“Cut out that whistling, will you?” he begged between yawns. “You give me a headache, you do; always whistling; making a noise—” The words died away in a growl3 as he patted the cold sponge gingerly over his face. Kendall laughed.
“I guess you don’t like music,” he said.
“Yes, that’s what the little birdies do in the[81] morning, whistle. I’m playing I’m a little birdie.”
“You’re playing the silly fool,” growled5 Harold. “Whistling isn’t music. Besides, there isn’t any tune6 to what you whistle!”
“I was—what do you call it?—improvising,” replied Kendall. “All great musicians do it.”
“Well, do it outdoors then. I want peace in my own room.”
“All right,” agreed Kendall good-naturedly. “I’m off. You’d better hurry or you’ll be late for chapel7.”
“Don’t care if I am,” answered Harold defiantly8. But he dropped the towel and made a rush for his clothes as Kendall closed the door behind him.
When Kendall reached the front of Whitson he observed a little group of fellows at the flagpole. He hurried across to it. On the grass, overturned, lay the paint can, with two brushes, sticky with green paint, balanced on top. The brushes had been found on the grass nearby. A glance at the pole told Kendall that he had not entirely9 saved it from the enemy after all, for on the farther side two big streaks10 of bright green marred11 the whiteness. The group was speculating excitedly. Kendall listened:
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“Must have been done early last night. The paint’s almost dry.”
“Some Third Class gang, of course. Green’s their color.”
“They ought to get their heads bumped together,” said an older boy. “Faculty12’ll have something to say when they see it.”
There was an uneasy silence at that, and one or two of the smaller boys edged away. But others joined the group and the theories kept coming:
“Wonder why they didn’t finish it. Must have been scared away, what?”
“Of course! Look at the paint pot. And Decker found one brush ten feet away. They probably heard something and ran.” The speaker lowered his voice. “Know anything about it?”
Then the chapel bell stopped ringing and the fellows made a rush for the entrance.
Kendall smiled to himself as he followed. He could tell them something that would surprise them if he wanted to. Of course he would have to tell someone or else he would get no credit for his act; and it is only human nature to want credit for our good deeds. The best way, he guessed, would be to just sort of mention it carelessly to someone. When one fellow knew, it[83] wouldn’t take long for the story to get about. And after that—well, at least they’d know who he was!
But presently, when Mr. Collins reached the announcements for the day, Kendall was reminded that life was not all roses.
“I will see the following students at the Office at twelve,” said Mr. Collins. Then came a half-dozen names, and the last of all was Burtis!
Kendall left Oxford13 wondering what sort of punishment was to be meted14 out to him. It seemed a very small crime, leaving the dormitory after ten o’clock, and Kendall comforted himself with the conclusion that the Assistant Principal would only give him a talking to. But now and then during the forenoon the recollection of the coming interview caused a qualm.
Meanwhile the school had worked itself into quite an excited frame of mind over the green paint episode. Older fellows recalled the time when, a couple of years ago, the front of Dudley had been discovered decorated one morning with a legend in blue paint. But the boy who had performed that startling feat16 could not be connected with the present adventure for he had removed himself from Yardley a short while after. Younger boys whispered of a mysterious secret society and hinted that they had suspected its[84] existence for some time. By noon the Third Class had been made defendant17. They might deny it as much as they pleased, declared the other classes, but anyone could see that it was their work. And, added some of the First Class oracles18, the sooner they discovered the culprits and made an example of them the better for the reputation of the Third Class. All of which added to the rapidly growing excitement. Of course the Third Class denied to a man all knowledge of the affair. Well, perhaps not to a man, since Kendall didn’t put in any denial, the principal reason for which was that no one thought of accusing him.
By the time breakfast was over the paint can and brushes had disappeared and the janitor19 was busily at work removing the offending stains. It was rumored20 that Mr. Collins himself had taken the paint can, but when questioned the janitor only grunted21. It was also rumored that faculty was enormously incensed22 over the affair and had summoned a special meeting that evening to consider what steps to take to discover the miscreants23, and that there was the dickens to pay generally! Meanwhile the school waited with bated breath and enjoyed the sensation hugely.
