No wonder the boys uttered exclamations2 of surprise and astonishment3 as they stood in front of the bulletin board, for by the record there it was seen that every team in the Trolley4 League was tied. The four clubs had played forty games each, and all had won twenty and lost twenty.
“Now for the race to the finish!” exclaimed Merriwell. “It will be good and hot!”
No wonder the Fairhaven crowd was enthusiastic and delighted.
Bart Hodge was the hero of the day. Still wearing his ragged5 clothes, he marched at Dick’s side with the ball players, his dark eyes gleaming and a smile on his face.
“Frank will enjoy the letter I’ll write him,” he declared. “I’ll tell him how his plan worked. I didn’t think I could fool you, Dick. It wasn’t so difficult last night, for we met in the dark and you could not get a good look at me. To-day you were somewhat excited and wrought6 up over the game, which kept you from inspecting me closely.”
“I thought you acted mighty7 queer,” laughed Dick. “You kept that old hat on all the time and had it pulled down over your eyes. Besides that, you seemed disinclined to talk with me after we agreed on the signals we would use. Whenever I spoke8 you turned your head away and did not answer. Besides, I never dreamed of seeing Bart Hodge in rags and with his face and hands dirt-begrimed.”
“It’s good, clean dirt, Dick,” retorted Hodge. “Still I confess I’m rather anxious to wash it off now. Hear that big chap whoop9! He nearly broke his neck by falling off the bleachers when you struck out the last Rockford batter10.”
“That’s McLane,” said Dick. “He’s one of our most enthusiastic supporters.”
The big lobsterman was marching down the street, waving his hat in the air and occasionally letting out a yell that sounded like a steam calliope.
In the island crowd was Grace Garrett. Without attracting the attention of his companions, Earl Gardner dropped back and walked at Grace’s side.
“Oh, I’m so glad you won the game to-day, Earl!” she exclaimed, placing her hand on his arm.
“I didn’t win it,” he laughed. “Dick and Bart Hodge deserve all the credit.”
“Not all the credit,” she denied. “But who is this Bart Hodge? Is he really a tramp?”
“Hardly that!” smiled Gardner. “He’s a chum and comrade of Dick Merriwell’s brother, Frank.”
“Well, how does he happen to be here now?”
“Frank Merriwell sent him. He couldn’t come himself, and so he sent Hodge. It was a mighty lucky thing for us that Hodge turned up just when he did. No other man could have gone behind the bat and handled Dick’s pitching to-day.”
“What was the matter with Brad Buckhart? He actually seemed crazy.”
Earl shook his head.
“That was something mighty queer,” he said. “Buckhart was ill—he’s ill now, and he has two bad-looking eyes. That ball struck him between the eyes, and they are nearly closed up.”
“It was dreadful!” said Grace. “It frightened all the girls. I thought he was killed.”
“It takes something harder than a baseball to kill that Texan,” declared Gardner. “Dick tried to induce him to go to a doctor, but he remained through the game and kept a wet handkerchief over his bruise11.”
With a handkerchief tied round his head, Buckhart was plodding12 along at the rear of the ball players. The Western lad was doing some thinking now. Gradually his head seemed getting clearer, and he was trying to devise some explanation for his own remarkable13 actions on the ball field. He remembered very well the singular feeling of lassitude and weakness that came upon him a short time after eating dinner at the Corndike Hotel that day. Over and over to himself Buckhart put this question:
“What did I eat that knocked me out?”
As the ball players were passing the Corndike, Uriah Blackington hurried out of the hotel, and called to Ray Garrett.
“Come here a moment, Garrett,” he urged. “Bring Merriwell with you.”
Ray and Dick joined the Rockford manager.
“I’ve just received a telephone message from Hammerswell and Whitcomb,” said Blackington. “They urged me to call a meeting right away for the purpose of making certain changes in the schedule.”
“Why should there be any changes made?” asked Garrett. “Isn’t the schedule satisfactory to Rockford?”
“Not exactly,” answered Blackington. “We wish to make one or two changes ourselves.”
“Ten to one,” cut in Dick, “this is some sort of a trick on the part of Hammerswell. Don’t help him out in his schemes, Mr. Blackington.”
In a frank manner the Rockford man placed a hand on Dick’s shoulder.
“Don’t you worry about that, my boy,” he said. “I have no particular use for Benton Hammerswell. Still, as two of the managers in the league have called for this meeting, one must be held. They demand it at once, saying they will be here within an hour and ready to transact14 business. Mr. Garrett can stop off and attend the meeting, while the rest of you may return to the island.”
“If I stop,” said Ray, “I want you to remain with me, Dick. I may need your advice. We’ll not go back to Fairhaven on the Lady May to-night, for, according to our agreement with the captain, that boat leaves here as soon as possible after the game.”
“Wait a minute,” said Merriwell. “Perhaps Captain Jennings might be induced to wait a while if we pay him. There’ll be a moon to-night, and there are no signs of fog.”
“The excursionists might object.”
“Let’s go down to the boat and talk it over.”
As they started off, Blackington called to them:
“Under any circumstances one of you must stay if you wish to have a finger in the alteration15 of the schedule.”
When the Lady May was reached Garrett gathered the excursionists and told them it was necessary for Dick and himself to remain in Rockford two hours at least.
“If you people say so,” said Ray, “the Lady May will swing off at once with you; but if you’re in no haste we’ll see if the captain can be induced to wait for us.”
“Oh, say!” cried Brick McLane, “we want to take everybody back with us. There’ll be a warm time on the island when we git there.”
“That’s right! that’s right!” cried several of the others. “If the captain will wait we’ll wait.”
