Great Teams and the people who love them

circled about on the dusty sidewalk, Dreer pale and plainly scared, Amy
smiling and deliberate
Dreer put up a half-hearted defence then, and for a moment the two boys
circled about on the dusty sidewalk, Dreer pale and plainly scared, Amy
smiling and deliberate. Then came a feint at Dreer’s body, a lowering of
his guard and a quick out-thrust of Amy’s left fist. The blow landed on
Dreer’s cheek and he went staggering backward against the palings. He
was too frightened to cry out. With a hand pressed to his bleeding
cheek, he stared dumbly at Amy, trembling and panting. Clint, who had
watched proceedings from a few yards away, felt sorry for the boy.

“Torrence.” Amy stopped and viewed him With sudden interest. “Say, what
number?”

had listened with commendable patience to Tracey’s “I-told-you-so”
remarks
Meanwhile Marvin had settled his wager at the village soda fountain and
had listened with commendable patience to Tracey’s “I-told-you-so”
remarks. All that Marvin said was, when Tracey had rubbed it in
sufficiently: “There’s just one thing you want to do, Tracey, and that
is get a date with those guys for next year. I won’t be here, but it’ll
do me a whole lot of good to hear that we have rammed that old touchdown
down their throats with one or two more for good measure.”

“Come on,” he said. “We don’t want to miss this one.”

Amory Byrd and Clinton Thayer for their share in the discovery
“I notice,” commented Clint with a smile, “that no credit is given to
Amory Byrd and Clinton Thayer for their share in the discovery.”

he knocks you down
“Seems to me,” replied the stranger judicially, “it’s up to you whether
he knocks you down. Why don’t you turn the tables and do the knocking
down yourself? It’s a beautiful morning you’ve chosen, gentlemen.”

“Thayer? We’ve got some cousins of that name. They’re Northerners,
though. Live in New Hampshire. No relation to you, I guess. I suppose
fellows call you Clint, don’t they?”

Danny Moore, the trainer, ran a sharp eye along the blanketed line.
“Tackle!” he cried. “Who’s playing tackle?”

them
“Looking at my tackles, maybe, eh! You tell George he can’t have any of
them. How the dickens does he suppose I’m going to make a team if he
keeps pulling a man out every little while?”

themselves for the assault, and Clint, hands on the ground, feet apart,
head up, was watching every movement of his opponent
Now Marvin was calling his signals, the Brimfield forwards were poising
themselves for the assault, and Clint, hands on the ground, feet apart,
head up, was watching every movement of his opponent. And,
simultaneously with the snapping of the ball, he was lunging upward and
forward with both hands, all the muscles of his tense body behind that
quick thrust, and the Claflin opponent, caught unawares, spun sideways
and crashed into his guard, while Harris, the ball clutched to his
stomach, smashed through and past and, stumbling, twisting, panting,
pushed three yards of turf behind him before the Claflin backs
pulled him down.