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The Rival Pitchers

Chapter 7 TOM HOLDS HIS OWN

Word Count: 1522    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

places taken by the sophomores, for so heavy was the impact that the outer and second l

'em back!" yelled Phi

for some of his mates had been pushed against

. "That's the stuff, boys!" he added

e of their enemies, and those who had penetrated part way into t

em than there were of freshmen, but the latter had the advantage of a firm base of support, for the lads nearest the pole

e leading sophomores. "Bore a way in there, Fenmore,

rt exulted in the struggle that was going on about him, in the pressure of bodies against hi

n a hole was thus made, other sophomores would bore their way in to repeat the process. So quickly was this done and so strong was the peculiar attack that, almost before the fres

Sophs this way! H

pole. The grips of Phil Clinton on one side and Sid

t let them take

t!" gas

ly straightened it with a snap, and the holds of Gladdus and Fenmore were broken. They were hurled

umbers. They nearly succeeded, and Tom and his fellow defenders of the flag staff thought their arms would be pulled out of the socket

nnounced that there were but two more minutes left in which to hold or g

tear 'em up!"

did, for when time was called the defenders were fou

capering about, with his hands

ished sophomores filed away in the darkness, the exul

ats!" cried Ford Fenton. "Now, I'd lik

and fixed it to a new hat he had

" and he held out the decorated hat, though the gaily decorated band could not be seen in the dark

d!" cried

d chap!" remarked Phil. "We'

rs up on the flag pole?" proposed a

Jackson!" exclaime

I'm Joe," replie

nt on Sid. "Say, you two ought to wear l

maroon was fastened to the halyards and run up to the truc

rade now," suggested F

ll duck you!" cried Sid as he jostled Ford to

ncle," declared Kerr. "But come o

nd marched about the college buildings, singing songs and yelling j

hat bands," proposed Langridge. "We'l

was adopted and the joyous lads made for the town, which at their advent at once awakened from a sort of evening nap. They went to a dealer who made a speci

?" asked Langridge of Tom sneeringly as they were about ready to depart for

sal drawl of the typical farmer. "We folks down Northville way is so

ds and assumed mannerisms so odd that the lads about hi

try girls was about the height of your enjoyment, wasn't it?" pers

in'," came the quick an

bright and his cheeks were flushed. He evidently took Tom's acquiescence

the pretty country lasses, enclosing loc

me out Northville way, mebby you'll remember it." Then, suddenly becoming serious and with a change in his manner, he add

cried Langridge, tak

at I said," w

," exclaimed Phil Clinton. "You can't tell by the l

seemed to want to make some reply

ning on his heel, he linked his arm in that o

me, Tom," said Sid as a l

the country, and I'm proud of it, and proud of all my friends in Northvil

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