There was not a dissenting16 voice, and therefore Ray and Dick talked with Captain Jennings at once. He agreed to wait until nine o’clock if they desired, in case he received ten dollars extra for the delay. This amount was promised him and the excursionists were notified.
“I’m glad of that,” said Hodge. “It will give me a chance to change my clothes and cross to the island with you. I had my luggage forwarded to the Corndike, and it’s there now, I suppose.”
The baggage belonging to the ball players had been sent from the hotel to the steamer, and the boys were now given an opportunity to change their clothes in the cabin. As they were making this change it was discovered that Buckhart was not with them.
Immediately Dick became alarmed.
“Where is that fellow?” he exclaimed. “Has any one seen him?”
Some remembered Brad had marched down the street with them, but still he could not be found on the steamer.
“First thing,” said Dick, as he hurriedly finished dressing17, “is to look him up. What the dickens can be the matter with him?”
While Dick and Ray were talking with Blackington, Buckhart had walked into the Corndike quite unobserved and taken a seat in the office near an open window at the front of the hotel. He was still puzzling over his own condition and seemed quite unaware18 that his friends and the excursionists proceeded to the steamer without noticing he was missing.
For at least thirty minutes the Texan sat in a big chair by the open window. Finally he shook himself a little and started to get up. As he did so he glanced through the window and saw Tom Fernald standing just outside. The look on Fernald’s face was one of bitter disappointment.
“He’s some sore,” thought Brad. “I opine he lost a dollar or two to-day.”
A slender young chap approached Fernald and spoke to him. This slender fellow the Texan recognized as Pete Knox, head waiter at the Corndike.
“I need that money now,” said Knox, in a low tone, “and I need it mighty bad, too.”
Fernald frowned.
“You’ll have to wait,” he retorted. “I can’t pay you.”
“But you promised it to me right after the game. I’ve been discharged here.”
“Discharged?”
“Yes.”
“Why? How’s that?”
“I don’t know. I was fired this afternoon, and I’m out of a job. Haven’t a dollar, either. So you see the twenty-five you agreed to pay me will come in handy.”
“You’re no worse off than I am,” said Fernald. “I am broke. Lost my good money on this beastly ball game.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” said Knox. “I thought you were sure of winning if you could get that stuff into the Fairhaven catcher.”
Buckhart grasped the arms of his chair and every muscle grew tense.
“I should have won,” growled19 Fernald. “That ragged bummer upset my calculations. He’s as good a catcher as Buckhart—or better.”
“You can’t blame me if your game miscarried,” said Knox. “I followed directions, and I saw Buckhart drink the water, which I brought him myself. I want my money now. I can’t help how much you lost, you’ll settle with me.”
“And you’ll both settle with me!” roared the Texan, as he leaped like a panther through the open window and lighted on the sidewalk outside.
“Here’s one for you!”
Saying which he struck Knox a blow that sent the fellow spinning, wheeling instantly on Fernald, who seemed electrified20 by the occurrence.
Fernald was not exactly a weak man, but his astonishment prevented him from meeting the assault of the enraged22 boy. Brad’s hard fist landed on the man’s chin and sent him backward a step. The Texan would have followed up this blow with another, but at that juncture23 Dick and Ray Garrett came round the corner, having returned from the steamer. Merriwell seized his excited friend by the wrist and held him, while Garrett promptly24 stepped between the man and boy.
“Let go, pard—let go!” grated the Texan. “Let me smash that cur!”
“Where are the police?” exclaimed Fernald. “I’ll have him arrested!”
“I know what ailed26 me to-day!” panted the Fairhaven catcher. “I was drugged! This low-down coyote paid the waiter here to get the stuff into me! Stand back, pard, and let me square up the score!”
It required all of Merriwell’s strength to hold the furious lad back.
“How do you know this, Brad?” demanded Dick.
“Just heard them talking right here by this window.”
“That’s a lie!” asserted Fernald. “Where’s Knox? He’ll say it’s a lie!”
But the fellow who had been knocked down by Buckhart was not to be found. He had picked himself up and hurried away as he saw the people gather in front of the hotel.
Finding Knox had fled, Fernald became still more bold.
“Somebody call the police,” he said. “We’ll have this crazy chap locked up.”
“All right,” nodded Dick, “go ahead and call your policemen.”
Then he turned to the crowd that had gathered.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “some of you were present at the ball game to-day, I fancy. You must remember the singular behavior of our catcher here. He complained of feeling wrong directly after dinner. Yesterday Tom Fernald tried to bribe29 him—tried to induce him to throw the game to-day. Deny it if you want to, Mr. Fernald; we have proof of it. Buckhart induced Fernald to make the offer in a room of this hotel, and several of us heard all the talk. If you doubt my word, ask Uriah Blackington; I fancy you won’t doubt him. He was present and heard it all. That’s why Fernald was compelled to resign as manager of your team. Evidently he has been looking for revenge. It’s my belief that no man who makes a living as a professional gambler can be on the square. I doubted the squareness of Fernald from the first. He has been proved a crook30. I mean it, Fernald—you’re a crook!”
“You will find I have some friends in this town,” he declared. “You think yourself very smart, young chap, but in time you will get what’s coming to you.”
This speech was promptly hissed by some one in the crowd, and as if that hiss27 was a signal, a storm of hisses33 followed it.
“You go to blazes, the whole of you!” he exclaimed.
Then he turned and walked away, paying no attention to the scornful remarks of the crowd.
“Let him go, Brad,” urged Dick, restraining the Texan. “It’s my opinion he lost enough money to-day to punish him for his dirty work.”
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