“I sympathize very deeply with both Billy and his mother, Frank, and I would be glad to have you read this to Billy, and assure him of my best regards and wishes. As to lending you the money, however, I do not think that this would be wise, for several reasons.
“The first and most important is that it seems to me to be a poor way in which to checkmate a scoundrel like this Colonel Carson. I have made inquiries1 about him, and find that he had a reputation as a plunger on ball games, and is wrapped up in the success of his own team.
“I think you have done well in raising a team to defeat the Clippers, as intimated in your wire to Clancy. I was going to suggest that very thing. If you and Billy can beat his club, it would be an ideal way in which to punish him. I only wish that more of the Fardale boys were here, so that they could come down and help, but vacation has scattered3 them.”
“That’s all very well,” interrupted Billy mournfully, “but licking the Clippers isn’t going to save this house for mother, Chip. I wish—I wish we’d taken a chance on it, and taken up that bet he offered!”
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“No, you don’t,” exclaimed Merriwell. “Hold on, Billy. I haven’t finished yet.”
“Go ahead and whip Carson’s team, Frank. You and Billy and Clancy can do it if you try, and remember that I’ve every faith in all of you. Do it, and I will see that Billy and his mother do not lose the roof over their heads.
Your loving father,
Frank Merriwell, Senior.”
Merry looked up to meet his friend’s startled gaze.
“What does he mean by that, Chip?”
“Search me,” said Merry, as he stowed away the letter. “But you can be sure that father means something, all right.”
“I guess he does,” rejoined Billy, new hope dawning in his eyes. “My eyes! It’s a promise, Chip! I’ll bet he means that if we beat the Clippers he’ll lend you the coin!”
“No,” and young Merriwell shook his head decidedly. “He doesn’t think it a good plan, old man, and that ends it. Father doesn’t have to say a thing twice. Yes, it’s a promise, I imagine. I’ve no idea what he means by it, of course, but he has some kind of plan up his sleeve. You quit worrying.”
“I’ll try,” said Billy, with a sigh. “But I wish he’d said something a little more definite than that.”
“So do I, Billy,” confessed Merry. “He didn’t, so there’s no use wondering. I’m not going to[69] say anything to Clan2 about this business, so now let’s go around to Jim’s house with him, then we’ll get out to the ball field again.”
Merriwell decided4 that the McQuades’ trouble was a personal affair. He had entered into it largely through accident, and he did not consider it a matter to share even with Clancy. So all three of the friends piled into the Hornet, Billy standing5 on the running board, and they made a triumphal progress to the Spaulding residence.
Despite his unbounded confidence in his father, Chip could not help feeling disappointed over that letter. However, the definite promise at the end served to relieve his anxiety, to some extent, but he could see no light upon the subject. How could his father prevent Colonel Carson from carrying out his threats?
As he obtained no answer to this mental query6, Merriwell tried to forget the whole thing, and trust that his father knew best. But it was no easy matter.
That afternoon they met the other Clippings on the village green, going from there to their practice ground. Chub Newton had been given a vacation until Saturday night, and his employer had promised that if the Clippers were beaten, Chub would get full pay.
In fact, the entire town was already plunged7 into excitement over the sudden contest. Public disapproval8 of Bully9 Carson had long simmered[70] beneath the surface, kept under cover by the influence and general fear of Colonel Carson.
It was not yet daring enough to show itself openly, but it peeped forth10 in minor11 ways. Every one knew that Billy McQuade, prompted by his guest from Fardale, Chip Merriwell, had dared to defy Colonel Carson. Also, that half a dozen of the town’s best local baseball talent had joined the two friends.
Consequently, the grocer’s son, who was taking Chub Newton’s place behind the counter temporarily, ran out with a bag of apples and deposited them mysteriously on the ground by the astonished Clippings. A little later, as they passed the one ice-cream parlor12 in the place, the proprietor13 appeared suddenly and thrust a paper bucket of ice cream into Spaulding’s hand, then vanished without a word.
By such tokens as these, Frank and his friends soon discovered that they were not without secret good wishers, though none of the latter dared come into the open.
“Talk about a scared town!” laughed Clancy, munching14 an apple vigorously. “Looks like your friend Carson had this place buffaloed for sure, Chip!”
“Well, there’s good reason for it,” explained Spaulding. “The colonel owns the bank here, and pretty near half the farms and orchards15 around. If he said to smash a merchant, that[71] merchant would be apt to smash. I know, because he’s done it before this, and he’d do it again.”
