Studying in his room in the evening wasn’t a very great success, for, although the study hour was more or less strictly5 observed, the gatherings6 there continued, and it was difficult to get the[109] mind settled on geometry or German, Latin or Greek when you had been listening for an hour to a discussion of the afternoon’s practice. Gerald, in his last year, had less to do than Kendall. He was taking but four courses, found them easy and so had to study but little. Kendall made use of the hours when he had no recitations to retire to the library in Oxford7, and most of his studying was done there.
And, aside from football, there were other athletic8 interests demanding the attention of the school. The cross-country candidates were training five days a week. The golf team was preparing for the match with Broadwood. There was a Fall Handicap Tournament going on at the tennis courts. Even the baseball diamonds were occupied in fair weather. Boys who found no appeal in any of these pursuits took to the water, and as long as the Winter held off the river was dotted with canoes and skiffs, pair-oars and tubs. And yet, back of all this, one event loomed9 fatefully, growing each day larger and more portentous10. That was the Big Game. All the athletic industries culminated11 with the Broadwood contest; the eighteenth of November marked the end of the Autumn season, and fellows had a way of making promises to themselves like this: “After the Broadwood game I’ll buckle12 down and[110] get caught up with Latin”; or, “When the Broadwood game’s over I’ll have more time for study.” There was a subconscious13 spirit of nervous unrest pervading14 the school that grew as the days went by. After the eleven had journeyed away and returned with the scalp of Porter Institute the season settled into its final stride, and only two games intervened before the great test.
Yardley found Porter easy, and rolled up twenty-four points against her opponent, meanwhile denying Porter the consolation15 of a single score. The school declared that the team had found itself and that the rest was easy. More knowing ones, taking Porter’s weakness into consideration, found cause for doubts and criticisms. Twice Yardley had had the ball within Porter’s ten-yard line and had failed to score. There had been four bad fumbles16. The team was still weak on offense17. If Broadwood was to be beaten the Blue must improve vastly in the next three weeks. Thus the knowing ones. What Coach Payson thought no one knew.
In the meantime Gerald’s campaign went forward and bore results. Kendall made friends. Nowadays to walk from his room in Clarke to a recitation room in Oxford entailed18 more greetings than last year he would have been called[111] on to accord in a month. He was really surprised to find how many fellows he knew well enough to stop and talk to, how many others demanded recognition, a word, a nod or a wave of the hand. Of course, among the younger boys he was a hero second only to Captain Merriwell himself, and the Preparatory Class youth who won a word from Kendall hurried off to tell the rest of the inhabitants of Merle of the talk he had had with Burtis, describing just how Kendall had looked and just what he had said, and, I’m afraid, enlarging a little on the incident. But that’s a weakness not confined to Preparatory Class boys. Had you asked some of Kendall’s fellow members of the team why they had taken a liking19 to him it is probable that they would each have said about the same thing—had they deigned20 to answer such a question at all! “Burtis?” they would have said. “Oh, I don’t know. He’s a good sort, don’t you think? Awfully21 quiet, of course, but has a lot of horse sense. Doesn’t butt22 in, either. Not much on the handsome, but sort of nice looking, too, somehow. Doesn’t have much to say about what he has done or is going to do or can do; just goes ahead and does it. Awfully square sort, I’d say. Besides, he certainly can play football!”
Gerald was pretty busy nowadays with the[112] Cross-Country Team. He was captain of it and about the best performer. And so Kendall saw less of him than during the first of the term. But they usually spent the evenings together. Harry23 Merrow, also a member of the Cross-Country squad24, was very likely to turn up at Number 28 after supper, and Kendall had grown to like him very much. There had been another jaunt25 on The Dart26 since the day they had been lost in the fog, but the second voyage had been an affair without incident. Kendall had not yet become a proficient27 swimmer, principally because he had had but three lessons in the art. It was very hard to find time for anything just now. But he had managed thirty strokes on the last occasion and had swallowed only about three quarts of the Wissining River. Gerald and Harry had assured him that he had done excellently, and Kendall promised himself that when Spring came he would complete his education.
Another fairly frequent visitor to Number 28 was The Duke. The Duke had a way of knocking subduedly and entering on tiptoe, throwing fearful glances behind him and subsiding28 into a chair with a long sigh of relief.
“Ha!” he would whisper hoarsely29. “Again I have thrown him off the track! Ah, the peace and quiet of this refuse!” (Perhaps it isn’t necessary[113] to explain that in The Duke’s language “refuse” meant “refuge.”) He always pretended that Cotton was dogging his footsteps and that it was only by extraordinary stealth and cunning that he could escape his roommate. Once or twice it happened that Cotton followed him later, and on those occasions The Duke would throw up his hands, roll his eyes, and spend the rest of the time of his visit sitting silent and staring at Cotton as though hypnotized.
