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1、【英文读物】Winning His _Y_CHAPTER I GERALD EVENS OLD SCORES“All together! Cheer on cheer! Now were charging down the field! See how Broadwood pales with fear, Knowing we will never yield! Wave on high your banner blue, Cheer for comrades staunch and true; We are here to die or do, Fighting for old Yardle

2、y!”They sang it at the top of their voices as they came down the hill, arm in arm, and crossed the meadow toward the village. There was no one to hear, and they wouldnt have cared if there had been. Tom Dyer sang the bass, Alf Loring the tenor and Dan Vinton whatever was most convenient, since about

3、 the best he could do in a musical way was to make a noise. It was a glorious morning, in the middle of October, and there was a frosty nip in the air that made one want to sing or dance, and as they were in a hurry and dancing would have delayed them, they sang. “Thats a bully song, Dan,” said Alf.

4、 “You ought to think of another verse, though, something with more ginger in it. Hows this:“We will knock them full of dents And well send them home in splints?”“Rotten,” growled Tom. “It doesnt rhyme.”“It doesnt have to rhyme,” said Alf. “Its poetic license.”“Well, youre no poet. What you need is a

5、 dog license, Alf!”“Hes just peeved because he didnt think of it himself,” explained Alf to Dan. “Hes one of the most envious dubs in school. Personally I consider it a very pretty sentiment and just chock-full oferpoetic feeling. And I wont charge you a cent for it, Dan; its yours. No, no, not a wo

6、rd! I wont be thanked.”“Dont worry, you wont be,” said Tom. “If you put that in the song, Dan, Ill stop playing, and howl!”“That might be a good idea,” responded Alf. “Ill bet youd cut more ice howling than you would playing, Tom.”“Ill try and think of another verse,” said Dan. “But I dont think Ill

7、 work in anything about3 dents and splints, Alf. Besides, that doesnt sound very well coming from the captain. Remember that youre a gentleman.”“He knows better than that; dont you?” said Tom.“I know Ill roll you around in the dust if you dont shut up, you old Pudding Head!” answered Alf truculently

8、.“Come on, you fellows,” interrupted Dan. “We havent any time for scrapping if were going to get there to see the start.”“How far do they run?” asked Tom.“About three miles,” replied Dan, as he climbed the fence and jumped down into the road. “They start at the corner beyond the bridge, take the Bro

9、adwood road and circle back beyond Greenburg and finish at the bridge again.”“Is that the route when they run against Broadwood?” Alf inquired as they went on toward the Wissining station.“Yes, only then theyll start at the Cider Mill and finish a mile beyond toward Broadwood, and that makes it a mi

10、le longer.”“Suppose little Geraldine will have any show?”“I dont know, Alf. Hes been at it ever since school began, though. He asked me if I thought4 he could make a cross-country runner and I told him to go ahead and try. I knew it wouldnt do him a bit of harm, anyway, and he was sort of sore becau

11、se Bendix wouldnt pass him for football.”“Bendix was right, too,” said Tom. “Geralds too young and weak to tackle football.”“Hes fifteen,” objected Alf, “and, as for being weak, well, I know he handed me some nasty jabs in the gym last week when we boxed. They didnt feel weak.”“His father didnt want

12、 him to play this fall,” said Dan, “and Im glad hes not going to. If he got hurt, Mr. Pennimore would sort of hold me to blame, I guess.”“Glad Im not responsible for that kid,” laughed Alf. “Youll have your hands full by next year, Dan.”“Oh, he will be able to look after himself pretty soon, I fancy

13、. They havent started yet; lets get a move on.”They hurried their pace past the station and across the bridge which spans the river just beyond and connects Wissining with Greenburg. Anyone meeting them would, I think, have given them more than a second glance, for one doesnt often encounter three f

14、iner examples of5 the American schoolboy. Dan Vinton was in his second year at Yardley Hall School and was sixteen years of age. He was tall and somewhat lean, although by lean I dont mean what he himself would have called “skinny.” He had brown eyes, at once steady and alert, a very straight, well-

15、formed nose, a strong chin and a mouth that usually held a quiet smile. He was in the Second Class this year and, like his companions, was a member of the football team, playing at right end.Alfred Loring was eighteen, a member of the First Class, captain of the eleven and of the hockey team. He was

16、 scarcely an inch taller than Dan, in spite of his advantage in age, and, like Dan, hadnt an ounce of superfluous flesh on his well-built frame. He had a merry, careless face, snapping dark brown eyes, an aquiline nose and hair which he wore parted in the middle and brushed closely to his head. He w

