Sany Hydraulic Excavator SY75 Shop Manuals and Schematics EN DE ZH

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 "All right. But eat lightly," urged Bobby.
For once something was going on in the Lower School that the
whole crowd of boys was not "on to." Shiner and Sparrow had been
as mum as Fred and Bobby.
 The two combatants did not even scowl at each other; they
kept apart. They did not want any of the other boys to suspect.
Howell Purdy asked Bobby if "Ginger wasn't going to knock
Sparrow's head off?" and Bobby dodged the question adroitly.
 It seemed to Bobby as though that forenoon would never come
to an end. At half past eleven the Lower School was let out. Bobby
took Fred into the gymnasium and they put on the gloves together
for a little practice.
With the experience they had had before, and the instruction of
the Rockledge athletic teacher, for boys of their size, Bobby and Fred
were quite proficient in the so-called manly art.
 Sparring, as a game like baseball or tennis, is splendid exercise
and good training for mind and temper. It may, or may not, lead to
fisticuffs among boys. Certainly boys who spar together in a
gymnasium are much less likely to have rude fights as the outgrowth
of sudden temper. They respect each other's prowess too much.
Fred was careful at dinner. As soon as they could, he and Bobby
slipped out, and made their way to the distant corner, and by a
roundabout way so that they could not be seen. Five minutes later
Sparrow and Jimmy Ailshine appeared.
CHAPTER XIX
THE RESULT
Just who would have won in that battle between Fred Martin and
Sparrow Bangs remains one of the unsolved mysteries of Rockledge
School.
It was never finished. The quartette of boys had made one
mistake. They should have taken a fifth youngster into their
confidence and set him on watch.
 Mr. Leith, the head master under Dr. Raymond, always took a
constitutional around the grounds after the midday meal. Not often
did he cross the campus, for he was not a man given to spying upon
his young charges.
But this day the campus seemed to be deserted. It was a cold
day, and most of the boys had remained indoors to take advantage
of the hour of study before afternoon lessons.
 He came down the railing that defended the cliff's edge, and he
heard, as he approached the notorious "bloody corner," boyish
voices.
"That's it, Sparrow! Hit him again!" shrieked one voice.
 "Let him hit me—I'll give him as good as he sends!" spoke up
another voice.
There was the instant sound of blows interchanged. The teacher
could not doubt what was going on.
 "Boys! boys! how dare you fight?" he demanded, and strode
toward the hedge of hemlock trees, his coattails flapping behind
him.
The fight had not continued long. Both boys had removed their
coats and vests and caps. They were hard at it indeed when Mr.
Leith's voice smote upon their ears.
 "Cheese it!" gasped Shiner. "Leith's onto us!"
With the fear of being apprehended in all their minds, the four
boys sprang for the underbrush, on the other side of the corner.
They knew which way the teacher was coming.
 The two belligerents had picked up their discarded clothing, but
as they got under cover Fred gasped:
"Scubbity-yow! I've dropped my cap."
 "Keep on!" exclaimed Bobby. "I'll get it."
He was so earnest to shield his chum from the result of his
wrong doing, that he forgot his own danger. If Fred's cap were
found, Mr. Leith would know it, and Fred would be called upon to
explain.
 Bobby darted back while the other boys scudded through the
bushes. He saw the cap on the ground just inside the open space.
He sprawled all over it, grabbed it up, and then was stricken
motionless and dumb by the voice of the master who stepped into
view:
"Robert! What does this mean?"
 Bobby shook all over, but he stuffed the cap into the breast of
his jacket.
"Robert, stand up!" commanded the teacher.
 Bobby did so. He looked timidly across at the gentleman.
Certainly Mr. Leith was a very stern looking man!
"Come here, Robert," said Mr. Leith.
 Bobby crossed the sandlot at a slow crawl. Mr. Leith cleared his
throat, removing his eyeglasses to wipe them. On the instant, as the
boy reached the fence, he flung Fred's cap through the rails and out
over the edge of the cliff. It disappeared like a shot.
"What was that, sir?" demanded Mr. Leith, putting on the
eyeglasses and looking at Bobby again.
The boy hesitated. The gentleman repeated:
"What was it? I saw you throw something away."
 "It—it was a cap," said Bobby.
"A cap? Not your own cap?" exclaimed the teacher, in surprise.
"You have your own cap on."