At twelve o’clock Kendall made his way down the long corridor of Oxford and pushed open the[85] ground-glass portal marked “Office.” There were two boys ahead of him in the outer room and Kendall sank into a chair to wait. The school secretary glanced up across the top of his desk, fixed24 Kendall speculatively25 for an instant and went back to his work. The door of the inner office opened, Mr. Collins appeared, looked over the callers, said “Watkins, please,” and disappeared again, one of the boys at his heels. There was a solemnity about the proceeding26 that Kendall found a trifle depressing. Five minutes later the same thing was repeated and the second youth disappeared behind that forbidding portal. Meanwhile three other boys had arrived and seated themselves about the room. Then it was Kendall’s turn at last and he followed the Assistant Principal across the threshold.
“Take a seat, please, Burtis,” said Mr. Collins, closing the door. Kendall sat down in a chair at the end of the broad, flat-topped mahogany desk and Mr. Collins lowered a shade by a few inches at one of the windows and took his own chair. Then he looked at Kendall for a moment in silence. Finally,
“Well, Burtis, suppose you tell me all about it,” he said in a kindly27 tone. “That will save a lot of questions.”
“Why, sir,” replied Kendall, “there—there[86] isn’t anything much to tell, sir. I didn’t think about the rule, sir. I don’t mean that I didn’t know it, only—”
Mr. Collins frowned.
“Never mind about that part of it, Burtis. What induced you to do such a silly, childish thing, my boy?”
“Do—do what, Mr. Collins?”
“Come, come now! Don’t beat about the bush, Burtis.”
“I don’t understand what you mean, sir,” replied Kendall bewilderedly. “If you mean why did I go out after lock-up—”
“I mean,” said Mr. Collins shortly, drumming with his finger-tips on the top of the desk, “I mean why did you daub the flagpole with green paint? What was your idea in doing such an idiotic28 thing?”
“Why—why—”
“Well? Come now, tell me all about it.”
“But I didn’t! You don’t understand, sir! I didn’t have anything to do with that, Mr. Collins. It was the oth—”
“You mean that you didn’t actually do any of the painting? Does that matter? You had a[87] hand in the affair, Burtis. Who was with you?”
“No one, sir,” answered Kendall, still bewildered.
“That means you refuse to tell their names. Do you mind telling me whether the thing was intended as a Hallowe’en joke or as a mere31 piece of vandalism?”
“Why, sir, I think it was meant as a joke! But I didn’t know it was Hallowe’en. They said—”
“Who said?” asked Mr. Collins sharply. Kendall was silent.
“Come, come, Burtis, don’t be silly. Make a frank confession32 and it will be easier for you.”
“I’d rather not say who they were, if you please, sir. But I know they intended it as a sort of joke on the school. I tried to stop them, and I did, but I was too late—”
“So you were on the side of law and order, were you?” asked Mr. Collins ironically. “Very fine of you, Burtis. Then you don’t deny that you were present at the time?”
“N-no, sir; that is, I was—was nearby.”
“Who did that electric torch you had belong to?”
“My roommate, Harold Towne.”
“Hm. Where was Towne at the time?”
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“In bed, sir.”
“You’re certain of that?”
“Yes, sir. I waited until he was asleep before I went out.”
“Were the others there when you arrived?”
“No, sir.”
“You had to wait for them? How long?”
“I—I don’t know exactly; about twenty minutes, I guess.”
“Where did you wait?”
“On the steps of Oxford, sir.”
“I see. You had the paint with you then?”
“No, sir! I didn’t have anything to do with the paint. You—you don’t understand, Mr. Collins!”
“I’m trying to, my boy, but you won’t help me. You acknowledge that you took part in the affair—”
“No, sir, really! I had nothing to do with it. I went out to try and stop them.”
“That’s rather a hard pill to swallow, Burtis. How did you know that ‘they’ were going to do it?”
“I overheard them talking about it in the afternoon, sir.”
“Why didn’t you try to stop them then?”
“I—I didn’t know them well enough.”
