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But Captain Wadleigh did heave a sigh of relief when the time keeper cut in on that first half. "Fellows, look out for the fine points," he warned his fellows, after they had trotted into quarters. "It'll be craft, not strong rush, that wins for us today, if anything does." "Prescott's here. He and Darrin can put anything over in the line of craft," laughed Fred Ripley.
The entire Senate presented the appearance of a laughing-school practising side-splitting and ear-extended grins. Mr. Wadleigh leaned back in his chair and shook with laughter, after portraying to his next neighbor, Pinkney Whyte, of Maryland, the apparition of Pinkney's landlady descending upon the polls like a wolf on the fold, to annihilate his election.
Wadleigh's square figure on the dazzling road, with a melancholy determination to stand by her to the last. Only when it occurred to her that it was unlucky to watch a departing friend out of sight, did she shut the door hastily, and go in to reproach Cyrus and prepare his dinner. Mrs. Wadleigh plodded steadily onward.
"They caught me peeping on the fellow Wadleigh. There is where they played it nice on me." "What have you learned?" "I have only picked up some leaders. We have a tangled skein to unravel, and we have got to do some pretty smart work.
"That car is running along slowly, and it has a full-sized crowd in it," muttered Bayliss, going closer to his crony. "Wadleigh, Prescott and Darrin -and maybe the chauffeur is a thick friend of theirs." "What on earth are you driving at?" demanded Dodge, glancing up. "Bert, I don't believe I'm wholly stuck on the scheme of us driving back to Gridley.
Wadleigh, himself, from half-facing to right, took a long step toward right wing; then wheeled like a flash, and went plowing, onward, to the left. Quarter, after the start, and ere Filmore could break through, had passed the ball to half, who, on a wild sprint, had passed it to Dick Prescott.
"Team aboard, first day coach behind the smoker!" roared Captain Wadleigh, and the fellows made a rush. "The truth is," confessed Hemingway, "I've a war " Dick saw light in an instant. "Oh, that wretched Dodge? He has " "Sworn out a warrant for your arrest," nodded Hemingway. Laura and Belle did not hear or see this. They were hurrying rearward along the train.
Wadleigh had cleared away their supper of baked potatoes and salt fish, again with libations of quince, she drew up before the shining stove, and put her feet on the hearth. "Here!" she called to the man, who was sitting uncomfortably on one corner of the woodbox, and eying her with the same embarrassed watchfulness. "You draw up, too! It's the best time o' the day now, 'tween sunset an' dark."
Ripley was in togs, but was not playing. He was on the sub line, today, awaiting a call in case any player of his team became disabled. "Darrin and Prescott are all right," nodded Wadleigh gruffly. "But they have endurance limits, like other human beings. Don't rely too much upon any two or three men, fellows.
He perceived that he had become the victim of a harsh and ruthless dealing. "I had the key to the front door with me, an' I thought I'd jest step round an' nail up t'other one," he said, in the tone of one conscious of right. "There was some nails in the wood-shed. Then I heard somebody steppin' round inside, an' I come away." "You come away!" repeated Mrs. Wadleigh, rising in noble wrath.
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