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Wadleigh approached the door, she gave a rapid glance at the hop-pole in the garden, and wondered if its vine had stood the winter well. That was the third hop vine she'd had from Mirandy Pendleton! Mounting the front steps, she drew forth the key, and put it in the door. It turned readily enough, but though she gave more than one valiant push, the door itself did not yield.
As Dodge was a heavier man, and not badly schooled in fistics, Dick had the good sense to go at this fight coolly, taking time to exercise his judgment. "What's it all about?" demanded Wadleigh. Just for an instant Bayliss felt himself stumped. Then, all of a sudden, an inspiration in lying came to him.
Dick Prescott, in particular, was coached much in private, as well as on the actual gridiron. "Keep yourself in keen good shape, Mr. Prescott," Mr. Morton insisted. "We need your help in scalping Tottenville next Saturday." As the week wore along Mr. Morton and Captain Wadleigh became more and more pleased with themselves and with their associates. "I don't see how we can fail tomorrow," said Mr.
This was done by the special desire of its chairman, Senator Oliver P. Morton, of Indiana, who stated that he wished to bring in a report in favor of the amendment. Before the committee could act upon this question Senator Morton passed away. An adverse report was presented by his successor, Senator Bainbridge Wadleigh, of New Hampshire, June 14, 1878.
There are too many lonely spots along the road. "Do you think they'd assassinate us?" jeered Bert. "I -I think Wadleigh may have formed the notion of stopping us and giving us a thrashing," responded Bayliss. "Bosh!" snapped Dodge quickly. Yet, none the less, he paused and looked thoughtful. "There's more than one road to Gridley, old fellow," muttered Bert uneasily.
It was evidently barricaded. "My soul!" said Mrs. Wadleigh. She stepped back, to survey the possibilities of attack; but at that instant, glancing up at the window, she had Cyrus Pendleton's own alarming experience. A head looked out at her, and was quickly withdrawn. It was dark, unkempt, and the movement was stealthy. "That's him!" said Mrs.
"Barely two minutes!" groaned the Gridley spectators, watches in hand. Dick was seen glancing at Wadleigh and shaking his head almost imperceptibly. But a hundred people on the grand stand saw that tiny shake, and, most of all, Pike took it in. Wadleigh, before bending low over the ball held up thumb and forefinger of his right hand, formed in a circle, for a brief instant.
"No," replied Dr. Bentley hesitatingly. "It might be a greater crime to keep him off the gridiron today. Men have been known to die of grief." Probably a football player never had more assistance in togging up for a game. Those who couldn't get in close enough to help Dick dress growled at the others for keeping them out. "You seem uneasy, Coach," murmured Captain Wadleigh, aside. "I am."
Surely, doggedly, the home boys forced the ball down the gridiron. At last Gridley was forced to make a safety, thus scoring two points for their opponents. "Don't let that happen again, fellows," urged Wadleigh anxiously. "Fight for time, but don't throw any two-spots away." "Rally, men! Brace! Crush 'em!" ordered Captain Grant. "Seven minutes left! We've got to score."
It was Captain "Hen" Wadleigh, who, passing to the rear of the group, had overheard Laura's remark, and had made this addition to her prophecies. "Here comes the train!" yelled one youth, who was fortunate enough to have a ticket for the day. Soon after the sound of the whistle had been heard the express rolled in. But this was the first section of the regular train.
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