The Boys of Columbia High on the Gridiron : or, the Struggle for the Silver Cup by Graham B Forbes
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to a stand this mornin'. I don't wonder at it; they ain't much as
could stand up before such pluck! And so you went souse into the creek? Ugh! it must a been a cold bath, Frank. Go on," he exclaimed, enthusiastically. "Oh! that's about all. I crawled out below, and when they came down to hunt for me, because I'd fixed it so the machine couldn't be run, I just crawled up the bank, jumped aboard, and was off. Jim banged away after me a few times, but he was hurt so he had to use his left hand, and I knew he couldn't hit a barn. That's all. Here comes my coffee; I only hope I don't take cold." The elated sheriff watched the youth gulp down the hot drink, admiration in his eyes. "I'll see to it that you have a big fur coat the rest of the way. And I'm goin' along with you, boy, to be in at the finish. This is too good to lose. Ain't had so much excitement in six months. Jim and Bart is loose on the community. I'll just have word sent around so they kin be pulled in if they try to get aboard any train." Ten minutes later and Frank again jumped into the captured car. He was now warmly clad in a heavy automobile coat that would defy the bracing air as they headed for Columbia, just seven miles distant. "We'll make it in a quarter of an hour, easy," he remarked, as the sheriff took a seat beside him. "I reckon we oughter, Frank. I'd sure like to be in your shoes for |
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