Ned was away and played first, using his mashie. The ball went away high and the gallery watched its arch with breathless interest. It struck on the green, about two yards out of line with the flag, and apparently4 quite near the hole. One of the players who had finished his game and, with the others, was standing5 near the home green, waved his hand and cut a caper6. Frost selected a midiron for his approach. For the first time that day he seemed nervous, and was an unusually long time in making his shot. It had good direction, struck well this side of the green and rolled smoothly7 on until it lay within four yards of the hole. The gallery hurried to the green, the two players following more leisurely8. Ned’s lie was almost but not quite as good as Frost’s, being just over four paces distant from the hole, while Frost’s was just under. Kirk stepped forward and lifted the flag from the hole, treading across the short turf as though presiding at a funeral. The gallery ranged itself around the green, determined9 not to miss a thrill.
Ned looked critically along the line to the hole, swung his putter once or twice from the wrists and[177] addressed his ball. Had a grasshopper10 sneezed at that moment every member of the gallery would have jumped a foot! Ned swung his club back gently, brought it smoothly forward, there was a little tap and the ball ran swiftly toward the hole. Ned had put too much force into the stroke, for the ball reached the edge of the cup, leaped across and trickled11 on for a yard! A murmur12 of dismay went up. Kendall’s heart sank. Frost gripped his putter, brushed aside a tiny pebble13, settled himself and tapped his ball very gently. His direction was good, but, having determined not to fall into Ned’s error, he erred14 on the other side and the ball traveled a scant15 two yards. A sigh of relief arose about Kendall; he caught a boy grinning at him and grinned back; Teller16 Sanford’s black eyes were gleaming with excitement. There was only a tied match to hope for now, but that was better than the defeat that would have come had Frost holed out in his first try. But even a yard is a long way sometimes when much depends on the result, and there was a good deal of suspense17 while Ned measured the distance and swung his putter. But this time the ball behaved itself and dropped into the hole with a comforting thud. A sigh of relief went up from all around. Then every eye fixed18 itself on the Broadwood player. Two yards was not a long[178] putt for Frost, but there was always the chance that he wouldn’t make it, and as he sped the little ball forward more than one onlooker19 gripped his hands. It began to slow down soon after it left the club; a foot from the hole it was barely rolling; at the very brink20 of the hole it paused, seemed to look into the abyss before it, shudder21 and stop. For an instant no one moved or breathed. It seemed that the ball would drop over the edge at any instant. But it didn’t. Frost, watching it, shrugged22 his shoulders and walked toward it.
“Oh, call it in!” cried Ned, and jumped in the hope of jarring the ground sufficiently23 to set the ball in motion. But the thing was obdurate24. It never stirred. Frost tapped it with his putter and it rolled out of sight. Then he turned to Ned with outstretched hand.
“You win, Tooker,” he said, with a smile. He was a little bit pale. Ned shook hands, but—
“Nonsense!” he said. “I’m not going to take the game on a fluke like that. We’ll call it a draw, Frost, and play another nine.”
“Oh, no!” replied Frost. “It was a fair win.”
He reached down and rescued his ball from the hole. Then he walked very deliberately25 to the edge of the green, dropped the ball on the turf, swung his putter and sent the offending guttie[179] flying into the river. Then he came back, a smile on his face.
“I feel better,” he said to Ned, with a laugh. “Well, we had a close game of it, Tooker, and you deserved to win. Wonder how the other games came out.”
“It’s two to two,” said Linton. “The match depends on those chaps.” He nodded across to where Simpson and Sawyer were preparing to drive off from the ninth tee.
“Who won?” asked Ned of Kirk.
“It doesn’t matter. How did the others come out?”
“Pete lost to Linton and Jim Morgan beat Carter. What was your score, Ned?”
“I was 79 and Frost 80. Anyone heard how Simpson is getting on?”
“He was four to the bad at the end of the first round,” replied Kirk. “I guess he’s out of it.”
And he was. Sawyer, of Broadwood, finished triumphantly27 with a lead of 6 strokes under Jack28 Simpson and Broadwood had won the match, three games out of five.
“Well, we will have to try you again in the spring,” said Ned to Frost.
“We’ll be glad to,” the other answered. “And[180] I hope you and I, Tooker, can get together again. You’re the best I ever ran up against, but I’m not convinced I can’t beat you.”
“I daresay you will the next time,” laughed Ned. “Good-by. We’ve had a dandy time.”
Ned, Kendall and Teller Sanford walked back together, Ned a little disappointed.
“I don’t care if we did get beaten,” said Kendall, “as long as you won your game, Ned.”
