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The latter nodded his head vigorously several times during the conversation. "I'll get it for you," he said as he and Jack parted. At the close of school that afternoon the janitor went to Jack's room with a large bundle. "Any trouble?" asked our hero. "Not a bit," replied Socker. "He was out and I found it rolled up in a corner, just where he had thrown it. He hasn't even cleaned it."
"What strikes me as odd is that such a magnificent player should do such a vile trick." "Rum, certainly. The affair will give quite a professional touch to our 'Socker' fixtures, and the Carthusians will ask us to bar our bullies when they come down again. Oh, this is sweet!" "I say, Bourne, this business must not move one inch further. You've spoken to no one?" "Is it likely?"
'He ketched an ol' socker the fast thing. I went off by myself 'n got a good sized fish, but 'twant s' big 's hisn. So I tuk 'n opened his mouth n poured in a lot o' fine shot. When I come back Ab he looked at my fish 'n begun t' brag. When we weighed 'em mine was a leetle heavier. "What!" says he. "'Tain't possible thet leetle cuss uv a trout 's heavier 'n mine." ''Tis sarrin, I said.
Acton rough, indeed! Phil Bourne must be an embodiment of his grandmother, then! Most of the fags in Biffen's house sent Phil elaborate instructions for "a nice drawing-room game to take the place of 'Socker' football nasty, rough 'Socker' footer for one-and-six, and guaranteed to do no injury to the most delicate constitution. A child can play it!"
"Socker said he was going to take a spin this afternoon, and it's about time for him to start, by all accounts." As Jack neared the entrance to the combined garage and stable he saw a group of students approaching from an opposite direction. His limp became more decided than before. "He's there!" he said softly to himself. "Hello, Ranger!" exclaimed a number, as Jack passed them.
A red haze of fine sand eddied about the toiling sheep and shepherds. Piute trudged ahead leading the king-ram, old Socker, the leader of the flock; Mescal and Hare rode at the right, turning their faces from the sand-filled puffs of wind; August and Dave drove behind; Wolf, as always, took care of the stragglers.
"I don't see him." "Well, he's always here." "Not now, you bet." "Well, this is the very first time I ever came here and didn't see him. Oh, I tell you, he's a fright. I'll bet he's a blame sight bigger'n that stump." "Well, here's his track, anyway," said Woodpecker, pointing to some tracks he had just made unseen with his own broad palm. "Now," said Sappy, in triumph. "Ain't he an old socker?"
Garlach joined in the cries for his late enemy, and then the two teachers shook hands, while the boys cheered again. "Now good loud ones for Dr. Mead and all the rest of the teachers!" called Jack, and by this time the cheering habit was so implanted that the lads cheered everything they could think of from vacation to Socker the janitor. Now the crowd began to break up.
In the winter term the baths were always boarded over and converted into a sort of extra gymnasium where you could go and box or fence when there was no room to do it in the real gymnasium. Socker and stump-cricket were also largely played there, the floor being admirably suited to such games, though the light was always rather tricky, and prevented heavy scoring.
A try!" yelled Freddy, snatching up George's bundle and placing it beside an imaginary goal-post. "Socker rules," George retorted, scattering Freddy's bundle with a kick. "Goal!" "Goal!" "Pass!" "Take care my watch!" cried Mr. Beebe. Clothes flew in all directions. "Take care my hat! No, that's enough, Freddy. Dress now. No, I say!" But the two young men were delirious.
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