The Crisscross Shadow [antikvár]

CHAPTER I A Strange Sale "I WANT to speak to my nephews Frank and Joe Hardy at once," said an excited voice on the telephone. "It's urgent." "Yes, Miss Hardy," replied the manager of Bay-port High's football team. "They're out on the field. I'll get 'em." Meanwhile, on the thirty-yard line Coach Devlin was saying, "Okay, team, let's run through our new defensive play once more." The eleven lined up, the regulars on defense, the scrubs facing them. "86X," barked Frank Hardy, captain and quarterback, as the opposing center moved over the pigskin. The ball was snapped. At the same instant, stocky Chet Morton, the regulars' stalwart center, pulled out of the line to cover the left flank. The scrubs' halfback darted up and over the line of scrimmage.