George Agnew Chamberlain

Rackhouse: a Novel George Agnew Chamberlain

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...commonly passes for friendly horseplay, but, seeing it, Jimmie would have recognized it at once as one of the surest indications of a hidden undertow of subconscious intention, vaguely malicious, subtly triumphant. Dick cried aloud for mercy. "Ouch! Quit it! Whatever you've been doing, you're certainly in training." At his cry the girls issued forth from the bedroom as though they had been summoned. Norris stared at Gladys with frankly hungry eyes, and presently came to a decision. "You know what you said about showing me, Dick," he reminded. "Let's go, and take the girls along. They're both good dancers and we'd look silly all alone." "That's all right with me," said Page, promptly, "but I hate being a deadhead. Leave me out till I've worked a week." "We'll take it that you have," said Norris, drawing a roll of money from his pocket and counting out a hundred dollars. "That isn't from me," he added, as he handed the notes to Dick. "It's an honest-to-goodness earnest payment from Rackhouse Incorporated for value received twice over. Consider yourself bound." Page stood for a moment without moving, the money held loosely in his hand. Once more his thoughts began to race and to jump, but before they could reach any one of half a dozen goals, Gladys put in the oar of her tongue and the weight of her small hand and scattered them to the four winds. "He doesn't know what to do with it, Blackie," she shrilled. "He's too young. Here, give it to granny." She reached out, snatched away the notes, pulled up her short skirt, and tucked them deftly into the roll of her stocking. Everybody laughed, Dick loudest of all. "Hand it back, cutie," he cried,...