The boys of Columbia High on the gridiron : $b or, The struggle for the silver cupForbes, Graham B.
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The boys of Columbia High on the gridiron : $b or, The struggle for the silver cup
Forbes, Graham B.
Football -- Juvenile fiction; High school students -- Juvenile fiction
Still, that new quarrel between the others did not heal the breach
that separated old friends. Frank tried to forget, and laughed as
merrily as though there was not a cloud on the horizon.
Professor Parke even called Frank into his study and requested him
to relate the strange thing that had happened. The head of
Columbia High School had a very tender spot in his heart for Frank
Allen, not alone because he was a bright pupil, but on account of
the clean character he bore among his fellows.
Coach Willoughby was staying over to see the last game of the
season. He declared that while he was losing money every day he
remained away from his law business, he could not find it in his
heart to desert the boys until they had safely landed that
beautiful silver cup in a deciding victory over Bellport.
Truth to tell, the old Princeton graduate was a thorough sport,
and once he had yielded to the call of the game he could not break
away.
"Don't you come out to practice for several days, Frank," he
advised, "on Wednesday perhaps, when we start to go over the
entire thing again and try new signals, it will be time. There are
a few weak spots in the team that need help, and I'm going to
devote two afternoons to them exclusively. Wander around, and
limber up with walks or a bicycle ride. But please don't employ your
spare time rounding up any more rascals, will you?"
"I'll try not to," laughed Frank; "but what's a fellow to do if
they will persist in throwing themselves at your head?"
"That's a fact, they did kidnap you, to be sure. Well, next time
try and see to it that the other fellow goes into Juniper Brook
and not you. That's a dangerous trick at this cold season of the
year; and especially taking a long ride afterward in an open car.
I wonder you didn't come down with pneumonia, Frank," said the
coach, as he threw one arm affectionately across the other's
shoulders.
"Oh! everybody was so kind. I had the loan of a coat first, and an
old hat; then Sheriff Tucker got me a big shaggy automobile fur
coat, which with the hot coffee helped ward off a cold. Finally
Doctor Shadduck dosed me good and hard. Nothing doing in that line
for me this time," laughed the boy.
It was on Tuesday afternoon that the time began to drag most
heavily on his hands. Paul and Ralph, together with Bones, had
gone to the recreation grounds to talk over matters with the
coach, and try out some new plays. Frank really knew of no one
whom he cared to look up just then.
A reaction seemed to have set in after his recent excitement, and
things were most woefully dull. The weather still held dry and
fair to a degree that was considered extraordinary for November,
usually so dismal with the approach of winter.
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