Take and her Mother heard the splash. Then they heard something else. They heard screams! "Ow-ow-ow!" shrieked Taro. "Take me out! take me out! I'm boiled!" The Mother and Take ran as fast as they could to the tub. Taro's head just showed over the edge. His mouth was open, the tears were streaming down his cheeks, and the air was full of "ows." His Mother reached her arm down into the water.
"Now, I hope the next one will be good, and that I can hit it a crack that will drive it into the next county," muttered Ted, feeling the cold sweat beading his forehead. He judged wrongly, on a drop ball. "Strike two!" "Drive a plum into that pudding in the box, Ted," sang out one of his classmates. "Ow-ow-ow!" shrieked a score of watching Central Grammar boys. That was the last straw.
Teall hit it soundly. Bang! With such force had the batsman struck that he exploded the large torpedo inside the home-made ball. There was a rattling explosion, and Teall, unable to figure, in that first instant, what had happened, sent the bat flying. "Ow-ow-ow!" yelled startled Ted, leaping up into the air.
"Bang! bang!" yelled a lot of Central Grammar boys with enthusiasm. "Ow-ow-ow! Ow-ow-ow!" came the response. "Strike one!" called the umpire. Ted, his face crimson and his eyes flashing fire, threw his bat from him. "Teall, pick up your bat," ordered the umpire. "If you do that again I'll order you from the game." "I don't care if you do!" trembled on Ted's lips, but he caught the words in time.
She fell, a snarling, struggling, groaning heap, to the ground, wild with pain and fright, and began the hopeless effort to draw the jaws of the trap apart with her fingers. "Ah! bon Dieu, bon Dieu! Quit a-bi-i-i-i-tin' me! Oh! Lawd 'a' mussy! Ow-ow-ow! lemme go! Dey go'n' to kyetch an' hang me! Oh! an' I hain' done nutt'n' 'gainst nobody! Ah! bon Dieu! ein pov' vié négresse! Oh! Jemimy!
The instant that Ted stepped to the plate a score of North Grammar fans yelled: "Bang!" From another group of Norths came: "Ow-ow-ow!" This was followed by some fantastic jumping. "Huh! Those fellows don't show much brains!" uttered Teall wearily. "They have to steal a josh from the Centrals." It did not annoy Ted to-day. He had expected this greeting, and had steeled himself against it.
I never took a course in a medical college, says I. 'I've just come as a fellow man to see if I could be off assistance. "'I'm deeply obliged, says he. 'Doc Waugh-hoo, this is my nephew, Mr. Biddle. He has tried to alleviate my distress, but without success. Oh, Lordy! Ow-ow-ow!! he sings out. "I nods at Mr. Biddle and sets down by the bed and feels the mayor's pulse.
OOOFF!" he said thickly, and collapsed a mere, ordinary, every-day convulsion taking the place of his pneumatic symptoms. He began to writhe, at the same time opening and closing his mouth rapidly and repeatedly, waving his arms, stamping on the floor. "Ow! Ow-ow-OW!" he vociferated. Reassured by these normal demonstrations, of a type with which she was familiar, Mrs.
They're only nine pieces of blue cheese!" That was going too far, and it was time for Central Grammar to take notice effectively. "Bang!" roared one half of the Central fans. "Ow-ow-ow!" yelled the other half of the Central boosters, leaping up into the air. Even Ted Teall had to laugh at this mortifying reminder of his terror when he had struck the torpedo ball.
He gulped, swallowed hard, hesitated, then went tremulously to pick up his stick. However, his grit was gone for the day. He struck out and retired. "Ow-ow-ow!" yelled a few of the Central fans in the eighth, and Dave Darrin struck a two bagger, bringing Prescott in safe from second, scoring a third run and landing Darrin on second.