. The varmint . as neither a coward nor a hero; hewas simply in a panic and he was cornered. Herushed wildly to the breach and delivered thechair with a crash, Tough McCarty barely sav-ing himself. This open defiance of the champion angeredthe attacking party. He ought to be lynched!7 The booby! Wait till to-morrow!J Tough McCarty reappeared for a brief second. Ill get you yet, he said, pointing a finger atthe embattled Stover. Youre a muff, a low-down muff, in every sense of the word!? [87] THE YAEMINT Then succeeded the Coffee-colored Angel: Wait till I catch you, you Rinky Dink!Followed the
. The varmint . as neither a coward nor a hero; hewas simply in a panic and he was cornered. Herushed wildly to the breach and delivered thechair with a crash, Tough McCarty barely sav-ing himself. This open defiance of the champion angeredthe attacking party. He ought to be lynched!7 The booby! Wait till to-morrow!J Tough McCarty reappeared for a brief second. Ill get you yet, he said, pointing a finger atthe embattled Stover. Youre a muff, a low-down muff, in every sense of the word!? [87] THE YAEMINT Then succeeded the Coffee-colored Angel: Wait till I catch you, you Rinky Dink!Followed the White Mountain Canary:Youll reckon with me for this!Down to Beekstein Hall, with his black-rimmed spectacles, each member of the outragednine climbed to the transom and expressed hisunflattering opinion. Stover sat down, his chin in his hands, hiseyes on the great, lumbering mitt that lay dis-honored on the floor. Im disgraced, he said slowly, all over—all over. Im queered—queeredforever! [88]. EACH MEMBER OF THE OUTRAGED NINE CLIMBED TO THE TRANSOM ANDEXPRESSED HIS UNFLATTERING OPINION THI K£W PUBLIC LIBRART AITOX, LBM3X yn Until dusk, like Gilliatt in [Victor HugosToilers of the Sea, waiting for the tide to swal-low him up, Stover sat motionless, was only one thing to do—to run whole career had been ruined in a knew. There could be no future for him inthe school. What he had done was so awfulthat it could never be forgiven or had he run? If only he had made a quickdive at the ball as it had trickled off the gloveand caught it before it reached the ground, in-stead of standing there, horrified, , he would escape, run off to sea somewhere—anywhere! But he wouldnt go home; no, neverthat! He would ship around the Horn, like thehero in that dreadful book, Two Years Beforethe Mast. He would run away that night, be-fore the story spread over the whole school. Hewould never face them. He hated th
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