“I do,” Ned replied. “I thought sure we’d get a fall out of them this time. Hang ’em, we’ve never managed to win since I’ve been here! But you wait until next spring! Gee30, but I’m tired! I’m going to have a hot and cold shower, fellows. I’ll see you later.”
The Football Team came back to school in time for a late supper, wearied and happy. Carrel’s School had been vanquished31 to the tune32 of 22 to 3, and it seemed that at last Yardley had found her pace. Carrel’s three points had been made by a field goal in the first three minutes of play. After that the home team had never had a chance and Yardley had scored a touchdown in each period and had kicked two goals out of four, Hammel succeeding once out of three tries and Dan Vinton securing the other. Only one incident had marred33 the game. Arthur Thompson, playing right half in the third period, had sprained35 his knee and[181] would be out of the game for the rest of the season.
The school in general was too happy over the size of the score to pay much attention to this misfortune at first. But by the next day it was realized that the team had sustained a serious loss in Thompson. He had proved himself head and shoulders above any of the other half-back substitutes, and it was scarcely to be supposed that both Roeder and Stearns would be so fortunate as to play through the rest of the season uninterruptedly. Now, in case either was forced to retire, his duties would fall to Green or Fayette, neither of whom could be called a first-class back.
Gerald hurried over to Arthur’s room in Whitson as soon as he heard the bad news and found a very despondent-looking invalid36. Arthur had had his supper in bed, and the doctor had just gone, after wrapping the injured knee in yards of gauze.
“How’s this for luck?” asked Arthur miserably37. “I can stand not playing football any more this fall, but what about pole-vaulting? I’ll make a fine Track Team captain if I have to hobble around with a cane38!”
“It isn’t as bad as that, is it?” asked Gerald anxiously. “What did the doctor say?”
“Oh, he didn’t say much of anything. Said it[182] would be all right in a week or two, but that I’d have to be careful of it for a month or so after I got out. I asked him if it would interfere39 with pole work and he just hemmed40 and hawed and looked wise in that silly way doctors have. I’d like to kick him!”
“Why, of course it will be all right by spring, Arthur,” Gerald said with conviction. “Look at the people who sprain34 their ankles and wrists and—and things every day!”
“Well, why didn’t he say so, then?” asked Arthur crossly. “Besides, pole-vaulting puts a lot of work on a fellow’s knees, and if mine is stiff and creaky I won’t be able to do ten-feet-six!”
“The game? Oh, it was all right, I guess. Tom was a wonder to-day; went through ’em as though they were paper. And Hammel was a dandy, too, even if he did miss two goals.”
“How did Dan play?”
“Rotten, if you want the unvarnished truth, Gerald. I don’t know what’s the matter with Dan. I suppose, though, it’s just being captain that’s queering his game. He dropped two passes to-day and was as slow as molasses down the field. I guess Dan’s gone fine.”
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Gerald nodded. “I thought he seemed to have the dumps this evening,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Do you know, Arthur, I’m a bit worried about Dan.” Arthur looked a question and Gerald continued: “He isn’t the same chap he was last year. He’s cross about half the time, and nervous as a—a—”
“As a hen. Hens are awfully nervous, Gerald.”
“Yes, he is. He worries all the time because he’s afraid Broadwood may lick us, and every time a player stubs his toe or skins his knuckles42 Dan has a fit.”
“I know.” Arthur nodded. “What he needs is the rest cure. He ought to take my place for a week.”
“I wish he could,” said Gerald.
“So do I!”
“He said he was coming over here later to see how you were.”
“Well, I’ll have to be smiling and happy or he will jump into the river, I suppose,” Arthur growled43. “Oh, hang the luck, anyway!”
“I’m awfully sorry,” said Gerald sympathetically. “If you want anything while you’re laid up, or if there’s anything I can do—”
“Thanks. There isn’t, though. Hello! Come in!”
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It was Dan who had knocked and who, at Arthur’s invitation, entered. At his heels came Tom Roeder. Dan had a frown on his forehead and looked tired and worried.
“Hello!” greeted Arthur cheerfully. “Hello, Tom! What price me?”
“It’s a shame, Arthur,” said Dan. “I don’t know what the team is going to do without you, either.”
“Going to win,” laughed Arthur. “Don’t let that bother you.”
“How are you feeling?” asked Dan anxiously.
“You’d better not try it,” said Tom sternly. “What does he say about the knee?”
“All right in a week or so.”
“It’s my fault for insisting on your coming out for the team,” Dan grieved.
“Your fault! Poppycock! That’s nonsense to talk like that,” responded Arthur. “Besides, there’s no harm done. My old knee will be as fit as a fiddle45 in a few days.”
“We’re going to miss you on the team, though,” said Dan mournfully.
Arthur laughed. “You’ll never know I’ve gone,” he said. “Now, for the love of mud, Dan, stop looking like a bereaved46 cow. Cheer up!”
