. The boys of Columbia high on the gridiron : or, The struggle for the silver cup . e he belongs; we dont wantpoorhouse brats here! Do him up! Butt in, fellows! Make a cleansweep of it now! Among all these outcries, only that one concern-ing the poorhouse stung the ears of the boy at was so cruel, so mean, so utterly uncalled for,that his whole body seemed to quiver with indigna-tion, and a burning fire shot through his veins. He had thrown himself into an attitude of selfdefense, with his back against a tree. In this wayhe was able to avoid considerable punishment, sincethe attacking f
. The boys of Columbia high on the gridiron : or, The struggle for the silver cup . e he belongs; we dont wantpoorhouse brats here! Do him up! Butt in, fellows! Make a cleansweep of it now! Among all these outcries, only that one concern-ing the poorhouse stung the ears of the boy at was so cruel, so mean, so utterly uncalled for,that his whole body seemed to quiver with indigna-tion, and a burning fire shot through his veins. He had thrown himself into an attitude of selfdefense, with his back against a tree. In this wayhe was able to avoid considerable punishment, sincethe attacking force could not completely surroundhim, the tree being an unusually big one. So far as he could see, there were at least half adozen opposed to him. Evidently Tony and Asa didnot mean to take any chances when trying to put thenew candidate for honors on the regular team outof the running. What with all the row connected with their rush,the cowardly assailants were themselves unable tohear the patter of swiftly-approaching footsteps,coming from the rear. They evidently shouted, in. HE HAD THROWN HIMSELF INTO AN ATTITUDE OF of Columbia High on the Gridiron. —Page 34. rue ^^^^ ^^^^^PUBLIC UftHMlV TREACHERY IN THE CAMP 35 order to keep their courage up, and prevent Ralphfrom recognizing any one particular voice. The beleaguered boy was himself fighting like acat at bay. He had no positive asurance that friendswere near, and with so many eager hands striving toreach his face and body, he had to retaliate, givingblow for blow. Once he managed to dash his clenched fist into theface of a fellow who, in his eagerness, had rushedin too close. Wow! bellowed the stricken party, and some-how it seemed to Ralph that the voice was that ofTony Gilpin. More than once he was himself the recipient ofblows, some severe and others of a glancing a brief period of time there was a constant mael-strom of hands flying back and forth, accompaniedwith shouts, jeers and grunt
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