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"Well, there wasn't anything strange about that," returned Rand, "if she was a good cook." "Or if her cooking was good," added Jack. "Are you ready, all?" now called the starter, and each one of the different crews grasped his oar with quickened tension as the coxswains responded: "Ready!" and there followed the sharp report of the pistol.
Stop him, somebody! That boy will be hurt!" These were only a few of the many cries that rose from the grandstand and the space in front of it when the people saw Freddie right in the path of the rushing horses. "Ring that bell!" cried one of the judges to the starter.
They cracked walnuts and hickory-nuts in the loft while the rain pattered noisily on the board roof. Austin had a definite suggestion for Sunday that would break the monotony of life. "Let's me an' you not go ter meetin' ter-morrow?" the neighbor ventured for a starter. "All right!" the Boy agreed. "Preachin' makes me tired anyhow." "Me, too, an' I tell ye what I'll do.
I tackled the problem in the only way I could think of and that was to visit the houses with whom I had learned the United Woollen did business. I remembered the names of about a dozen of them and made the rounds of these for a starter. It seemed like a poor chance and I myself did not know exactly what they could do with me but it would keep me busy for a while.
"How would this do for a starter?" Jeff handed him two typewritten sheets. The night editor read them through. He looked straight at Jeff. "Can you back this up?" "I can." "But what about those affidavits?" Farnum grinned. "We'll take care of them when we come to them." "It's your funeral," Jenkins admitted. The whole front page of the World next morning was filled with the Farnum story.
Several of our men have mysteriously vanished. Two we know were assassinated; the others have been done away with. My reputation is at stake. Thus far I have been baffled." "And what do you want me to do?" "Shadow down and locate the leaders." "Can you give me a hint where to look for them? That is, can you give me any starter at all?" "I cannot.
The young man pondered, then drew a chair up to, Mrs. Hale's escritoire, and, with an abrupt "excuse me," helped himself to pen, ink and paper. "There!" he said, after five minutes' work. "That'll do for a starter. You see," he added, handing the product of his toil to Mrs. Hale, "this street happens to be the regular cross-town route for the milk that comes over by one of the minor ferries.
The machine stopped, and the Man thankfully resigned his seat to Warren, who drew up the heavy motor gloves, and settled himself in his seat. The car, a beautiful French model, was familiar to Warren, and he pressed the starter with perfect confidence. And he was justified. Like a swallow, the beautiful machine skimmed the smooth and level road, leaving Warsaw with all its tragedy and far behind.
A misguided retribution led Starter Carson to pass from the Judges' Stand after the race, along the narrow passage between the Club Stand and the course, to the paddock gate. There he met Mike, who forthwith set to flailing him. "Did ye notice a little mare called Lucretia in that race, Mr. Carson did ye see anythin' av her at all down at the post?" Carson's eyes twinkled uneasily.
Of this race a gentleman from Cedarville, named Mr. Richards, was to be the starter and judge. The course was a short mile, down the lake and back again. The Pornell boys to enter were named Gray, Wardham, Gussy, and De Long. The contestants from Putnam Hall were Tom Rover, Fred Garrison, Tubbs, and a lad named Hollbrook. "Are you ready?" asked Mr.
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