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Baseball Joe on the School Nine; or, Pitching for the Blue Banner

Chapter 3 AN ANGRY BULLY

Word Count: 1564    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

a hoarse whisper from his point of vantage under the table. "If it's one

es' rooms at certain hours of the day, unless permission had been secured from the professor or monitor i

from where he had taken refuge, so as to be out of sigh

rse," replied Joe. "T

e came t

d Tom. "It's as much your r

gaze of some professor, if such the unannounced caller should

. What's up?" and with that the portal swung open and Teeter Nelson entered. He

m he sent the paper cover flying from over the half-emptied ginger ale glasses. "Where's Peaches?" he demanded. "I know he'

th draping itself around his neck like a lady's scarf. "I made a dandy figure. It would fool even Sixteen

t was you," retorted Teeter. "But say, what's

"Why didn't you give the code knock.

found that Peaches had sneaked off without telling me. Say,

eaches crawled the rest of the way out from under

have nerve!" compl

or, and forthwith he hauled up the basket, at the sight of which Teeter lau

his thirst was quenched, and when

Peaches. "We were just talking about it when yo

ar conscience such as I have, and nothing would worry you. That's

, Peaches. Tell us more

husiastic, and causing his chums

d Teeter. "We'll choose sides and s

we do it?"

" was Joe's opinion. "Th

to-morrow and have the battle the ne

lding the snow fort started soon after lessons were over. Fortunately the white flakes packed well,

as at the far end of the big school campus, and all about it the ground had been practically cleared of snow to build it. This made it necessary for the attacking party to carry their

eads of barrels, with leather loops for hand and arm. Others were

to his own surprise, Joe Matson was

ht and hard," explained Teeter, who was a

llows good!" p

k out for icy bal

oward the fort where Frank Brown, a

of snowballs in water last night, and let 'em freeze,

not to throw that kind. Well, if we catch Hiram o

Brown at length, as he looked to see if he a

. "Yell when you wan

nk. "Get on the job, fellow

iled where they could easily get them. They took them with them, up to the v

k with flying balls; and the yells, shouts, crie

nce more to the attack, pouring in a destructive rain of white balls on the defenders of the snow fort

, after a slight repulse. "

ring such a rattling volley of balls, that the defenders were thrown in

s! Swarm the wa

th balls. Down upon the hapless foe they threw them,

!" sang out Hiram. "Come on, fe

ething from a wooden box. The next instant several lads uttered cries of real pai

ld a large snowball. It was hard packed, but did not equ

of the missiles he and Luke had secretly made, when, with a suddenness

hand. He staggered back, his face a mass of snow. Then he recovered himse

cried. "You had no right to pitch it wi

u and Luke have to use ice

ls of the fort and stood before Joe. "I'll knock you into the middle of next week! I'll teach you how

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