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"I declare, I think it ought to," replied Mr. Morton. "But see here, how are two boys -or, let us say, two boys and a submaster -going to bring about any such result as this?" "By presenting it properly through the leading daily of Gridley," replied Prescott, with great promptness. "Have you received any assurance that Mr. Pollock, of 'The Blade, will be for this big scheme of yours?" asked Mr.
"Yes; I know." "There's a fine lot of apparatus there," went on Dick. "It cost thousands and thousands of dollars to put that gym. in shape." "And it's worth every dollar of the cost," contended Mr. Morton firmly. "Mr. Morton," challenged Dick, "who paid for it?" "The city government," replied the submaster. "Where did the city government get the money?" "From the citizens, of course." "Now, Mr.
"Well, he's captain," replied the submaster. "Huh! I thought it was all Prescott's fine work!" sneered Phin. "You're wrong there, Mr. Drayne," rejoined the coach frankly. "As a matter of fact, it was I who suggested that you be cast for light work this year." "Oh!" muttered Drayne "Yes; if you feel like blaming anyone, blame me, not Prescott.
Morton may have something to offer." But the coach hadn't. "You're doing as well as any man of Gridley could do, Darrin," the submaster assured the young second captain. "Of course, with Prescott at center, and yourself jumping around as quarter-back the team would be stronger.
So Submaster Drake came to the platform, drawing a chair up beside the principal's. But Mr. Cantwell still felt obliged to do the counting, as he was responsible for the correctness of the sums. So all Mr. Drake could do was check off the names as the principal called them. Faster and faster poured the copper stream now. Mr.
When you come to-morrow morning, I will let you know what I have decided in your case." Submaster Drake bit his lips. This was not the way to deal with a situation in which the principal had started the trouble. Mr. Drake wouldn't have handled the situation in this way, nor would Dr. Thornton, the former principal.
"Jump yourself, Prescott!" bawled the submaster hoarsely. But Dick was already in the air. With the flames shooting up and seeming fairly to lick his face, Dick had had no time to calculate his jump. On the ground, some feet beyond the wagon, Prescott landed, sprawling on all fours. He leaped up, however, his face twitching yet with a laugh on his lips.
He could give great aid in bringing an unbroken line of victories to Gridley. That was enough. By now Coach Luce was a bit red in the face. He realized that his momentary relapse into the old college enthusiasm had made him look ridiculous, in his other guise of High School submaster.
Morton, "we'll go home and see whether we can engender the idea of eating any lunch, after this unmasking of villainy in our own crowd. But at half past two promptly to the minute, meet me at the High School. Remember, we've practice on for half past three." "Of all the mean, contemptible " began Darrin, after the submaster had left them. "Stop right there, Dave!" begged his chum.
When it came Dick Prescott's turn he spoke so quietly that those nearest him thought he said six dollars. "Sixty dollars?" repeated Mr. Morton, more distinctly. "The best offering yet." "I've one more," added Prescott, in the same low voice. "Then speak up more loudly," directed the submaster. "There are a lot of young people here who want to hear."
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