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I have, at least, saved two friends from you." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. As Wickersham pulled on his gloves, he glanced at Dave Dennison. But what he saw in his face deterred him from speaking. His eyes were like coals of fire. "I am waiting," he said. "Hurry." Wickersham walked out in silence.
She was a widow; she had never had any children. She had a little money Mrs. Dennison didn't have any and she had come to East Wilmington and bought the house they lived in. It was a real pretty house, though it was very old and run down. It had cost Mrs. Bird a good deal to put it in order. I guess that was the reason they took me to board. I guess they thought it would help along a little.
"It also is the place where the factory system of watch manufacture had its beginning. The general disbelief of the public was, however, a great obstacle to the prosperity of the infant enterprise. Often both Mr. Dennison and Mr. Howard were bitterly disheartened. The outlay for constructing machinery, buying materials, and experimenting licked up capital with terrifying rapidity.
The day when he got round Morrill, the first eleven’s left end, and scored a touchdown—the only one which in that week of practice the second eleven scored—brought him so much applause that he began really to think there might be a chance of his ousting Dennison from the regular position.
The regular troops, amounting to about sixty, were commanded by Colonel Zebulon Butler; the militia by Colonel Dennison.
"I know him," said Keith, amused at the cool professional air with which his old friend greeted him in the presence of his principal. Dave simply blinked; but his eyes had a fire in them. It was arranged that Dennison should precede Keith to the place he had mentioned and order a supper there, while Keith should get the ticket at the steamship office and then follow him.
"Mrs Dennison will be here directly," said our landlady, and the old man smiled pleasantly at me. I say old man, for he was in my eyes a very old man, though I don't suppose he was far beyond fifty; but he was very grey, and grey hairs in those days meant to me age. "How do?" he said as soon as he saw me. "Being such a nigh neighbour I thought I'd come and pay my respects."
"I don't think I could ever be friends with Foster," he said at last; "he hated me at sight; but it is deucedly good of you all the same. I will write him a note and tell him I was the man. I was going to do that, anyhow." "You weren't the man," I asserted; "it was that little brute, Dennison." "He doesn't count," Ward said.
"If you want to give satisfaction you'd better try to learn them scholars an' not the trustees," he said dryly. "The Dennison boys is hard, but we're harder." Gordon looked at him quickly. His eyes were resting on him, and had a little twinkle in them.
The four named answered by clumping on their spikes to the door. A moment later came the Pythian call from Dennison; Collingwood and Morse responded. The first event of the day was about to begin. Westby leisurely brushed his hair, which had been disarranged in the process of undressing; he was like a cat in respect of his hair and could not endure to have it rumpled.
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