The fellers that was runnin', the others on the ground, and that literary pie passer with his foot swung up to his chin.
"And the ball! It sailed up and up in a long curve, began to drop, passed over the piazza roof, and out of sight.
"'Lock your door, Miss Sterzer,' sung out Fred Bearse--'Willie' for short.

'Lock your door and keep that ball.

I think your father's paper is inside it.' "As sure as my name is Barzilla Wingate, he had kicked that football straight through the open window into old Gabe's room." The depot master whooped and slapped his knee.

Mr.Wingate grinned delightedly and continued: "There!" he went on, "the cat's out of the bag, and there ain't much more to tell.

Everybody made a bolt for the room, old Gabe and Peter T.in the lead.