17、as as good a quarter-back as Yardley had ever had and this year, with Alf at the head of the team, the school expected great things.Tom Dyer, his roommate, was a big, rangy, powerful-looking chap, rather silent, rather sleepy looking, with features that didnt make for beauty. But he had nice gray ey

18、es and a pleasant smile6 and was one of the best-hearted fellows in school. Tom was captain of the basket-ball team, a First Class man and in age was Alfs senior by two months. All three of them were dressed in old trousers and sweaters that had seen much use, and all three wore on the backs of thei

19、r heads the little dark-blue caps with the white Ys that in school heraldry proclaimed them members of the Yardley Hall Football Team.A short distance beyond the bridge, on the outskirts of Greenburg, they joined a throng of some eighty or ninety boys. Of this number some thirty or so were attired f

20、or running and were engaged in keeping warm by walking or trotting around in circles or slapping their legs. The trio responded to greetings as they pushed through the crowd. Andy Ryan, the little sandy-haired, green-eyed trainer, was in charge of the proceedings and was calling names from a list wh

21、ich he held in his hand.“All right now, byes,” he announced. “You know the way. The first twelve to finish will get places. Get ready and Ill send you off.”“Theres Gerald,” said Alf, pointing to a youngster who, in a modest attire of sleeveless shirt, short running trunks and spiked shoes, was stepp

22、ing eagerly about at a little distance.7 “Looks as though he could run, doesnt he? Good muscles in those legs of his. Thats what boxing does for you.”“There he goes,” groaned Tom. “Honest, Dan, he thinks boxing will do anything from developing the feet to raising hair on a bald head!”“Thats all righ

23、t,” said Alf stoutly. “Itll develop the muscles of the legs, my friend, just about as much as any other muscles. O-oh, Gerald!”Gerald Pennimore looked around, smiled, and waved his hand. He was a good-looking youngster of fifteen, with an eager, expressive face, a lithe body that needed development,

24、 and a coloring that was almost girlish. His eyes were very blue and his skin was fair in spite of the fact that he had tried hard all the summer to get it tanned like Dans. What bothered him more than all else, however, was the fact that his cheeks were pink and that the least emotion made him redd

25、en up like a girl. His hair, which he kept cut as short as possible, was the color of corn tassels, but the summer had streaked it with darker tones and Gerald was hopeful that in time it would all turn to an ordinary shade of brown. Another trial that he had to endure was being thought even younger

26、 than he was. It was bad enough to be8 only fifteen when the fellows you most liked were from one to three years older, but to have folks guess your age as fourteen was very discouraging.“All ready!” warned Andy Ryan.Gerald poised himself in the second line of starters and waited eagerly, impatientl

27、y for the word. Then it came and he bounded off as though the race was a quarter-mile run instead of a three-mile jaunt over a hard road and some rough hills and meadows.“Easy, Gerald!” cautioned Dan as the runners swept by. “Get your wind. Hello, Thompson! Hello, Joe! Stick to em!”“Theres that chap

28、 Hiltz,” said Alf. “Didnt know he had enough energy to run. By the way, we mustnt forget about the Cambridge Society election next month. Youve got to beat Hiltz out, you know, if we are to get Gerald in as we promised. Hiltz and Thompson were the Third Class members of the Admission Committee last

29、year and I suppose theyll be up for election from the Second Class this year. We must find out about that, and if Hiltz is going to try to get in again you must do a little canvassing on your own hook. Well organize a campaign. You can beat him, though, without trying, I guess.”9“We made a mistake i

30、n thinking it was Thompson who blackballed Gerald in May, didnt we?”“Yes, I guess Thompsons a pretty square sort of chap. He and Gerald are quite thick this year.”The runners trotted out of sight around a bend of the road and the three boys perched themselves on the top rail of the fence and, with t

31、he others, waited for the runners to return. Cross-country running was something new at Yardley. The sport had been growing in popularity among the colleges and from them was spreading to the preparatory schools. Broadwood, Yardleys chief rival, had sent a challenge in September and it had been acce

32、pted. Since then the school had been quite mad on the subject of cross-country running, and Andy Ryan, in the interims of his work with the football players, had been busy training candidates for a cross-country team to meet Broadwood. The dual meet was to take place on the morning of November 21st,

