Guarding His Goal

Frank Lamson was coming along the corridor as Toby reached the top of the last flight. The fact that Stillwell’s door was open indicated that Frank had been paying a visit to th...

There’s a saying to the effect that “clothes make the man.” It isn’t true, as you and I both know very well. And it is probably equally untrue that togs make the hockey player....

Arnold’s house was only a five-minute ride from the station, and Toby, to whom the city was unfamiliar and vastly entertaining, wished it had been farther. His enjoyment of the...

Toby rather dreaded meeting Frank Lamson after that game. Now that he had conquered, and something told him that, barring accidents, he was certain of the goal position for the...

That afternoon at three o’clock Toby accompanied Arnold to the gymnasium where the hockey candidates were assembled in the baseball cage. The arrival of cold weather had added t...

It’s remarkable how different things look in the morning! A chap may go to bed the night before in the seventh subway of despair and wake up in the morning feeling quite cheerfu...

Yardley Hall School ended its Fall Term that year on the twenty-first of December, after breakfast, and by nine o’clock the hill was deserted and the little station at Wissining...

Toby set himself earnestly to learn hockey. I’m not going to tell you that after a week of sliding and whanging around with the third or fourth squad he displayed such a marvelo...

The hockey game with Nordham that Saturday afternoon left a good deal to be desired in science and interest. In the first place, and I mention it as a mitigating circumstance, t...

The second team was made up the following Thursday with Grover Beech in charge as captain. Toby and Warren were retained as goal-tends and ten other youths, among them Sid Creel...

There was no summons from the Office that day, and Toby began to take hope. By evening he was in quite an equable state of mind, thanks, perhaps, to an hour and a half of hard w...

The class hockey teams were hard at it by now, for the weather had settled down to a fine imitation of an old-fashioned winter. The baseball candidates and the track and field f...

“Ah, Tucker,” greeted Doctor Collins the next morning. “Sit down, please.” Toby lowered himself carefully to the edge of a leather-seated chair at the end of the big flat-topped...

Arnold had his wish that Christmas, for when Toby awoke on the morning of the twenty-fifth in his little room under the eaves he found that a miracle had occurred while he slept...

Such was the legend, neatly inscribed on a small white card, that met the gaze of the visitor to Number 22 Whitson. As Number 22 was the last room on the corridor, and as the si...

I have already remarked that things look very different in the morning from what they do at night. Toby rolled out of bed some eight hours later with his mind made up to say not...

At Yardley you were supposed to get up at seven. Breakfast was at seven-thirty. You were allowed, however, a half-hour’s leeway. That is, you could gain admittance to commons as...

Toby seated himself at the table, rested his chin in his hands and, with the twenty-five cent piece before him, tried to think what it all meant. The quarter had been in the box...

Well, whether he was the man who had taken Toby’s purse or not, at least he tallied surprisingly with Toby’s description. He was standing with his back to the counter in front o...

Toby had the little room under the roof of Whitson well tidied up by eight o’clock. It still looked far from luxurious, but at least it was clean. There was a faint odor of benz...

It was Saturday afternoon. Toby lay in bed in Number 22, very glad to be home again after two days of the unfamiliar and monotonous white walls of the infirmary. They had brough...

There was no opportunity to tell Arnold of the wonderful news until the next morning after breakfast. Then he pulled his chum upstairs to Number 12 and recounted the whole stupe...

alternately blaming himself for what had happened and then Arnold, hating Frank with a new and perfectly soul-filling hatred, I don’t know. But I do know that when a sense of th...