys conducted the visitors to their room, and made lunch for them on a gas stove, Outfield drawing generously on his private larder, situated under the foot of his bed.
For what, after all, is a word, but the enclosure for human use of a certain district, larger or smaller, from the vast outfield of thought or feeling or fact, and in this way a bringing of it under human cultivation, a rescuing of it for human uses?
What do you suppose he would do if some one threw a ball at him?" "Catch it in his hat," suggested Wallace Clausen. "He does look a bit er rural," said Outfield West, eying the youth in question. "I fear he doesn't know a bulger from a baffy," he added sorrowfully. "What's more to the subject," said Wallace Clausen, "is that he probably doesn't know a touch-down from a referee.
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