“Lecture on history by Frank Merriwell, senior,” laughed Chip. His father smiled as he watched the lights of the train flashing up the valley.
“It’s a fact,” he went on, turning to Chip and Billy McQuade and Clancy, who had accompanied him to the train. “I’m not preaching, and you know it.”
“But Davy Crockett died in the Alamo,” interjected Clancy doubtfully.
“Sure,” flashed back Frank Merriwell, senior. “That’s why he won, that’s why he’ll live forever, Clancy. He knew he was right—get that? Defeat is no sign of failure, not a bit of it. This Colonel Carson, of Carsonville, has been winning consistently until you fellows turned the trick on him. Now he’s started in to reap the whirlwind.”
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“He reaped it, all right, when Chip pitched to-day,” said Billy Mac. “He reaped a few double shoots he didn’t expect—or, rather, the Clippers did.”
“You’ve got the idea,” said Merriwell, as the train pulled in. “Well, so long for the present, everybody. Good luck to you on Monday, Frank! I’ll try to run down from Bloomfield to see that game, but I can’t promise. I’ve got some important affairs on with Dick—you’ll learn about them later.”
He handed his grip to the porter and sprang up the steps. The eleven-o’clock express was already late, and there was only time for a last wave of the hand before the train began to move, then drew away into the night.
“I wish you fellows wouldn’t go to the hotel,” said Billy, as the three friends started toward town. “We’ve all kinds of room at home.”
Chip flung his arm over the other’s shoulder, smiling.
“Cheer up, Billy! Clan1 and I haven’t had much chance to get together since he came home from the West, you know. We’ll have an old-time gabfest, and will get acquainted again before we come up to the house to-morrow. By gracious, these streets are dark!”
“I’m sorry now we didn’t come down in the Hornet,” said Clancy regretfully. “We could have piled into her somehow.”
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Late Saturday night in Carsonville was, indeed, a dark time, especially for the Carsonville Clippers!
Quite naturally, Colonel Carson and his son had not taken their beating with a good grace. Bully2 Carson was an excellent pitcher3, but so far did Chip outclass him, that he and his father were furious over the disgrace of being beaten by a pick-up nine from their own home town.
No sooner was the game over, than they put their heads together in order to concoct4 a plan which would assist them both in humiliating the Merriwells and in winning a few side bets upon the Franklin game. Colonel Carson was fond of gambling5, but he usually liked to know beforehand which way the game was going to come out.
As a result of their conference, the astute6 colonel hurriedly caught the late afternoon train for Fardale, determined7 to gain revenge on Chip and his father, and recoup his losses at the same time.
He needed only a lever in order to get his machinations into working order, and this lever he found in the person of Bob Randall. Having discovered that his nephew was not cut on his own pattern and merely disliked Chip Merriwell with an open and manly8 fervor9, he had changed his tactics. Obtaining the information he was after, he caught the late train back to Carsonville,[142] passing that which bore Frank Merriwell, senior, on the way. Things were shaping themselves very nicely, indeed, he reflected.
Meantime, Bully Carson had been busy trying to obtain his own revenge. During the evening his team met at the town pool room, which they frequented the greater part of the time, and Bully set to work.
Squint10 Fletcher, his catcher, could barely walk. Bully passed him up with a scowl11, and turned to the rest of the assembled Clippers.
“We hadn’t ought to let them fellers get away with it,” he declared cunningly. “They put the spurs to us right, then they beat up Squint here.”
This criticism was quite true. But Bully Carson was loath13 to admit it, so he merely frowned the more.
“If we’d had a little decent support from you guys,” he snapped, “I wouldn’t have gone up. How can a pitcher do anything when he don’t get any support?”
“How can he get support when his balls get knocked a mile outside the grounds?” snapped back Ironton.
A general grin went up at Carson’s expense. It was quite true that when he had started to[143] lose his head, Chip’s men had fallen on him and pounded the ball unmercifully, and Bully knew it.
“Well,” he insisted surlily, “we oughtn’t to let ’em get away with it, just the same. They’d ought to go back home so’s they’d know what they’d been up against.”
A general mutter of assent14 went up. On this point, at least, it was evident that the Clippers thoroughly15 agreed with their captain.
“Well, what’s the process?” inquired Murray, the second baseman.
Bully gathered them around him, with a wary16 glance at the other occupants of the pool room. He lit a cigarette, got it drooping17 in approved fashion from one corner of his mouth, then explained himself.
“I happen to know that Merriwell’s old man is goin’ off by the express. I heard ’em say somethin’ about it. More’n likely, the kid and that carrot top who played first will come down to see the old man off. It’s gettin’ along toward train time, and if we went down we’d be liable to meet them two comin’ back. If the whole crowd’s with ’em, so much the better.”
“Count me out,” growled Squint Fletcher. “I got both eyes shut.”
“It ain’t so bad, Bully,” said Ironton. “We can beat ’em up proper, eh? Guess there’s enough of us without Squint.”
Bully Carson’s proposal was accepted without[144] any great enthusiasm, but it was decided18 that Merriwell and his friends needed a lesson, consequently they must be given it without delay.
So, after rolling fresh cigarettes, the party decamped toward the railroad station. There were six of them, all told, for two had remained to help Squint Fletcher home, but it was conceded that six Clippers would be enough to handle Merriwell and as many of his “gang” as might be with him.
While nearing the station, which was situated19 at some little distance from the center of town, the train was heard pulling out. Ironton had hastened ahead, and a moment later he returned with word that Merriwell and two others were coming. The Clippers hastily disposed themselves in a dark doorway20.
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