Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
Slim led the way sharply to the right, when they were through the gate,
and they went on for several rods to pause in the deeper shadow of a
not quite leafless tree that overhung the sidewalk. Midway between the
infrequent street lights, they were probably invisible to any one at
the entrance. A moment or two later a stream of boys appeared. That
they were freshmen was conclusively proved by the preponderance of
small youths, although quite a good many were fairly big. Some of the
throng kept straight ahead across Academy street and disappeared into
State street, beyond the corner of the white house where Coach Cade had
his lodgings. Others paused before the gate as though for a council,
and presently a dozen or more started obliquely across Academy street
and went north toward Meadow, half running. Slim and Leonard drew more
closely against the fence. The enemy detachment passed on the other
side without detecting them and an instant later were visible hurrying
around the corner of Meadow street. Meanwhile the rest of the crowd
before the gate had, it appeared, reached a decision, for they, too,
crossed the road and disappeared into State street, breaking into a
run as they passed from sight. Save for an occasional giggle from some
over-wrought youngster and a low-toned murmur now and then, the phalanx
had come and gone in silence. Leonard thought that silence just a bit
depressing!
Left alone on the empty street--empty save for the unseen presence of a
lone pedestrian trudging along somewhere in the distance toward River
street--Slim whistled softly. “Must have been fully a hundred of them,”
he marveled. “Now what the dickens are they up to?”
“Looks to me as if they were looking for you,” said Leonard.
“Sure, but what can they do if they find me? They don’t expect me to
stand any of their foolishness, do they? If it came to a scrap--” Slim
stopped and looked thoughtfully up and down the dimly lighted street.
“Well, let’s get along, General. It must be getting close to our
dinner time.”
“Something tells me,” said Leonard sadly, “that I’ll never see that
dinner!”
Slim chuckled. “Well, to tell the truth, I’m not as sure of it myself
as I was! Just the same, General, if those kids are going to keep me
away from it they’ll have to go some!” He led the way across to the
beginning of State street. “Better go this way, I guess,” he continued.
“They won’t be likely to pull any tricks where the bright lights are!”
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