Deering of Deal; Or, The Spirit of the SchoolGriswold, Latta
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Deering of Deal; Or, The Spirit of the School
Griswold, Latta
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
tracks. For the first time Tony heard the _Sis_, _Boom_, _Ah!_ of the
rippling cheer ring out with his own name tacked on to the end of it.
Back and forth, now tucked tight under the arm of a red or a blue
sweater, now sailing luxuriously in the air, the ball was worked over
the field; near Boxford’s goal, near Deal’s; or worried like a rat by
a pack of terriers in the middle of the gridiron. The two teams were
almost equally matched, and the first half ended without a score.
“You are doing well, young ‘un,” said Stenton to Tony, as he stood in
the center of the Deal team in the locker-rooms under the Gymnasium
between the halves. “Give him a chance, Drayton, and send him around
right end. I think it will work.”
“All right, sir,” the little quarter-back squeaked. “I’ve been counting
on Chapin mostly, but toward the end he seemed to be completely
tuckered.”
Chapin looked up from the bench where he was sitting. “You were so
blame winded yourself that you could hardly give the signals,” he
snarled.
“Drop that kind of talk!” exclaimed Stenton. “You have been playing
like a tackling dummy for the last ten minutes. If you want to lose the
game for us keep that up.”
“I am playing the best game I know,” Chapin answered surlily. “If you
don’t like it,” he muttered, though Stenton did not hear him, “go get
another of your Third Form pets. You chucked Marsh, one of your best
players.”
The second half opened, and each team seemed to come back fresher to
the fray. With a few trifling exceptions there had been no injuries.
Chapin seemed the only boy on whom the strain was telling, and Stenton
correctly surmised that that was because he had not been keeping
training. And as a matter of fact at a fatal moment his form told. The
ball had been worked down well toward Deal’s goal line, and each time
through Chapin. Suddenly the Boxford full-back dropped back for a kick:
the center sent the ball spinning to him, and a second later he made a
drop kick that sent the ball like a great bird sailing majestically
between the Deal goal posts. And the score was 4 to 0 in favor of
Boxford.
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