Rivals for the Team: A Story of School Life and FootballBarbour, Ralph Henry
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Rivals for the Team: A Story of School Life and Football
Barbour, Ralph Henry
Adventure stories; Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Football stories
Twining, however, was already creeping off in the darkness, wasting no
time on amenities. Hugh felt a strong desire to overtake the youngster
and cuff him, but in the end he only shrugged his shoulders and
considered his own plight. He carefully closed the window before he
turned away to seek Lothrop, and when he did he kept along at the back
of Trow to avoid the lights in front. It was well after ten o’clock now
and most of the windows were dark, but here and there a light still
shone. Mr. Russell’s study on the first floor of Trow was illumined and
the curtains were raised, and as Hugh, bending low, passed beneath them
he fervently hoped that the Greek master would not take it into his
head to approach a casement just then.
The ground floor of Lothrop was given over to public rooms save where,
at the farther end, Mr. Rumford had his suite of five rooms and bath.
Along the front, between the two entrances, were the library, the
common room and the recreation room. At the back were rooms occupied by
the superintendent of buildings, Mr. Craig, and by the head janitor,
Mr. Crump, a store room and a serving room. The nearer end of the
building was taken up by the big dining hall. There were ten windows in
the latter and Hugh hoped to find one of the number unlatched. He kept
away from the front of the building, for it was disconcertingly light
there, and tried the first window on the end. It was fast, however,
and so was the next one. Then, to his consternation, the ground began
to slope away to the level of the basement floor at the rear of the
building, for the kitchen and laundry and various other service rooms
were above ground at the back. This brought the third window almost
head-high and placed the fourth beyond his reach, and the third window
was locked as fast as the others!
He knew nothing of the lay of the land below-stairs and feared to
try his fortunes there. Consequently there was nothing to do but
risk detection while trying the windows along the front or to ring a
door-bell and be reported by Mr. Crump. He had little liking for either
alternative and hesitated a moment in the shadow at the corner before
emerging into the publicity of the walk which, while deserted, was in
plain view of Trow. After all, though, it was, he reflected, no hanging
matter, and so he presently emerged quite boldly and, as he passed
along the front of the dormitory, tried each window. He had progressed
as far as the library when his perseverance was at last rewarded. A
sash gave readily to his pressure and in a twinkling he was inside.
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