Barry Locke, half-back

Barry didn’t wait for the conductor’s announcement. He was at the car door before the little Connecticut village came into sight. There was a glimpse of South Street, shaded, as...

The frog’s name was Antonio, explained the boy in the bath-robe as he and Barry began the search. He had been having his supper――that is, Antonio had――when Mrs. Lyle knocked. He...

That forenoon, Clyde conscientiously performed his duties as guide, counselor, and friend, smoothing Barry’s path and sharing with him the wisdom of one who had already traveled...

“Mr. Hannabury,” said Betty, nodding. “Mother has bought some things from him.” Barry unconsciously glanced at the bureau and Betty, observing, smiled and shook her head. “No, t...

“Why, hello! Is that you, Waterman? That was a nice one you stopped just now. They ought to have you on the nine, Rusty! Well, if the game’s over, Locke, let’s wander. Who’s thi...

Barry settled down to school routine and in the course of a few days made several discoveries. One was that he would have to study a good deal harder than he had studied the pre...

Barry saw Clyde daily. Clyde seemed to expect it and Barry was anxious that their friendship shouldn’t wane. That it was in danger of waning was evident, not through the desire...

There was one person even more surprised at the addition of Barry to the football squad than Barry himself. That person was Clyde Allen. Barry felt that Clyde wasn’t going to be...

It wasn’t until Friday that Barry had further speech with Major Loring. For three afternoons he had been drilled in the rudiments and had not got into signal work save for a bri...

Mill’s room was quite full at the appointed hour. Mr. and Mrs. Lyle and Betty had come with Peaches and Toby. Mrs. Anderson, a plump, good-natured lady, overflowed from her chai...

Friday was a day of leisure for many of the squad. The afternoon’s proceedings began with a blackboard lecture in the gymnasium which all attended, but after that the first-stri...

Over at the Broadmoor bench Major Loring sprang to his feet, sent his gaze along the line of huddled forms, and called, “Locke!” Startled, Barry pushed his head from his blanket...

Twenty minutes later Barry left Dawson Hall and made his way thoughtfully toward the gate. The quiet usually following a midday Sunday dinner lay heavily over the campus. In the...

“I just decided I’d better quit,” he replied, elaborately casual. “It’s pretty strenuous, for one thing; and then I’m not doing awfully well with Latin and――well, I just thought...

To Barry’s palpable disappointment, the Major was at home. He occupied two rooms in Mr. Banks’s residence, directly across the road from the school grounds, and Mrs. Banks, who...

Barry awoke the next morning in a rather depressed mood, for which the weather was not wholly to blame. Outside the window the rain was pouring in torrents. The brick path to th...

Practice was long and hard, that Wednesday afternoon, and Barry got back to the house somewhat tuckered and discouraged. Things hadn’t gone any too well with him during scrimmag...

“I’d like to lay stress on my superior intelligence,” he said, “but truth compels me to acknowledge, Barry, that luck had a lot to do with it. I got to Randall Falls about seven...

Peaches went toward the back of the house, while Barry ascended the stairs. It was fully five minutes later when the murmur of voices in the dining-room ceased and Peaches came...

Barry began to lift the desk drawers and slide them back into place. He performed the task very slowly, very thoughtfully. When the last one was in he perched himself on the edg...

Returning five minutes later, Peaches thrust his head in at Barry’s door, with strange results. An agitated youth rushed upon him, waving a large sheet of paper. Peaches retreat...

Altogether, that was a hectic day. Barry didn’t accompany the others to Watkins and Boyle’s after dinner, for Major Loring made a change in his plans and called the candidates t...

Clyde, seated on the platform, his back against the car, nodded silently. His lungs still fought convulsively for air, but the blood was coming slowly back to his white cheeks....

“Hoskins’s ball!” The referee, having waded knee-deep in the pile-up of writhing players, placed the pigskin on the visitors’ twenty-seven yards and skipped aside. “Third down!...

Mr. Banks kept Zo at his violin lesson later than the latter had feared he would, and it was nearly three o’clock when the boy reached the field and, not without difficulty, fou...

Time was called and both teams ministered to casualties. Major Loring seized the opportunity to take out Demille and substitute Logan. Hoskins called in a new left tackle. Not q...