Ralph Henry Barbour

“ And the worst of it is, you know, he isn't the best fellow in the world to be leader."
"How about you?" asked Roy. "You're not one of his slaves, are you?"
"Me? Bless you, no! Horace and I had our little scrap two years ago and since then he has given me up for lost. Same way with Jack Rogers. Jack's the only chap that can make Horace stand around. Jack could have taken the lead himself if he'd wanted to, but the only thing he thinks of is football. Horace hates him like poison, but he makes believe he likes him. ”

“ Chub headed the canoe toward the landing.
"You see," he explained, "no fellow is allowed to get into a boat here until he can swim, and so, barring a swift current, there isn't much danger. That's Sid in front. He's a regular fish in the water and it's even money that he upset the thing on purpose. He'd better not let Emmy know about it, though. By the way, how about you? Can you swim? I forgot to ask you."
"Yes, I can swim pretty fair," answered Roy.
"All right. I took it for granted you could. You look like a chap that can do things. Do you play baseball?" ”

“ But you'll have a hard row to hoe for a while, for Horace can make it mighty unpleasant for a chap if he wants to."
"He's done it already," answered Roy.
"Oh, that's nothing," was the cheerful reply. "Wait till he gets to going. He can be mighty nasty when he tries. And he can be fairly decent, too. He isn't a coward like Otto Ferris, you see; he's got a lot of good stuff in him, only it doesn't very often get out."
"He's a Second Senior, isn't he?"
"Yes, he's been here six years already, too. He isn't much on study, and Emmy gets ripping mad with him sometimes. ”