The practice of detailing players or coaches to attend games played by a rival school or college in order to gain information that may aid in defeating such rival is a questionable5 one, in spite of its prevalence, and I have no intention of defending it. At the same time I very much doubt if William Gibson—over at Broadwood they called him Billy—considered that he was doing anything out of the way. I am willing,[151] even eager, to attribute the highest patriotic6 motives7 to Mr. Gibson, up to the time he met Charles Cotton. For what happened subsequently I offer no excuses. Even the most rabid patriotism8 will not explain it.
Gibson had purposely attired9 himself to look as little like a student as possible. That is, he had donned a derby hat instead of the usual cap and a rather dressy light overcoat, hoping perhaps to give the impression of being a young gentleman of mercantile pursuits, say a youthful but promising10 bank clerk or a budding broker11. Unfortunately, Billy’s countenance12 and figure, once seen, were nearly unforgettable. The countenance was heavy and pugnacious13 and the figure broad-shouldered and massive, massive even for his eighteen years. He had never actually attained14 a first choice position on the Broadwood eleven, but he was a good player and an excellent substitute guard, and he had more than once opposed Yardley during his football career. He had taken pains to arrive early at the field and was in his seat before the teams came on the field, and it is probable that his presence would not have been discovered by the enemy had not Davis’s eyes gone roaming over the Forest Hill contingent15 in search of an acquaintance. Gibson saw that he was recognized; the hostile stares of the group[152] below told him that; and he was disappointed. However, there was no help for it, and, as he was there, he might as well remain. Even if Yardley failed to show any new tricks it was still possible to get a line on her formations in attack and defense16 and get a general idea of her ability. When The Duke summoned him to the telephone Gibson had no suspicions. It was quite possible that the Broadwood coach had thought of some feature of Yardley’s playing that he wanted information on. He hesitated for a moment to show himself, thinking that perhaps his presence might be resented. Then, realizing that he had already been recognized and that to disregard the summons would look strange, he answered it. It was only when, cooped up in the telephone booth, he learned from the Greenburg operator that there was no record of any call for him that it began to dawn upon him that he had been made the victim of a hoax17.
Very angrily he slammed up the receiver and pushed at the door. A minute or so later his anger had visibly increased. It was too dark in the booth to examine the latch18 with any hope of discovering the trouble. There was nothing for it but to raise his voice in a demand for release, which he did. Unfortunately, however, it is very[153] doubtful if there was a living soul from one end of Oxford19 Hall to the other. Eventually, perhaps ten minutes after he had unsuspectingly entered the booth, the plan of breaking open the door occurred to him. He tried it. The telephone company, however, had caused that booth to be constructed of exceedingly strong materials, and finally Gibson, very warm and breathless, gave up the attempt. Next he considered breaking the glass. There were several panes20 and he could take his choice. But while he had not hesitated to try to force the lock or wreck21 a panel the idea of breaking glass struck him as peculiarly destructive and he paused to consider. And at about that time it occurred to him that a very simple way of escape confronted him. He snatched down the receiver and explained his predicament to a sympathetic Central.
“I will call up the Office,” said the operator.
But the Office was empty and no one answered her ring. So she tried Clarke Hall and was successful. The telephone in Clarke was in the study of Mr. Collins, the Assistant Principal. Ordinarily Mr. Collins would have been out at this hour of the afternoon, but it so happened that a slight cold had suggested to him the advisability of remaining indoors and taking a nap. The imperative22 ringing of the telephone bell put[154] an end to the nap, and, some five minutes later, having discarded dressing-gown and slippers23 in favor of outer clothing and shoes, Mr. Collins, none too pleased with the necessity, strode down the corridor of Oxford and liberated24 a strange, perspiring25 youth from his cell. Gibson, failing in the dimness of the hall to recognize authority in the slight, medium-sized person before him, immediately gave vent2 to his wrath26.
“Say, what kind of a fool thing is that?” he demanded. “I’ve been suffocating27 in there for twenty minutes!”
Mr. Collins viewed him gravely.
“Wonder you wouldn’t have that latch fixed28! It would have served you right if I’d bust29 the glass out of it!”
“It pains me deeply to learn of your discomfort,” replied the Assistant Principal dryly. “Perhaps if you had telephoned to Central at once you’d have been released sooner. May I ask who you are and how you happen to have been using the booth?”
Gibson, having now discovered that he was talking to neither a student nor the janitor30, changed his tune31. “My name is Gibson. I—I came to see the football game. A fellow sung out that I was wanted on the telephone and showed me up here. When I asked the operator[155] she said no one had called me. Then I tried to get out and couldn’t.”
“Hm,” said Mr. Collins. “We have reported the matter to the company and they have agreed to send up and fix that latch. As a matter of fact, I presumed that they had done so. I am very sorry, Gibson. I don’t understand, however, why the messenger should have deceived you. Some mistake, doubtless.”