Mr. Collins was plainly puzzled. Kendall[89] looked as though he were telling the truth, but Mr. Collins had had many disillusionments in his time. He moved impatiently. “Burtis,” he said, “here are the clear facts of the case. I found you last night at almost eleven o’clock coming into the dormitory with an electric torch in your hand. This morning the flagpole is found daubed with green paint—the color of the Third Class, of which you are a member—and a paint pot and two brushes are found nearby. As circumstantial evidence that looks pretty conclusive33, doesn’t it?”
Kendall sadly acknowledged that it did. It was his first encounter with Circumstantial Evidence and he was forced to own that Circumstantial Evidence was getting the better of him.
“Well,” resumed the Assistant Principal, “now you confess that you were aware of the project, that you were present, know the other participators—”
“Only by sight, sir!” interrupted Kendall.
“You mean that you don’t know their names?”
“Yes, sir! No, sir; I mean that I don’t!”
“Um; members of your class, however, are they not?”
“No, sir.”
“What! Then why the green paint?”
“Because—because—” But Kendall couldn’t[90] answer that without informing on the Broadwood fellows.
“Well?”
“It wasn’t used because it was a class color, sir; it—it had another significance.” And Kendall found time to be secretly proud of that word before Mr. Collins went on:
“Now you tell me that you went out there to prevent the others from doing what they had planned to do. What method did you intend to use, Burtis?”
“I meant to scare them away.”
“Ah! And how did you propose to scare them away?”
“By hiding and turning the searchlight on them, sir. And that’s what I did, only the light wouldn’t work at first and they got some paint on before it would work. And then they ran away.”
“Yes? And in what direction?”
“I—I—” Kendall stopped and observed Mr. Collins apologetically. “I’d rather not tell any more, please, sir.”
“Very well, my boy, but bear in mind that you are making it harder for yourself. I’d like very much to believe your version of the story, but, frankly34, I can’t. Now, wouldn’t it be much more sensible to make a clean breast of the whole[91] thing? Is there any reason why the others shouldn’t take their share of punishment? Especially if, as you say, they are the ones to blame and you are merely an innocent victim of circumstances? Come, come, Burtis!”
“I couldn’t make a clean breast of it, Mr. Collins, without telling on—on the others. And—and you don’t think that’s right, do you, sir?”
Mr. Collins smiled slightly. “That question has been put up to me a good many times, my boy, and I’ve always declined to answer it. There’s something to be said on both sides. It’s a question you’ll have to decide for yourself. I must tell you, though, that we have always had very little patience for the sort of tomfoolery indulged in by your party last night. Defacing property is a skulking35, mean-spirited business, Burtis. Now and then some prank36 comes to my attention for which, although I am obliged to mete15 out punishment, I have a sort of admiration37. Ingenuity38, daring, courage, all those compel admiration even when displayed in a bad cause. But to sneak39 out at night under cover of darkness and daub paint on another person’s property has nothing of ingenuity nor courage about it. In short, Burtis, the defacing of school property is held by this faculty as being mischievous40 and contemptible41 and is always punished severely42. I tell you this[92] that you may realize the seriousness of your position before it is too late. Think it over a minute.”
“You mean that I—that you will let me off if I tell who the other fellows were?” asked Kendall unhappily.
“I mean that if you will make a clean breast of the whole affair, fixing blame where it belongs, you will be dealt with much more leniently43 than you will be if you persist in—in retarding44 justice,” replied Mr. Collins kindly. “Take your time and think about it.”
He arose and passed into the front office, and Kendall heard him address Mr. Forisher, the secretary:
“Let me have the card of Burtis, Third Class, please.”
He returned with the card in his hand. Kendall could see his name at the top of it. It was evidently taken from the filing cabinet which stood back of the secretary’s desk. Mr. Collins laid the card on the desk and looked inquiringly at Kendall. Kendall shook his head:
“I—I’d rather not, please, sir.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes, sir. I’d rather not tell.”
