On Your Mark! A Story of College Life and AthleticsBarbour, Ralph Henry
General
On Your Mark! A Story of College Life and Athletics
Barbour, Ralph Henry
College sports -- Juvenile fiction; College students -- Juvenile fiction
“That’s the first time I ever heard of choosing a college because it
was a long way from home,” laughed Hal. “I’d like to meet that father
of yours.”
“Better go back with me Christmas,” said Burley. Hal stared at him
doubtfully, undecided whether to laugh or not. “Of course,” continued
Burley, carelessly, “we haven’t got much out there. It’s pretty much
all alfalfa and sage-bush around Blackwater. But the hills aren’t far,
and there’s good hunting up toward Routt. You fellows all better come;
the old man would be pleased to have you.”
Hal stared wide-eyed.
“Aren’t you fooling?” he gasped.
“Fooling?” Burley echoed. “Why, no, I ain’t fooling. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing; but of course we couldn’t do it, you know; at least, I’m
plumb sure I couldn’t.” Hal looked doubtfully at the others.
“Nor I,” said Allan. “I only wish I could.”
“Same here,” said Tommy, wistfully. “I’d give a heap to have the
chance.”
“Sorry,” answered Burley. “Perhaps in the summer, or some other time,
when you haven’t got anything better. I suppose your folks want you at
home Christmas?”
“Y-yes,” replied Hal, “but it isn’t altogether that; there’s the
expense, you see.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t cost you anything much,” said Burley. “It’s all on me.
You’d better say you’ll come.”
Hal’s eyes opened wider than before.
“You mean you’d pay our fares--all our fares--out to Colorado and
back?” he asked.
“Sure. We’d only have about a week out there, but we could do a lot of
damage in a week.”
Hal was silent from amazement. Allan stammered his thanks. Tommy merely
sat and stared at Burley, as though fascinated. The latter translated
silence into assent.
“Well, we’ll call it fixed, eh?” he asked, heartily.
“Thunder, no!” exploded Hal. “We couldn’t do that, Burley. We’re
awfully much obliged, but, of course, if we went out there to visit
you, we’d pay our own way. And I don’t believe any of us could do
that--this Christmas, at least.”
“Oh, be good!” said Burley. “Now, look here; I’d let you do that much
for me.”
“But we couldn’t,” said Allan.
“Well, you would if you could, of course; wouldn’t you, now?”
“Why--er--I suppose we would,” Allan faltered.
“Well, there you are!” said Burley, triumphantly. “That settles it.”
It took the others some time to prove to him that it didn’t settle it,
and Burley listened with polite, but disapproving, attention. When the
argument was concluded, he shook his head sorrowfully.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account