“It’s a pretty poor kind of influence to hold over people,” declared Frank. “I’d hate to walk down the street and know that nine out of ten people hated me in their hearts.”
“The colonel doesn’t know it. He’s got too much vanity. And he wouldn’t care very much if he did realize it, I guess.”
“Somebody ought to l-l-lam him good,” piped Chub. “I’d l-l-like to see him run out of town!”
“Don’t forget your promise,” said Frank, in a low voice.
“See here, Dan, I don’t want to have any of that work——”
“I ain’t goin’ to start anythin’, I said,” broke in the lanky20 youth doggedly21. “And I won’t. But I ain’t goin’ to let trouble hit me over the ear, you bet. I’ll be jest as meek22 as a lamb until they try dirty work on me, only I want to be ready.”
Frank nodded. After all, he did not greatly blame McCarthy for distrusting the caliber23 of Squint24 Fletcher, or, for that matter, the rest of the Carsonville club. He did not believe in fighting[72] fire with fire, but he saw that it would be useless to try argument with Dan McCarthy.
So he let the matter drop, confident that the lanky third baseman would not be the first to start any “dirty work.” The general sentiment of the Clippings was that the Clippers would not stop at anything to win, but that the umpiring would be fair.
“I want you to help me out, Clan,” said Frank, as he walked along beside his old chum. “These chaps are just aching for a good chance to start a scrap25 with the other team. They’ve all promised me that they’d go slow during the game, but I want you to get after ’em during practice.”
“In what way, Chip?”
“By showing them how necessary it is that they keep their heads. That’s our only hope. If our boys get rattled26, the Clippers will walk away with us. Impress on them, Clan, that, no matter what provocation27 they get, they have to keep quiet while the game is on. What happens later doesn’t concern me.”
Clancy grinned. “All right. Count on me, Chip.”
Upon reaching the practice grounds, Merry at once sent the men to their positions. He took the bat, and for half an hour gave the entire team a driving practice work-out. The new white balls seemed, oddly enough, to put new heart into his team.
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It showed them that Frank and Clancy meant business. It was a little thing, but it is just such little things that count tremendously. The red-haired chap covered first like a demon28, scooping29 up everything that came his way. His example fired the others.
As Billy had foretold30, the Clippings seemed like a different set of players. They went after the ball with a vim31. Spaulding, Chub, and McCarthy tackled anything, and managed to smother32 the stiffest ones Frank drove at them.
In the outfield, the marvelous fielding of Nippen astonished Merriwell. The gigantic, overgrown fruit picker, in his lumbering33 fashion, fairly ate up the ground. When he went after a high one, he seemed never to know where it would fall, but when it came down, it invariably plunked into his mitt34. He had no science, but he seemed to have luck.
“How do they strike you?” inquired Merry, as he and Clan conferred during a brief rest.
“Pretty promising35 bunch, Chip. But when they get up against those Clippers, it’ll be a whole lot different. Those fellows can do in their sleep what this crowd has to break their necks over.”
“That’s true, but, just the same, they’ll improve a lot by Saturday.”
Clancy shook his head doubtfully. It was clear that he was not greatly impressed by the Clippings.
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The batting practice that followed served to back up Clancy’s opinions. Calling in the outfielders, Frank kept putting over nothing but outs and ins and straight fast ones, yet the batters36 could not seem to connect.
His coaching helped them a good deal, but nothing wonderful resulted. Nippen seemed to have spent all his energy on the one ball he had struck that morning. Chub Newton could hit nothing. Henderson was afraid to stand up to the plate, and Billy McQuade seemed to have lost his batting eye.
McCarthy, however, fell on the ball, and pounded it viciously until Frank served him up slow floaters, when he failed lamentably37. Then Merry put Billy through his paces as backstop, using everything from the double shoot to the jump ball; and the work-out was over.
“It’s a bum38 lookout,” observed Billy, when they were walking together past the orchard16 to the house. “We did pretty rotten at bat to-day.”
“Oh, not so bad,” said Frank encouragingly. “We’ll all be nerved up more on Saturday, for one thing. Then remember, Bill, it isn’t the sluggers who win.”
“That’s right, Chip. Do you honestly think we’ve got a show?”
“I do,” replied Frank earnestly. “Our fellows are fine on base-throwing, and when they get to work on a decent diamond, the results will be[75] astonishing. I really think we’ve an excellent chance, old man.”
“Then that takes a load off my mind,” said Billy, with a sigh. “I thought you’d be pretty disgusted with us.”
Frank smiled and patted him on the back cheeringly. But in his heart he felt that, while the Clippings might have a chance, it was a terribly slim one.
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