The Boys of Columbia High on the Gridiron : or, the Struggle for the Silver Cup by Graham B Forbes
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of the boy; "well, seein' as how we've been held up here so long
I reckon I'll have to let that chance get by me. Seems like I can move that arm a little. P'raps she aint broke after all." Bart jumped rather clumsily into the car. "Hit her up now, kid. We ought to make up some for the time we put in here. Been a preachin' to him, ain't you, Jim? It's just as well that he knowed how things lie, 'cause we can't afford to have any foolin'?" he observed. "I warned him that we wouldn't put up with any hoss play. If he tries to run us into the bushes he's goin' to get himself into a peck o' trouble. Likewise, keep a still tongue in your mouth when we go past the doctor's house; understand!" Jim thought it good policy to accompany these last words with a vigorous prod between Frank's shoulder blades; and there could be no mistaking the nature of the hard object with which he did this punching. To tell the truth Frank had really thought of doing some shouting just when they were in front of the little house where the country doctor lived. His plans had been in a sort of chaotic state at best, for he could not see just how anything of this sort might avail to divorce him from the unwelcome company of these two rascals. "I'm not saying a word," he remarked, with another little nervous laugh, as the speeding machine passed the home of the medical man, |
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