“I’m sorry.” Mr. Collins frowned slightly and picked up the card. For a moment or two there was silence while he glanced over the record it[93] held. Then, “Upon my word, Burtis, this is too bad,” he exclaimed annoyedly. “You have good reports for the week from every instructor45. Mr. Bendix says you show first-class physical conditions and that you are trying football. Here’s a fine, clean card and now you go and spoil it by such tomfoolery as last night’s! Too bad, really! Well—”
He laid the card down again, drummed on the desk with his fingers once or twice, swung his chair around so that he could look out the window across the Yard and was silent. A minute passed. Kendall followed the Assistant Principal’s gaze with his own and wondered how many pillows were piled in the window seat of a room in Dudley, how you told time by a sun-dial and what the little red discs on the golf course meant. Then Mr. Collins swung around briskly and Kendall came back from his dreaming.
“Well, Burtis,” said Mr. Collins in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice, “I guess it will have to be probation46.”
Kendall made no answer. He was very uncertain as to what probation meant. He didn’t like the sound of it, however. It sounded, he thought, almost as bad as Circumstantial Evidence. Mr. Collins didn’t leave him long in ignorance, though:
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“That means that you must keep within school bounds, my boy, remain in your room from supper time until chapel in the morning, have your lessons perfect and abstain47 from athletics48.”
“Does it mean,” asked Kendall blankly, “that I mustn’t play football, sir?”
“Just that; neither football nor anything else. And the rules oblige me to notify your”—he glanced at the card—“your father, Burtis. I shall write to him this evening. It would be well for you to do the same, I think.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Kendall was silent a moment, revolving49 his cap in his hands, and looking very miserable50. “I—I’m glad I didn’t buy any football clothes,” he murmured abstractedly. Mr. Collins smiled a little:
“Well, that’s all, Burtis, for this time, I think. Try and let this teach you a lesson. Will you?”
“Yes, sir.” Kendall got up slowly. Mr. Collins put out his hand and Kendall placed his in it:
“Being on probation doesn’t prohibit you from paying me a call sometimes, Burtis. You know my room. Come in and see me. I’ve got some books you might like to see, and I’m always glad to loan them to boys who I believe will treat them well.”
“Thank you, sir.” Kendall walked to the door.[95] There, with his hand on the door, he turned. “There’s—there’s just one thing, Mr. Collins,” he said earnestly. “I know you had to—to do this. I guess my story ain’t—I mean isn’t—very likely. But I wish you’d just try your very hardest, sir, to believe that I was telling the truth.”
“I will try, Burtis. If it is the truth, my boy, it will prove itself some day. If it does you won’t be more pleased than I shall. Good morning.”
“Good morning, sir.”
“Oh, by the way, Burtis! I shall say nothing of this to anyone beyond the faculty. Unless you speak of it yourself to your friends the reason for your punishment is not likely to be known.”
When he passed Whitson the entrance was thronged51 with fellows awaiting the dinner hour. It seemed to him that, as he went by, everyone turned and looked at him, and he could imagine their expressions of amused contempt. To be sure, Mr. Collins had seemed to think that the matter would be kept secret, but it seemed to him that everyone must know already. He passed by on his way to his room with lowered head. As a matter of fact, very few noticed him, and none connected him with the green paint episode.
In his room Kendall washed up for dinner and then sat down on the edge of his bed and strove to think it over. He was very glad that Harold[96] was not there. It would be nice to tell somebody about it, but surely not him. There was the electric torch on the table. He wondered if it would light if he tried it. Funny how it had come unscrewed last night. He would never forget the scene when the light had streamed out across The Prospect52. He wondered what the four Broadwood fellows thought of it; what explanation they had fashioned to account for the sudden surprise; whether they connected it with the boy who had sat next to them in the drug store.
Then he pulled himself up. Why, he wasn’t thinking of his misfortune at all! He was thinking of what had happened when—when he had been a hero. He felt mighty53 little like a hero to-day! Probation! No more football! That was tough. Worse than that, though, was the thought of his father’s disappointment, and his mother’s. He must write that letter and tell them the real facts of it. It wasn’t doing very well, he reflected ruefully, to get on probation within the first fortnight of school!
Well—! A fellow had to eat, though, probation or no probation, and he suddenly became aware of a very healthy appetite. After all, he hadn’t really done anything very bad, and he had told the truth to Mr. Collins, and—and, oh, shucks, he was going to dinner!
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