Cotton still insisted that he had been badly used by coach and captain and still predicted utter annihilation for the forces of Yardley. Gerald’s wager30 soon became known of and occasioned a lot of merriment. The Duke pretended to be—or perhaps really was—much concerned. “My word, Gerald, suppose we really did get licked! Have you paused to consider the fate you have—er—invited? Think of having Cotton on your hands every hour for a week or ten days! Breakfast, luncheon31, dinner, Gerald! No time off for recitations! Oh, woe32 is you!”
Some of the other fellows, too, tried to alarm Gerald, declaring that they wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Broadwood won this year. Then they drew graphic33 word pictures of Gerald towing Charles Cotton around New York in Christmas recess34. “Whatever you do, Gerald,” begged Bert[114] Simms, “don’t take him to the Eden Musee! When you went out you’d get arrested for attempting to steal one of the wax figures!”
From all of which it will be seen that Mr. Cotton had unfortunately not ingratiated himself to any extent with the habitués of Number 28. One evening about midway between the Porter and Forest Hill games the room was pretty well filled. Merriwell and Simms and Girard, of the football element, were present, and George Kirk, captain of the golf team, had dropped in. These, with Gerald and Kendall, pretty well taxed the seating accommodations. Naturally the three subjects uppermost were football, cross-country running, and golf. Kirk had been bewailing the loss to the golf team of Ned Tooker, last year’s captain and star player, and had expressed himself as very doubtful of the outcome of the match to be played at Broadwood the following Saturday.
“Burtis, I thought you were going to play golf this year,” said Kirk.
“I am, I think, after the Broadwood game,” answered Kendall. “I like it first-rate, Kirk, but there isn’t much time for it now, you know.”
“I suppose not. Maybe you’ll get in shape to play with us in the Spring matches, though. It’s the hardest thing to get fellows to take an interest in golf here!”
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“Everyone wants to play football in the Fall and baseball in Spring,” said Gerald. “You can’t get them to think of anything else, barring track sports. We’ve had a dickens of a time this year getting enough fellows together to make up the Cross-Country Team.”
“I thought you had lots of candidates,” said Charles Merriwell, a good-looking, dark-haired fellow of nineteen. “Anyhow, you’re going to win, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I suppose we’ll win all right enough, but if we do it will be because Broadwood’s weak this year. Our team doesn’t begin to compare with last season’s.”
“That’s what they all say,” scoffed35 big Girard, the center. “You hear that every year. Nothing ever compares with what we had last year. It’s rot!”
“Not always,” replied Bert Simms. “Our team isn’t as good as last year’s, and you know it, Pete.”
“What’s the matter with it?”
“Too light, for one thing. Broadwood’s got the heaviest team she ever put on the field. Bet you she’ll outweigh36 us four pounds to a man.”
“Well, he’s the only mite they’ve got, Pete.[116] As for the back-field, they’re tons heavier than we are.”
“Then we’ll make up for it by getting the jump on ’em,” said Girard. “Weight isn’t everything.”
“Nice of you to say so,” murmured Simms, causing chuckles38 of amusement from the others. Girard reached out with a big foot and, hooking it around a leg of Simms’ chair, brought that youth to the floor.
“Bert’s right, though,” declared Merriwell, when order had been restored, “and we’ll find when Payson shows his new plays that we’re in for a kicking game, with most of our gains on wide runs. You’ll be busy that day, Burtis.”
At that moment there was a rap at the door and The Duke entered, hands in pockets, whistling, his eyes roaming the ceiling, elaborately careless. He had an old felt hat on the back of his head, his coat was tightly buttoned and the collar was turned up, and a false mustache, fiercely red, hovered39 uncertainly under his nose. A burst of laughter greeted him. Once inside the room, however, his demeanor40 changed. Turning swiftly, he threw himself against the door and, as it crashed shut, quickly turned the key and leaned there breathing heavily, his eyes darting41 about with a haunted and terrified glare.
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“What is it?” asked Merriwell. “Sherlock Holmes?”
“Old Sleuth,” suggested Gerald. “How did you cut your lip, Duke?”
Without replying The Duke leaned down and pressed an ear against the keyhole. Then, apparently42 satisfied, he unlocked the door and dramatically removed hat and mustache.
“Aha!” he exclaimed hoarsely; “foiled again!”
“Bet you he will be along inside five minutes,” laughed Gerald. “Sit on the bed, Duke, and try to look like a pillow. Maybe he won’t recognize you.”
The Duke followed the first part of the suggestion, but refused to disguise himself as a pillow, even when Simms suggested that that shouldn’t be a difficult stunt43 for anyone as feather-brained as The Duke.
“Where’d you get the red mustache?” asked Girard. “Let’s see it.”
“Bought in the village,” replied The Duke as he tossed it over. “It makes a perfect disguise, doesn’t it? I’m going to wear it to history recitation to-morrow so Collins won’t know me and won’t ask for my digest, which I have forgotten to prepare.”
