Ralph Henry Barbour

Ralph Henry Barbour

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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Tom, Dick and Harriet

Then a twelve-foot expanse of water and broken ice swept up to them, Dick eased the helm until the boat was at right angles to the crack and the fore runners struck the slightly raised edge of the fissure at the same instant. Chub closed his eyes and held on convulsively. The Boreas rose bodily in the air, there was a momentary sensation of being swept through space, and then the runners clanged down upon the ice with a soft jar and the Boreas was tearing along toward the finish, having taken the gap with a twenty-foot leap as a hunter takes a fence!
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Tom, Dick and Harriet

Maybe I won’t come back myself.”
“Oh, Dick, you must!” cried Harry. “Why, then there wouldn’t be any one! You’ve got to come back! You will, won’t you, Dick?”
“Maybe.”
“No, promise!”
“All right, I’ll come, Harry. You and I’ll have to comfort each other, eh? Say, isn’t this a dandy day? Hope it’ll be like this Saturday, eh?”
“It’s going to be,” said Harry decisively. “John says we’re in for a spell of settled weather, and he knows all about it; he never misses.”
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Tom, Dick and Harriet

Harry made a face at him.
“I wouldn’t think of playing if you bar Harry out,” said Dick gravely. “Harry rescued me from a life of idleness at Hammond, and brought me over here where I’m buzzing my brain out trying to keep up with my class, and I’m naturally awfully grateful to her. If you don’t let her play you can’t have my invaluable services, Chub.”
“Look here, how about foot-ball?” demanded Roy.
“Me?” asked Dick. “I don’t know the first thing about it. The only game I can play is chess.”
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