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"Vot you doing here, Bresgott?" demanded Herr Schimmelpodt, turning upon the young prisoner. "Vy you ain't by dot elefen? How dey going to vin bis you are behint left?" "You have company in your misery, sir," said Officer Hemingway. "I'm awfully sorry to say that Dick Prescott can't see today's game, either. It's a whopping shame, but sometimes the law is powerless to do right."
From what knowledge I have of you, I don't regard you as one who is likely to commit an unprovoked assault. Have you any objection to stating your side of the case bearing in mind, of course, the fact that I'm the Dodge lawyer." "Not the least in the world," Dick replied promptly. It was just at this moment that Herr Schimmelpodt and the elder Prescott came hastening into the room.
Schimmelpodt had suited the action to the word. Out from under him his feet shot. But Mr. Schimmelpodt, being short and flabby of leg, with a bulky body above, came down as slowly as big bodies are supposed to move. It was rather a gradual tumble. Having so much fat on all portions of his body Mr. Schimmelpodt came down with more astonishment than jar. "Ach! Such a slipperyishness!" he grunted.
Schimmelpodt," Dick responded, as he started to get up. "What are you doing here." "Oh, choost vaiting to see bis you do the same thing," grunted the contractor. "It was great sport -not?" "Decidedly 'not," laughed Dick, stepping gingerly over a sidewalk that had been spread thinly with some sticky substance. "Can I help you up, Mr. Schimmelpodt?"
Herr Schimmelpodt looked utterly shocked that anyone should think it possible for another High School eleven to take a game from Gridley. Dick soon encountered Dave and told him the news he had gleaned from Mr. Macey. "Been sending their second coach over to watch our play, have they?" laughed Darrin softly. "That seems to show how much they fear us in Fordham."
"Talk ist cheap," retorted Herr Schimmelpodt, with a wink, "mid dot's all I haf to bay for dot funeral. Dick Bresgott ain't fool enough yet to preak der only neck he has." At this a jolly laugh went around, relieving the tension a bit, for there were many in the crowd who had begun to feel mighty serious as soon as they realized that Dick was in earnest.
"Maybe," continued Herr Schimmelpodt, "you think I vos afraid when I climb dot pole. But I wos not -I pledch you mein vord. It is nottings for me to climb flagpoles. Ven I vos ein poy in Germany I did it efery day. But I will not dake up your time mit idle remarks. I repeat dot I am not ein hero." The wily old German had played out his purpose.
But, Herr Schimmelpodt, if you want to help me, do you really mind dropping in at the store and telling my father, so that he can come down to the court room? Yet please be careful not to scare Dad. He has a horror of courts and criminal law." "I bet you I do der chob -slick," promised the German, and hurried away.
Digging down into a trouser's pocket this enthusiastic old High School "rooter" brought up a roll of bills almost as large around as a loaf of bread. "What are you going to do with all that wallpaper, Mr.Schimmelpodt?" laughed Officer Hemingway. "Me? I gif bail, don't I?" demanded the German. "Well, you can't do it here. That's a matter to be fixed in court."
"Prescott?" he muttered. "Blazes, but that is Prescott!" faltered Bayliss, with a sickly grin. "How did he ever get over here in time to play?" demanded Bert Dodge. Herr Schimmelpodt could have told. The stout, sport-loving old contractor had parted with some of his greenbacks to a chauffeur who had put Dick and himself over the long road to Tottenville.
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