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Title: The boys of Columbia high on the gridiron : or, The struggle for the silver cup
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Forbes, Graham B
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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n passed overwhen suddenly there flashed into his mind a brilliantidea that promised results. Just ahead was a bridgeover Juniper Creek, quite a good sized stream thatflowed into Harrapin River above Clifford. Passing down the incline that led to the bridge,Frank managed to make the car act wabbly, as I70 COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE GRIDIRON though there might be something the matter. Andas it ran on to the boards of the bridge itself, hebrought it to a sudden stand. Whats wrong here? demanded Jim, angrily.( The engine had stopped working. Ill get out and see, observed Frank, suitingthe action to the word, and opening up the hood ofthe car. Dont you try to run away, son, if you knowwhats good for you, said the man, after Frankhad used a wrench on the engine. Try crankingher again, and see if she refuses to work. There<—hold on, you fool—why, hes crazy, Bart! forFrank had suddenly whirled around, and taken aplunge over the side of the wooden bridge into thecold waters of Juniper Creek!
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