Identifier: boysofcolumbiariver00forb (find matches)
Title: The boys of Columbia High on the river, or, The boat race plot that failed
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Forbes, Graham B
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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g toward him. Asthey were so much closer they could easily reachthe spot before the hounds came up. Accordingly he shouted aloud. Hi! Ben Cloud! Sandy! George! this way!Come and help me! Its Frank Allen! Help!help! He heard the men utter words of anger; but hiseyes were on the boys. They had stopped to look,and undoubtedly must have seen the burglars asthey hurried along, but could not understand whatit all meant. Frank kicked his feet free, for the treacherouscord proved weaker than Joey had believed possible.He stumbled to his feet and started to run in thedirection of the now advancing boys, whose aston-ished shouts attested to their interest. Heavy steps behind him told Frank that he wasbeing pursued by the furious men. He ran as best l64 COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE RIVER he could, considering that his hands were still tied,and that he was lame in one leg. Faster came thetread of those pursuing steps. Frank tried to duckas he had done before, but being far from agile hestumbled and fell.
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hands off our chum ! Boys of Columbia High on the River, —Page 165. THE NEW YOPUBLIC LIBRA A STOP. Lfc.:. CHAPTER XVIII TIT FOR TAT Keep back, there! Hands off our chum! Hurry up, fellows! To the rescue! Columbiad!Columbiad! That last word was known far and near as asignal of distress; and no true son of ColumbiaHigh would ever ignore the call for help it stood for.Those boys who had been lagging behind put on anew spurt of speed, and came tearing to the spotwhere an angry circle of lads surrounded the twomen. Joey and Martin could have fled if they had notbeen averse in the beginning to running away froma parcel of mere boys. And now they stood there,scowling at the dozen lads who formed that circlearound them. Joey had started in to kick the prostrate Frankvigorously, even while the other was striving toclimb to his feet. Stop that, you ruffian! shouted Molly Manners,the dudish student, whose only accomplishment 165 166 COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE RIVER in the way of outdoor sports lay i

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