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Behind the line

Creator: Barbour, Ralph Henry, 1870-1944
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Neil grinned, then-- "By the way," he said, "did I tell you I'd heard from Crozier?" "About Billy and the ducks? And Gordon's not going back to Hillton? Yes, you got that at the beach; remember?" "So I did. 'Old Cro' will be up to his ears in trouble pretty soon, won't he? I'm glad they made him captain, awfully glad. I think he can turn out a team that'll rub it into St. Eustace again just as you did last year." "Yes; and Gardiner's going to coach again." Paul smiled reminiscently. Then, "By Jove, it does seem funny not to be going back to old Hillton, doesn't it? I suppose after a while a fellow'll get to feeling at home here, but just at present--" He sighed and shook his head. "Wait until college opens to-morrow and we get to work; we won't have much time to feel much of anything, I guess. Practise is called for four o'clock. I wonder--I wonder if we'll make the team?" "Why not?" objected Paul. "If I thought I wouldn't I think I'd pitch it all up and--and go to Robinson!" He grinned across at his chum. "You stay here and you'll get a chance to go _at_ Robinson; that's a
The Errand Boy

THE ERRAND BOY; OR, HOW PHIL BRENT WON SUCCESS. By Horatio Alger, Jr., Author of: "Joe's Luck," "Frank Fowler, the Cash Boy," "Tom Temple's Career," "Tom Thatcher's Fortune," "Ragged Dick," "Tattered Tom," "Luck and Pluck," etc., etc. Contents: The Errand Boy.
heap more satisfactory." "Well, I'm going to make the varsity, Neil. I've set my heart on that, and what I make up my mind to do I sometimes most always generally do. I'm not troubling, my boy; I'll show them a few tricks about playing half-back that'll open their eyes. You wait and see!" Neil looked as though he was not quite certain as to that, but said nothing, and Paul went on: "I wonder what sort of a fellow this Devoe is?" "Well, I've never seen him, but we know that he's about as good an end as there is in college to-day; and I guess he's bound to be the right sort or they wouldn't have made him captain." "He's a senior, isn't he?" "Yes; he's played only two years, and they say he's going into the Yale Law School next year. If he does, of course he'll get on the team there. Well, I hope he'll take pity on two ambitious but unprotected freshmen and--" There was a knock at the study door and Paul jumped forward and threw it open. A tall youth of twenty-one or twenty-two years of age stood in the doorway.