33、 on the afternoon of which day Yardley and Broadwood would clash in the final football game at Broadwood, some four miles distant. Each team was to consist of ten runners, and to-days try-out was to enable the trainer to select a dozen of the numerous candidates, two of them to be substitutes. The10

34、 newly formed team was to elect a captain that evening.Cross-country running, however, didnt long engage the attention of the three on the fence. The conversation soon turned to football, which, since they were all players, was only natural. They discussed that afternoons game with St. Johns Academy

35、, which, although of minor importance and not difficult, was the last of the preliminary contests and would settle the fate of more than one player.“Dont forget, fellows, that I want to stop and see Payson on the way back,” said Alf. “He thinks we ought to play two twenty-minute halves, but I think

36、a twenty and a fifteen would be better. It will be fairly warm this afternoon. What do you say?”“I dont care,” answered Tom indifferently. “Lets play what they want to play.”“It isnt up to them,” said Alf. “We fix the length of halves. Its all well enough for you, Tom; youre a regular ox for work; b

37、ut some of the new chaps will feel the pace, I guess.”“How long will the halves be next week with Carrels?” asked Dan.“Twenty, I suppose. We dont usually play twenty-fives until the Brewer game.”11“Then thirty-five minutes altogether ought to be enough for to-day, I would say. Although I dont care a

38、s far as Im concerned.”“Well stop and talk it over with Payson,” said Alf. “Did you hear that Warren, the Princeton center of last year, is going to help coach at Broadwood this fall?”“No, really?” asked Dan.“Thats what I heard. I wish we could get a good chap to help Payson. We ought to have some o

39、ne to coach the back field on catching punts and running back; some one who could come down here after the Brewer game and put in two good hard weeks.”“How about that brother of yours?” asked Tom. Alf shrugged his shoulders.“He wont be able to get away much. Hes going to come when he can, but he kno

40、ws only about line men. Considering the number of fellows we send to Yale I think they might help us out a little with the coaching.”“Have they ever been asked to?”“Oh, a couple of years ago we tried to get them to send some one down, and they did send a chap for a week or so, but he wasnt much good

41、; just stood around and criticized the plays we were using. What we need is some one wholl take his12 coat off and knock some plain horse-sense into the fellows. I think Ill talk to Payson about it and see what he thinks.”“Well, look here,” said Tom. “Coltons on the Yale freshman team. Why not write

42、 to him and see what he can do?”“Colton,” answered Alf dryly, “was a great big thing when he was captain here last year, but just at present hes only one of some sixty or seventy candidates trying for a place on the freshman eleven. I guess he has all the trouble he wants. Look, isnt that one of our

43、 long-distance heroes footing it down the road there?”“Yes,” answered Dan. “Come on.”They jumped down and hurried over to the finish line.“Here they come!” some one cried, and there was a rush for places of observation. Andy Ryan got his pencil ready and handed his stop watch to Alf.“Take the time o

44、f the first three,” he directed.“Track! Track!” The first runner trotted down the road looking rather fagged and as the trainer set his name down he crossed the line and staggered tiredly into the arms of a friend. He was Goodyear, a Second Class fellow. Fifty yards behind three runners were fightin

45、g hard for second13 place. They finally finished within ten feet of each other and Ryan entered their names: Henderson, Wagner, French. Two minutes passed before the next man came into sight.“Thats young Thompson,” said Alf. “He doesnt look as though the distance had troubled him much, does he? Good

46、 work, Thompson! See anything of Pennimore up the line?”“Yes,” answered Arthur Thompson as he joined them, breathing hard but seemingly quite fresh after his three-mile spin. “I passed him about a mile back. He looked pretty fit, Loring, and I guess hell finish. I hope he does.”Four boys came down t

47、he road well bunched and there was a good-natured struggle for supremacy as they neared the waiting group. “Norcross, Maury, Felder, Garson,” called Andy Ryan as they crossed the line. “Dont stand around here, byes; go home and get a shower right off.”“Thats nine,” said Alf. “Any more in sight? If G

48、erald doesnt finish one of the next three hes dished. Heres another chap now. It isnt Gerald though, is it?”“No, thats not Gerald,” said Tom. “ItsWhats-his-name?Sherwood, of your class, Dan.”“Yes, I know him. Good for you, Sher!14 Youve got a dandy color!” Sherwood grinned as he trotted by. There was another wait and then another runner came into sight at the turn, and a second later two more, running side by side.“Gee, thatll be a race!” exclaimed Dan. “Only two of the