The Varmint (Google eBook)

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A.L. Burt, 1910 - 396 pages
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Page 248 - Don't get excited ; it's up to your own man. Dink, was it a goal or no goal? " Stover suddenly found himself in a whirling, angry mass — the decision of the game in his own hands. He saw the faces of Tough McCarty and the Coffee-Colored Angel in the blank crowd about him and he saw the sneer on their faces as they waited for his answer. Then he saw the faces of his own team-mates and knew what they, in their frenzy, expected from him. He hesitated.
Page 246 - Kennedy's ball," came the sharp cry of Slugger Jones, the umpire. Dink looked up and felt the blood come back to his body again— on the twenty-five yard line there had been a fumble and the advance was checked. Twice again the battered end of the Kennedy was forced back for what seemed certain touchdowns, only to be saved by loose work on the Woodhull's part. It was getting dark and the half was ebbing fast— three minutes more to play. A fourth time the Woodhull furiously attacked the breach,...
Page 241 - Stover, next to winning the fair opinion of his captain, was the rout of the Woodhull, of which Tough McCarty was the captain and his old acquaintances of the miserable days at the Green were members— Cheyenne Baxter, the Coffee-colored Angel and Butsey White. This aggregation, counting as it did two members of the 'Varsity, was strong, but the Kennedy, with P. Lentz and the Waladoo Bird and Pebble Stone, the Gutter Pup, Lovely Mead and Stover, all of the scrub, had a slight advantage.
Page 241 - Meanwhile the house championships had gone on until the Woodhull and the Kennedy emerged for the final conflict. The experience gained in these contests, for on such occasions Stover played with his House team, had sharpened his powers of analysis and given him a needed acquaintance with the sudden, shifting crises of actual play. Now, the one...
Page 247 - Dink raised his head in surprise, scarcely crediting what he had heard. The Woodhull team were furiously disputing the decision, encouraged by audible comments from the spectators. Slugger Jones, surrounded by a contesting, vociferous mass, suddenly swept them aside and began to take the vote of the officials. "Kiefer, what do you say?" Cap Kiefer, referee, shook his head. "I'm sorry, Slugger, it was close, very close, but it did seem a goal to me.
Page 246 - ... both showed the traces of tense nerves in the frequent fumbling that kept the ball changing sides and prevented a score during the first half. In the opening of the second half, by a lucky recovery of a blocked kick, the Kennedy scored a touchdown, but failed to kick the goal, making the score four to nothing. The Woodhull then began a determined assault upon the Kennedy's weak end. Stover, powerless, beheld little Pebble Stone, fighting like grim death, carried back and back five, ten yards...
Page 242 - I'll be ready by then. It's nothing much." The subs carried him off the field with darkened faces —• the last hopes of victory seemed to vanish. The gloom spread thickly through the school; even Dink, for a time, forgot the approaching hour of his revenge in the great catastrophe. The next morning a little comfort was given them in the report of Doctor Charlie that there was no sprain but only a slight wrenching, which, if all went well, would allow him to start the game. But the consolation...
Page 245 - Oh, but I'm so light." The captain watched the terror-stricken look in his face and was puzzled. "What's the matter? You're not getting shaky?" "Oh, no sir," said Dink, "it's not that. It— it seems so awful that you've got to put me in." "You're better, my boy, than you think," said Cockrell, smiling a little, "and you're going to be better than you know how. Now you understand why you've got to keep on the sidelines this afternoon. You're too fragile to take risks on.
Page 133 - About five miles from anywhere, my boys, Where old Lawrenceville evermore shall stand; For has she not stood, Since the time of the flood— Whether the accuracy of the last statement or the forced rhyme displeased him, he broke off, heaved a sigh, and said viciously, "They lied, both of "em.
Page 242 - ... Stover — and dreaming thus he used to say to himself, with suddenly tense arms: "Gee, I only wish McCarty would play back of the line so I could get a chance at him ! " But on Tuesday, during the Varsity practice, suddenly, as a scrimmage ended and sifted open, a cry went up. Ned Banks, left end of the Varsity, was seen lying on the ground after an attempt to rise. They gathered about him with grave faces, while Mr. Ware bent over him in anxious examination. "What is it?" said the captain,...

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