icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

For the Honor of Randall

Chapter 5 IN "PITCHFORK'S" PLACE

Word Count: 1788    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

to commune with himself as he watched Tom. "Something's wrong. He doesn't

s friends did not get any of the best of the showing, in the account Langridge and his crony gave of thei

ng to do with them," said Shambler, as he gazed after the retre

dge with a sneer. "Still, don't let us keep you

boastfully. "I only tried to get in with them a

omes off this Spring, and our college goes in for it, we'll wipe up the field with Randall, and Fa

for athletics, even if you fellows think you can do us up. I

shied off!" and he laughed sneeringly. "But, if we're going to town, come on before it gets too l

d over the snow-covered campus, id

s it?" remarked Tom, as he made a sno

did any of you hear anything more about having a trac

al talk," r

ger," spoke Frank. "Let's

m. Get in front of him, Sid, and be talking to him. I'll sneak up, and kneel down i

It will be one that we've

arnest conversation, about the possibility of a track team for Randall, Tom si

new style of puttin

eplied the unsuspecting

against the chest of Dutch, he sent him sprawling

say! Wo

s unintelligible, for he and Tom were rolling

manner of an announcer giving a score at track games, "Dutc

o had arisen to his feet. "That's one on me all right. Now, if

ics?" asked F

ave a new teacher in Pitc

eving, as he got up and brush

lecture on the habits of the early Romans contrasted with those of the cave dwellers. It's to take place before some high-b

!" crie

k. "The remedy may be

e sub?" a

s, according to the bulle

stand for?" Si

urse," replied

poke Fran

he's one of these pink and white little men, who wears a number twelve collar, and

eft. This may not be the same one, but-well, come on down the street. I've got a quarter that's burning a hole in my

lated Tom. "Your deeds wi

rave," declared the big lad, as the five strolled o

of expectancy on all sides, for the word had gone around that there might be "something d

f the lads, when they found awaiting them a tall man of dark complexion, with a wealth of dark hair, and a face like that of some football player. He was muscular to a degree. There was a gasp of di

t voice. (It developed later that his name was Hannibal Achilles.) "I am sorry your regu

lesson for the day, roughly sketching the events which led up to the happenings, and giving reasons f

enlager had to

ow a certain battle was fought the professor, by means of books constructed a sort o

the surprise of the besieged army when the Romans wheeled this great engine of war close to the walls, and

er-I think I will ask one of you young men to assist me-er-you," and he pointed to Dutch. "Just come here, and you ma

d on a book, with a piece of mineral, from a cabinet of geological specimens, for the stone. By tapping the unweighted end of t

eacher was not looking Dutch substituted the ink for the stone. A tap on the ruler would now send the inkwell

apparently not looking at it, and Dutch, with a grin at his chums, prepared to

plans. Without seemingly looking

ager. I will work the catapult, and you may represen

he knew, and all the class could see, that he was standing where he would get a dusk

and he struck the unweighted

not quick enough, and the inkwell hit him on the shoulder. Up splashed the black fluid, and a moment later Dutch looked like a negro

ing student, as some ink went in hi

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open