“He—he did it on purpose,” blurted32 Gibson, still too angry to be discreet33. Mr. Collins looked surprised. They had reached the steps and now the Assistant Principal viewed the boy thoughtfully.
“Why?” he asked.
“I—I don’t know,” muttered Gibson. “It doesn’t matter, though. I—I’ll be going. Thank you, sir.”
“One moment, please. You live in Greenburg?”
Gibson hesitated. Then, “No, sir, I—I’m at Broadwood. I just came over to see the game.”
“Really?” Mr. Collins raised his brows. “Your Broadwood team doesn’t play to-day, then?”
“Yes, sir, they play Nordham.”
“At home?”
“Yes, sir.”
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“You, however, preferred to see this game, eh? I see. Now this boy who brought you up here, Gibson; what was he like?”
Gibson, rather uncomfortable under the other’s sarcastic34 gaze, thought a moment and at last gave a very excellent description of The Duke. Mr. Collins nodded again. Then he smiled. It was a fleeting35 smile, but Gibson saw it.
“He knew I’d get locked up in there,” he declared aggrievedly. “He closed the door after me himself!”
“I find no difficulty in crediting that, Gibson,” replied Mr. Collins gravely. “I think I know the young gentleman and I’ll have something to say to him. Good-day, Gibson. I regret exceedingly that you have missed seeing so much of the game. Perhaps, however, it is not yet entirely36 over.”
But whether it was or wasn’t Gibson had no idea of returning to the field. He remained on the steps a moment, watching Mr. Collins out of sight around the corner of the old stone building, and then, thrusting his hands into his pockets, set off with a frown down the drive. He had almost reached the entrance gate at the foot of The Prospect37 when he saw a boy walking rapidly toward him from the direction of the village. Gibson wasn’t at all interested in the other pedestrian and gave him no more than a thought. But[157] when they drew abreast38 he glanced up casually39. Recognition was mutual40.
“Hello, Cotton, what the dickens are you doing here?”
“Hello, Gibson! What are you doing here?”
“Me? Just came over to see the game. Say, you aren’t at school here, are you?”
Cotton nodded. “Yes, I entered this Fall. I don’t like it, though.”
Gibson grinned none too kindly41. “You don’t like it anywhere very long, do you? I thought someone said you were at school somewhere down South.”
“I was last year. But I’d rather be up North.”
“Gee, did they fire you, too?” laughed Gibson.
Cotton colored. “No,” he answered shortly, “I didn’t like it. So I didn’t go back.”
“They didn’t like you, you mean! How you getting on here?”
“All right,” replied Cotton, ignoring the statement in favor of the question. “It’s a punk school, though. Not half as good as Broadwood.”
“Wonder you didn’t behave yourself when you were with us, then,” said Gibson. “You’re a bit of a mutt, Cotton, I guess. Well, I must be getting on. How far is it to Greenburg?”
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“Oh, twenty minutes, maybe. Is the game over?”
“No, judging by the sounds it isn’t. I’ve had enough of it, though. You’ve got a rotten team here this year, Cotton.”
“You bet we have!” assented42 the other eagerly. “That’s what I tell them. You’ll lick the stuffing out of them, Gibson. Are you on the team this year?”
“Me? Not exactly. I’m running Browne pretty hard, though. I may get on next week. Why aren’t you at the game?”
“I had to get a letter off on the three o’clock mail and the only way to do it was to take it to Greenburg. They only have two collections a day up here. It’s a rotten place. I wanted to see the game, too. That’s why I was hurrying back.”
“Well, don’t let me keep you.”
“Oh, that’s all right. They’ll get licked, anyway.”
Gibson, who had turned to go on, paused and observed Cotton attentively43, speculatively44. “You don’t seem to love your team, Cotton,” he suggested.
“Oh, they’re a great bunch of snobs,” replied Cotton bitterly. “If you haven’t got some sort of a drag you can’t get any show. It’s that way[159] with everything here. Now, at Broadwood——”
“Your admiration45 for your dear old alma mater is touching,” sneered46 Gibson. “I suppose you tried for the team and got chucked, eh?”
“I didn’t have any pull. They don’t care how well you play. If you don’t know the fellows——”
“Hm,” said Gibson thoughtfully. “Well, say, if you aren’t crazy to see the end of the game, Cotton, why don’t you turn around and walk back to Greenburg with me? I’ll treat to a soda47, if you like, and we’ll have a chin.”
“Sure! I don’t care about the game. It must be almost over now, anyway. But what were you doing over here, Gibson?” Cotton frowned his perplexity.
“By Jove!” Cotton smiled delightedly. “That’s your game, eh? Did you get anything?”
“Think I’d tell you if I did?” laughed Gibson, taking the other boy’s arm.
“Oh, shucks!” said Cotton. “You can trust me, old man; you know that.”
“Well, come along and I’ll tell you about it.”
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