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“I stump45 you to,” said Simms. “If you will——” But the rest was lost in the laughter caused by Girard’s appearance with the mustache on. After that they all had to try it, and just as it finally got around to Kendall there was another knock on the door.
“Ha!” muttered The Duke. “’Tis he! I am discovered! But I shall sell my life dearly!”
There was a moment of silence as the door swung slowly open, and then, as Cotton walked in with fine dignity, a howl of laughter went up. Only The Duke remained grave. Holding a pillow in front of him, he gazed fiercely over the top of it, muttering and hissing46. Cotton paused in surprise. Simms was rolling on the bed in convulsions and Girard was sprawled47 back in his chair, holding his sides. Cotton viewed the scene at first with bewilderment and then with distaste. A flush crept into his cheeks as he closed the door behind him.
“Hello,” he said stiffly, “what’s the joke, you fellows?”
Kendall was the first to recover. “Oh, just some of Wellington’s nonsense,” he replied hastily. “Sit down, Cotton.”
“Y-yes,” gurgled Gerald, “s-sit down somewhere if you can find room. Sit on the bed there next to The Duke.”
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The Duke lowered the pillow, his gaze fixed48 on Cotton with fearful intensity49. Then, as the latter passed around the table to reach the bed, The Duke seized the false mustache from Kendall, clapped it to his face and confronted Cotton superbly.
“Aha, James Mortimer!” he drawled, stroking one end of the brilliant mustache. “So we meet again, do we? What have you done with the che-ild?”
Cotton, who had suspected himself to be in some way the subject of the laughter that had greeted him, was restored to equanimity50. He joined in the laughter that followed and made himself comfortable on the bed.
“Where’d you get that thing?” he asked. “Let’s see how I’d look in it, Duke.”
“Heaven forfend!” replied The Duke vehemently51 as he thrust it into his pocket. “It wouldn’t become you, Charles, it really wouldn’t.”
Cotton smiled in the manner of one humoring a child or harmless lunatic and turned to Merriwell. “How’s the team getting on?” he asked.
“Fair, thanks,” replied the captain without enthusiasm.
“Going to win on Saturday?”
“Hope to.”
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“You’ll have to brace52 up your line, then. I was reading to-day that Forest Hill has a wonderful attack this year.”
“She’s got most of her last year’s team, hasn’t she?” asked Kendall hurriedly.
“Blessed if I know,” answered Merriwell. “I guess Payson isn’t much worried about it, though. I do hope we’ll trim Nordham, though, fellows.”
“Oh, we’ll run away with her this year,” asserted Girard.
There was another knock on the door.
“Well, we’re some popular to-night,” said Gerald. “Come in!”
It was Harry Merrow. “Hello, everybody,” he greeted. “What is this? A mass meeting?” Just then his gaze fell on Cotton and his eyes narrowed suddenly, and for some time after he had perched himself beside Gerald on the latter’s bed he continued to observe Cotton curiously54 across the room. The conversation went on for a minute or two. Then Harry whispered to Gerald, and the latter broke in with:
“Cotton, I believe you haven’t met Merrow. He’s in your class, by the way. Sorry; I thought you knew each other.”
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Harry reached over Girard’s head and shook hands with Cotton.
“Glad to know you,” he said. “We’ve met before, though, haven’t we?”
“I don’t think so,” replied Cotton. “I’ve only been here this Fall.”
“I mean before that,” said Harry. “Your face seems very familiar.”
“How about his manner?” asked The Duke innocently. Cotton flushed as he took his seat again.
“That’s an old joke,” he said contemptuously.
“How dear to my heart are the jokes of my childhood,” chanted The Duke. “When fond recollection presents them to view!”
Harry, looking polite and incredulous, sat down again, but every now and then he shot a puzzled glance at Cotton. The latter, however, appeared to have forgotten Harry’s existence after the introduction and steadily55 kept his eyes away from that youth. Soon after, Merriwell and Girard took their departure, followed later by Kirk and Simms. Cotton stayed on until at last The Duke, giving Gerald a look of despair, said good night. Cotton left with him, and as soon as the door was shut Harry broke out:
“I’d give a thousand dollars to know where I’ve seen that fellow!” he declared.
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“That’s a lot of money,” yawned Gerald.
“Not if you say it quick. But honest, fellows, that chap bothers me. I know I’ve met him before and talked with him, but I can’t imagine where it could have been. You remember, Gerald, that day at practice I told you he looked familiar? Well, I was right. There’s—there’s some mystery about Cotton.”
“Oh, he probably looks like someone else,” said Gerald soothingly56. “Although, to be strictly truthful57, Harry, I never saw anyone who looked just like him!”
“He knew to-night that I recognized him,” mused58 Harry, “and he wouldn’t look at me once. Well!” He moved toward the door. “I mean to find out. Good night, fellows!”
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