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“I’ve been trying to get him to cheer up all the evening,” said Tom, “and he hasn’t smiled a single smile yet. Honest, Dan, things aren’t half as bad as you look!”
Dan did smile then rather wanly47. “I’m tired,” he said. “That’s all that’s the matter with me. Payson says I’ve got to lay off for a day or two, though. I guess I’d better, after the exhibition I put up to-day. Pretty poor, wasn’t it, Tom?”
“So-so,” replied Tom untroubledly. “Don’t let it bother you. We all go to pieces now and then. Payson’s right, though, old man, and you do need a bit of a rest. Next Saturday you’ll feel like a fighting cock and play like a house afire!”
“Hope so. Well, I told Payson I’d go down and see him for a minute. I’m awfully sorry about this, Arthur. If there’s any sort of thing I can do, let me know, won’t you? Good night. Good night, fellows.”
Dan departed. For a moment no one said anything. Arthur, however, raised his brows, and Tom shook his head as much as to say, “Don’t ask me!”
“He’s got it bad,” remarked Arthur finally. “Well, I daresay it’s not much fun being football captain at a school where nearly three hundred fellows are watching you all the time and expecting you to turn out a winning team no matter[186] what the conditions may be. I guess it’s natural enough to get nervous now and then.”
“That’s so,” Tom agreed. “I’ll bet I’d be batty in no time if I was cap. I hope Dan gets over it before next Saturday, though.”
“He will. Payson will steady him down all right.”
“I daresay. Poor old Dan sure did play a punk game to-day.”
“He kicked that goal in good shape, though,” said Gerald.
“You’re right,” Tom agreed. “It was a dandy. Almost as good as that friend of yours could have done, Arthur.”
“What friend of mine?”
“I wasn’t asleep,” answered Arthur with a frown. “I don’t care if he couldn’t be found; I saw him all right.”
“Well, if there is such a chap,” said Tom, “why doesn’t he show up? Payson has hunted the whole school through.”
“I have an idea,” said Gerald, “that he wasn’t one of our fellows at all, that he was some village chap who came up and used the field knowing there wouldn’t be anyone there in the morning.”
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“I hadn’t thought of that,” Arthur replied. “I’ll just bet that was it!”
“The explanation,” agreed Tom gravely, “is plausible49. I am glad to hear it, Arthur. It restores my faith in your veracity50.”
Dan did no work on Monday, Tuesday nor Wednesday. The coach even refused to allow him to visit the field the first two days. By Thursday, Dan’s attack of nerves had apparently departed. There was an extra hard practice that afternoon in preparation for the game with Porter Institute. Porter was known to have what Tom called “a corking51 lot of huskies,” and was expected to give a good deal of trouble. And so it turned out.
Saturday was a miserable52 day. It had started to rain Friday evening and had kept it up all night. At eleven the sun shone for a few moments and it was hoped that the afternoon would be fair. But by dinner time the rain was coming down again “fently but girmly,” to use Ned Tooker’s phrase, and so it continued all during the game, clearing finally when the Porter team was rolling stationward with Yardley’s scalps hanging from their belts. For Yardley met her first defeat that day.
Porter Institute had a fine team; there was no gainsaying53 that; but it must be also acknowledged[188] that Yardley did not play up to form. A fumble54 by the Porter full-back a few minutes after the game started gave the home team its one lone55 score. Dan picked up the ball and, with Mitchell assisting for a time, sprinted56 down the field for seventy yards and a touchdown. Hammel missed the goal with great ease.
After that Yardley was on the defensive57 for the rest of the first two periods and managed to hold Porter from scoring, although the Blue’s goal was twice threatened. Porter, however, came back strong after the rest and hammered out a touchdown in the third period and kicked a goal. Yardley brought everything to bear that she knew after that and succeeded in reaching Porter’s twenty-six yards. From there, had she possessed58 a drop-kicker of fair ability, she might have made a field-goal. But Dan and Simms consulted and decided59 that they had better not risk it, although Norton had been showing fair work in practice. Instead, they went at Porter’s line again and after two downs, which netted them a scant four yards, tried a forward pass that went to a Porter back and lost them the ball. That was Yardley’s only chance to score. In the last period Porter found her adversary’s line less easy and tried end runs and forward passes and on-side kicks. When the game was almost over Porter had the ball on Yardley’s[189] thirty-three yards, made two on a wide run around Norton, and worked the ball back into the center of the gridiron by a whirlwind shift followed by an attack at the guard-tackle hole. With two yards to go the Porter right half stepped back and put the pigskin straight over the bar by a drop-kick, adding another three points to her six. That was the last scoring, and the final account stood 9 to 5.
