grin to his face. While he regained his breath Thad Brimmer took his turn. After that Falkland again tried and got the weight away without misadventure, although not to the satisfaction of Partridge. Fudge threw again and, while the result was not as good as that of his former performance, did very well. Partridge explained again, and again threw, and the practice was over.
"That was a peach of a throw, Fudge," commended Perry, as he ranged himself beside his friend. "I didn't know you could do it like that!"
"It isn't hard," replied Fudge carelessly, "if you know how." But he managed to convey by his tone that it was hard and that a great deal of credit was deserved by one William Shaw. "I guess the time before the last I must have made a hundred and fifty feet easy!"
Fudge's estimate was somewhat too generous, but Perry accepted it unquestionably and accorded admiration. He waited outside while Fudge performed his ablutions and arrayed himself in his street attire, and then, in the wake of the baseball players, they made their way back to town. Fudge, plainly pleased with himself, had a good deal to say regarding the gentle art of throwing the hammer, and Perry listened patiently until the subject
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