human
It's do or die now, grimly remarked the young captain.
gpt
We're fit to the minute.
human
Have you heard from Duncaster?
gpt
No, and I don't expect to. He'll keep the stock I expect, or trade it to the Porter crowd. It was a slim chance, but it didn't make good.
human
Well, remarked Paul, a little later, when Dick had been nervously pacing about the room.
gpt
I suppose we might as well go out on the gridiron.
human
It's a bit early, objected Dick.
gpt
The Blue Hill crowd won't be here for an hour yet.
human
Marching Through Georgia.
gpt
Telegram for you, Mr. Hamilton--it came collect,
human
Humph. Can't be from dad, he always pays his messages,
gpt
What's the matter? asked Paul quickly.
human
Bad news.
gpt
No. Good! cried Dick.
human
Listen. This is from Mr. Duncaster--no wonder he sent it collect. He says: 'Have your letter. I will grant your request and sell you the stock. Come and see me at once, as I am leaving for Europe for my health. I go to-night.'
gpt
Then you'd better hustle out to Hardvale! cried Paul.
human
Hurray! That's great.
gpt
I can't go,
human
Why not?
gpt
I haven't time to go out there and get back to play the game--and--I'm going to play the game!
human
LINE UP!