Gridley
H.S. had closed the year without a defeat.
The day after Thanksgiving football is deader than marbles. Gridley
H.S. boys and girls settled down to study until the holidays came
on.
The next thing of note that happened in the student world jarred
the whole town. There might have been a much bigger jar, however.
Dave Darrin often worked, Saturday nights, in the express office.
One night in early December he was employed there as usual. At
about nine o'clock Dick Prescott and Tom Reade dropped in.
"Pretty near through, old fellow?" Dick asked.
"I will be when the 8:50 gets in and the goods are checked up,"
replied Dave. "The train is a few minutes late tonight."
There being no one else at the office, except the night manager
and two clerks, Dick and Reade felt that they would not be in
the way if they waited for Dave.
Twenty minutes later the wagon drove up with the packages and
cases that had arrived on the 8:50 train.
"You two can give a hand, if you like," invited Dave, as the packages
were being passed up to the counter, checked and taken care of.
Prescott and Reade pitched in, working with a will.
"Here, don't shoot this box through as fast as you've done the
others," counseled Dick, as he picked up a small box, some eighteen
inches long and about a foot square at the end. "The label says,
'Extra fragile. Value two hundred and fifty dollars.'"
Dave reached out to receive it, as Dick laid it carefully on the
counter.
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