The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-11-02


extra work he would be stale. Sec
ond, he must be careful of that right
thigh muscle. He had strained it In
the fall as quarterback. And, lastly,
this third necessity being unknown to
the trainer, he must win the hundred
yard dash in the Colwell- Wilton meet.
The rivalry between Harwell and
Small had become more than physical
To win first place in the meet was to
win first place in Alice Summers eyes
at least, this was the conclusion
reached by Ilarwell.
He hurdled the pasture bars into the
meadow. 1t was rather wet, and the
smell of bruised cowslips and tender
new sprung mint followed the soft pad
of his sandals. At the sand pits uar-
well halted at the sound of his name
shouted at the top of Iusty lungs.
Small, in knickerbockers, was pound
ing away with his geological hammer
at huge bowlder.
III chill if stopr' called Harwell
memily. Why aren't you running?"
Got this bloomin' five-fifths geology
TO make up this week"
"Too bad"' shouted Harwell, bound
Ing with his long strides toward the
far side of the pits.
Small looked after him, then a mali
elous look crossed his eyes. Tiff Har-
well should get chilled! He sprang to
bis feet.
Wait. Waltz he roared. 81 want"
then Great heavensp' he cried. Then
there was silence.
HarWell did not turn his head at
emaIIs call. He grinned appreciative-
" to himself. Cant work me that
way, he thought "a chill for me
would be very valuable to Small" and
Ne crossed the little meadow brook
with Il careless bound. Then a vague
sense of apprehension entered his mind
small roar had stopped very sudden
~ Tie wondered why. Perhaps he
ought 10 go back, yet he kept on.
bul The sense of apprehension grew
Snu would not go. Finally, with lit
Tie groan ut his own foolishness. Har-
wei turned and retraced his course to
the sand pits, his stride never break
Als. At the brow of the slope he gave
startled ejaculation. In springing to
MS leet Small had dislodged a great
Snce OF the sand pit wall. To his arm
plS IN sand, with face white and sense
'eSS and the sand creeping constantly
uowh TO sift higher and higher about
niln was Small
maxwell dashed toward him. AS he
ian he Snatched up an old tin can half
suh oil rain water and dashed it in
'niaII face. Small opened his eyes.
I'm Suffocating, Harwell," he said.
oh' no, you're not; not by a long
IHalk. Here, take this can and dig to
peat the band. I'll use this piece of
jffy.'
ne set to work feverishly. The bit
VI VI shovel proved very efficient welded
" HarWelfs sinewy arm, and the tin
eah IN SmalPs hands was not to be de-
'p'Seu' Harwell worked with one eye
W Tue edge of the pit. The sand lay
m =, one by one, were loosening. If he
"'u not get Small free before they fell
we'll there was no use in thinking of
,uaI Now Small was free to his waist
"Ne now to his thighs, now-silently,
s""uy' great wedge of sand gave
lay and Small was again buried to
Ills shoulders.
harwell looked about. The pits had
ven SO long deserted that there was
IVY board in sight. Yes, half buried
, black with age, there was one. He
pei'ed across the pit, gave great
french and was back again with the
oOdru' which he placed as bulwark (
against further sand slides. Then to
@orN again with the broken shovel, I
s ses.erlshly, for Small was growing
ialnt and limp.
IA, a. last, painting, Harwell helped the
M null unconscious Small to his feet.
NJ, nel he was suddenly conscious that
d." S hands were blistered, that his feet
Jagged, that his right thigh muscle