Dan redeemed60 himself that day, playing his position brilliantly. The principal fault with the team as a whole was slowness and lack of aggressiveness. The center of the line was especially lacking in the latter. Some two hundred rain-coated youths splashed up the hill after the final whistle had sounded looking rather glum61. There were many criticisms. Most of the fellows held that Dan had erred in not trying a goal from the field in the third period. Others pointed29 out that even had Yardley kicked that goal she would still have been beaten by a point, and maintained that Dan had done the proper thing in trying for a touchdown, which, had it been secured, would have given the contest to the home team. But by the time supper was over the critical attitude passed. After all, Porter Institute was only Porter Institute, and no one really cared very much about her. It was bad to be beaten, but the defeat might act[190] as a tonic62 and nerve the home team to a grand and impressive victory over Broadwood. And the defeat of Broadwood was the chief aim and consideration.
But Dan was once more in the depths. He had hoped for a clean slate63 that fall and now here was a beating to be chalked up against him. Payson shrugged his shoulders and smiled, but Dan took the defeat very tragically64 and refused to be comforted.
“There’s something wrong with our fellows,” he declared in Payson’s room in the village that evening. “They don’t play! They don’t seem to have any punch! They—”
“The team’s all right,” interrupted Payson quietly. “They aren’t playing the best they know how, Vinton, but they will two weeks from to-day; and that’s what we want, isn’t it? We don’t want a team that reaches high water mark a fortnight before our big game, you know. They’re coming all right. This week we’ll hammer some speed into them and give them the new signals. We won’t have to fuss with more than six new plays, and that’s fortunate. If the fellows come on slowly, as they’ve been coming and as they ought to come, we can work them hard right up to the Broadwood game and not be afraid of having them go fine. And that’s what I’m hoping for, Vinton.[191] We haven’t had what I call a simon-pure slump65 all season, and I don’t want one now. Porter had a well-developed team, my boy, a team at least a week ahead of us. And they outplayed us. If we had won from them to-day our fellows would have gone into a slump next week as sure as fate. Don’t ask me why, because I can’t tell you; but I know I’m right. It’s a matter of psychology66, I fancy. I’ve seen it too often. No, we’re doing well enough. There’s no need to worry. So don’t do it. The first thing you know you’ll be all worked up and no use to the team just when you’re wanted the most. Get out of doors to-morrow, Vinton, and take a long walk. Take someone with you who will talk of something besides football. Forget football for a day, will you? Just try, eh?”
“All right,” replied Dan with a smile. “I suppose I am getting sort of cranky. But you don’t happen to know where I’m likely to find a fellow at this time of year who won’t talk football, do you?”
“Oh, you can find one,” laughed Payson. “Take a fellow who has some other interest. You football chaps are likely to think that everyone is just as interested in the game as you are. Did you know that the Yardley Golf Team had a match with Broadwood last Saturday?”
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“No,” replied Dan uninterestedly. “Who won?”
“Broadwood, I believe. I just mention it to show that while you and most of the school were ‘footballing’ there were a few chaps who were absorbed in something entirely67 different. By the way, do you know Tooker, the golf captain?”
“Yes, fairly well.”
“All right. There’s your man. Get him to walk with you. Start out after church and take a good long tramp. Go over to Lloyd and have your dinner there. It’s six miles or so over there and there’s a very good little hotel. After dinner sit around and come back in time for supper. I wish you’d do that, Vinton. Will you?”
“Why, yes, if you really want me to,” said Dan doubtfully. “But I don’t see much use in it. And I don’t believe Ned Tooker will care to go.”
“Well, ask him. If he won’t, find someone else. But don’t take any of the team along. Get away from football for one day. You’ll be surprised to find how it will tone you up. By the way, how’s your appetite?”
Dan made a face. Payson nodded:
“I thought so. Well, I’ll wager68 you anything you like that if you’ll do what I say to-morrow you’ll eat enough dinner for a dozen men. And[193] you needn’t stick to training diet, either. Eat whatever they give you, and lots of it.”
“Why don’t you take your own medicine?” asked Dan. “Can’t you go along with me?”
“I could, but you’d be dragging in football every minute. And,” laughed the coach, “if you didn’t I should! No, you do it the way I said. Tooker’s a good chap; he will make you laugh, and that’s what you need.”
After Dan had taken his departure, in a much better frame of mind than he had arrived in, the head coach went to the telephone and called up Dudley Hall. The telephone there was in Mr. Austin’s room, and when the chemistry instructor69 came to the line Mr. Payson said: “Is that you, Mr. Austin? This is Payson. I want very much to get hold of Tooker. Is there any way you can get him to the ’phone without much trouble? You can? Thank you very much. Yes, I’ll hold the line.”
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