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Updated: June 11, 2025
Red pointed to a discolored nose and admitted "Twice." Perry Alford indicated a moist, dark circle on his wash blouse and a sticky lock of hair. Their leader looked grave. "Silvey's hit twice, and Skinny's dead, so that leaves them only five. But, Jiminy, Red, if you and Perry get hit, it's all up. And look where they are. Maybe I can get 'em to come out."
Then at a signal, seven arms loosed a shower of missiles at the startled trio of leaders. A cucumber caught Skinny Mosher squarely below his ear. Another left a moist spot on one of Silvey's oft darned stockings. A third missile found another mark on the now bewildered Mosher. Red Brown advanced upon him. "Surrender!" he yelled.
"Here, kid, you can join both armies at once." The incubus ceased wailing and looked up eagerly. Silvey's and Skinny's faces bespoke perturbed amazement. "How ," interrupted Red Brown. "You can be a Red Crosser and look after the ones who get killed," John continued serenely. "Only you mustn't fight. Red Crossers never do. They just stay around the hospitals."
It's so wide I can hardly get in the room with it." "'Tain't," exclaimed John incredulously. "Nothing can be bigger'n ours." "Come and see," was Silvey's unanswerable retort. So the quartette trooped up the street to "come and see." On their way, they passed the postman, struggling under his load of Christmas packages.
"I'm captain," he replied, as John finished. "I'm running this team. I'm going to pitch, and if you don't like it, you can quit." He walked over to the position, leaving a dazed and resentful first baseman behind him. That evening, John returned from the paper route to eat supper listlessly and skip up to Silvey's as soon as he had finished.
"Doesn't it feel funny, though?" John nodded and stood up again. "Beat you around the island," he challenged. No sooner said than they were off. Silvey's new skates cut the ice cleanly at every stroke, while his chum's duller pair skidded and slid now and then as he gained headway.
Inside, Silvey's glance took in the prostrate figures of Sid, Red Brown, and Perry Alford, who were packed so closely together in the enclosure that they could scarcely move, then roamed listlessly past John with his insignia of office, out to the sunlit fence and railroad tracks. Red yawned wearily. "Hurry up and do something, Sil." "Where's Skinny?" asked the president. "Down town with Mrs.
They left their nominal leader to do as he desired and scattered to commandeer the various family buckets and fiber pails. Skinny, who lived farthest from the Silvey's, came up at last with his utensil, and they set off, single file, past Neighborhood Hall and the corner grocery stores, and around to quiet, sedate Southern Avenue, beating a crude marching rhythm on the tins as they went.
The temptation of Silvey's invitation was great, and with any other maiden, would have proved fatal. But the lure of the rosy dream for the future was still strong. He freed himself gently from her grasp, and was two yards away before she realized what he had done. "There," he said with satisfaction. "I knew you could stand up. Now, skate to me." "Aw-w-w, Johnny, come on back. I'm going to fall!"
Meet at the shack after school today all the Tigers there. Bill. He caught Silvey's gaze upon him and nodded to show that he had received the note. The pair would have met on the way home from school, anyway, but what was the use of a secret code unless it was used at every possible opportunity?
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