Left Tackle Thayer

to his surprise, Amy readily agreed to accompany him. Amy pretended a deep disdain for football and seldom attended practice or, for that matter, minor contests.

an hour later, after a hurried dinner. Thacher was only twenty-odd miles away, but the journey occupied

centre, fell off the running-board of the trolley car and rolled down a six-foot embankment. Fortunately the accident occurred on a curve and the car was running slowly. Still more fortunately, perhaps, Peters was a rotund youth well padded with flesh and he sustained no injuries beyon

t where he had lost it and could be found by search the company could not be held responsible. To this Peters laboriously wrote that since the money had been abstracted from him while a passenger on the company's car it was up to the company to find it and return it to him. Also that, if the loss wasn't made good, he would bring suit against the company for injuries sustained. After a lapse of a fortnight the agent countered with a statement that as Peters had been riding on the running-board, contrary to the rules of the company, the company was in no way liable for his injury. Peters replied that he had not ridden on the running-board from choice but

far ahead o

king. This gave the visiting backs some good practice in the handling of punts but gained the home team little advantage. Brimfield rolled up twenty-six point

wn in the endeavour to get the four-fifteen trolley for Wharton. The team, which was provided with a c

ooking in all the windows, and leisurely partaking of college-ices at the principal drug store, there was still ten minutes left to be disposed of. At the moment of making the discovery they were a block from

se. They were not especially interested in the spectacle and really didn't much care whether the youth ever got going, but there wasn't much else to look at. Every time the engine started and the youth made a wild dash at the throttle he reac

d. "We don't want

"Let's see, though, if

hen I get her going, will you?" asked the automobi

however, he pulled the wrong one and the engine, as Amy said, immediately choked to death. The

Amy. "I got the wrong

have to beat it, Amy." Amy nodded, but the youth was cranking again and he didn't want to desert his post. This time their c

asked. "I'm goin

said Amy. "We're

on before the trolley gets there.

ly at Clint. "Wa

gloomily. "There goes th

t have to get there until five-

the car and threw themselves l

mes," com

ns, but he was evidently good-natured. The car, which was an old one and had undoubtedly seen much better days, swu

t she can go all right. You wait till we're out of town and I

asked Amy di

comes out from New York on the e

this h

him. It's been a good car in its day, but it's pretty

Clint, "it's

ing it this morning. Now I

esting grind that nearly drowned their efforts at conversation. Not that that mattered, though, for they were going too fast to talk, anyway. At first they were a bit uneasy, but presently when they found that the car did not jump into a ditch or vault a fence, they got over their nervousness and thoroughly enj

concerting abruptness, its radiator against a four-inch birch tree. Clint and Amy picked themselves from the bottom of the tonneau and stared, more surprised than frightened. Behind them, on the level road, a wheel--present investigation showed that it was the forward left on

wheel, turned a mildly surprised gaze on the boys. "

n't say so. Clint laughed uncertainly and took a lon

y, "does the nex

t been there I guess she'd have turned turtle on me. Well, say, I've known this old boiler to do a heap of tricks, but this is a new one on me, all right!" He stood off and s

think of it," responded Amy

d the wheel. "I guess the nut and the hub-cap came off down the road som

ou do then?"

ere." He reflected. "I guess there's one at Maxwell's Stock Farm about thre

ou," said Amy, "but wha

till someone comes along. Sorry, but I didn

re'll be someone a

be sooner

ool in time for supper," murmured Amy. "Guess we'd be

f you cross over there and hit the trolley line. Say, if y

three," ans

e along for most a half-hour. Tha

t back before s

it can't be helped. We might as well make

and look for that nut," he muttered, "or I might go on to Maxwell's, or I m

"Sorry about your car. Is there anythi

mstead before you get there, I guess. Much obliged. I'm sorry I go

our fault. Good-bye. Straight across that field

the poles pretty quick. Good-bye, fellow