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Mike perceived this, and forced the pace. He rounded the pavilion ten yards to the good. Then, heading for the gate, he put all he knew into one last sprint. Mr. Downing was not equal to the effort. He worked gamely for a few strides, then fell behind. When Mike reached the gate, a good forty yards separated them.
Get up and put away your silly old papers. If you come along at once we'll just be in time for dinner." "How did you get here," said Sir James. "I never thought . In this weather . How did you get here?" "On my bike, of course," said Molly. "Did a regular sprint. Wind behind me. Going like blazes. I'd have done it in forty minutes, only Michael ran into a sheep and I had to wait for him."
"You're just the sort of woman I like," he said; "and there ain't a man living who's half as sweet on you as I am. You leave off bullying me about Perry, and I'll tell you what I'll do I'll let you see me take a Sprint." He drew back a step, and fixed his big blue eyes on her, with a look which said, "You are a highly-favored woman, if ever there was one yet!"
Stella took off the red cloak. The bull had put his head to the earth as though about to charge. He roared, a roar that seemed to shake the ground. As he came on she flung the offending garment on to his horns and stepped to one side. She did not wait to see the result. She could run like Atalanta. It was a pretty good sprint to the gate, which closed and opened by an iron switch.
But I wish you'd wake up and tell me who broke the bottle against the brick and made me sprint down the street." Still young Master Timmy snored. "In your sleeve you're laughing, to think how you fooled your father, aren't you?" murmured Mr. Finbrink. "Well, it was a good joke, and I admit it, young man, so I'm not going to trounce you this time.
If they break you they can't sprint fast enough to keep it; but if they take it away from Constance she's broke." "It's ten-forty!" groaned Johnny. "I'm slow on that million. Constance'll think I'm loafing." "Is she interested?" "She promised last night to keep score. Gresham was there. I looked, any minute, to see him bite himself in the neck and die of poison. Polly, he can't have her."
The other was a fellow of about the same build who didn't have as much speed I think the best he could do in the century dash was eleven or eleven and a half yet that first man failed to make the team and the other fellow, who would have been left far behind in a sprint, was a regular on the eleven for three years and could always be relied upon to do his share in carrying the ball.
"We shall have to sprint. And I've done you out of your tea, too," he added remorsefully. "Oh, that!" Ann dismissed the matter with a rather uncertain little laugh. "You don't suppose I'm worrying about my tea, do you?" He looked at her curiously. "No, I don't suppose you are," he answered.
Then a distant German machine-gun started its sprint, stumbled, went on again, tripped again. A second machine-gun farther down the line caught it up, and the two ran along in perfect step for a while. Then a third joined in, like some distant canary answering its mates.
It was all he could do to stand off Farley until he recovered his wits enough to dodge once more. Yet, all the while, Darrin was watching his chance. "This isn't a sprint!" yelled Farley, in high disgust. "Come back here!" Dave did come back. Wheeling suddenly, he struck his right arm up under Farley's now loose guard. In the same fraction of a second Dave let fly with his left. Smack!
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