“And the rest of the paper all advertising2, I suppose,” said Tom, who was stretched out along the window seat, with one foot on the sill.
“Pretty near. Here’s a highly-colored account of the Track Meet, with a whole lot of slush about you, and an editorial about the circus.”
“An editorial about the circus?” asked Dan in surprise. “What’s that for?”
“Oh, that’s a regular feature at this time of[202] the year. I think they keep it set up and run it every Spring. About four years ago, I guess, anyway, before I got here, the fellows went to the circus over in Greenburg, and rough-housed the show so that they had to clear the tent. Faculty3 didn’t approve and for a couple of years we weren’t allowed to go to circuses.”
“Is the circus coming here?” asked Gerald.
“Yep, two weeks from Friday. Going?”
“You bet!” replied Gerald. “I love circuses, don’t you?”
“Crazy about them,” answered Alf cheerfully. “We’ll all go and feed peanuts to the elephant.”
“I’d rather eat them,” murmured Tom.
“The elephants?” asked Dan.
“Oh, no,” said Alf quickly, “that would be cannibalism4!”
But Tom paid no heed5 to the insult. He was smiling broadly at his thoughts. “Say, Alf,” he asked, “do you remember that write-up of the Bridgeport football game? Talking about the Scholiast and the games in detail reminded me of it.”
“Do I!” asked Alf, laughing. “I’ll never forget it.” He turned to Dan and Gerald. “It was my first year here. There was a chap named Bridges, a Second Class fellow, who got on the Scholiast as reported. He was a queer duck, was[203] Bridges. The editor then was Ames Bradley, and Brad and I had known each other at prep. Well, one day we played Bridgeport, and Brad thought it would be a good chance for Bridges to show what he could do. So he told him to go and write up the game, and be sure to give all the details. Well, I wish you could have seen the report he handed in! It was the funniest thing you ever—Say, I wonder if I ever threw that away, Tom. I begged Brad for it, and he gave it to me, and I had it kicking around my desk for a long time. I’ll look and see if it’s there.”
Alf rummaged6 through several drawers and finally found what he was after, half a dozen pages of foolscap pinned together at the corner. Alf gave a chuckle7 and settled himself in his chair again.
“Here it is. Let me read some of it to you. It turned out afterwards, by the way, that Bridges had never watched a game of football through in his life and didn’t know anything about it. Now, let’s see.”
“‘Yardley vs. Bridgeport. On Tuesday last our football players played a game on the School gridiron against the players of Bridgeport and won. The weather was inclement8 and threatened to snow as the two bands of determined9 players took up their several positions about the field of[204] play. It was a battle royal from first to last and our players deserve great credit for the manner in which they outplayed the Bridgeport players. The audience—’ Hum, never mind that. Here we are. Now listen to this and bust10 into tears! ‘The details of the game follow. At the commencement a Bridgeport player placed the ball in the middle of the field and retiring for a few yards ran forward and kicked the ball toward our players. One of the latter nimbly caught the ball and proceeded to run with it toward the goal. At this point it was evidenced that the Bridgeport players were determined to stop at nothing in order to win, for almost half of them threw themselves against our player and bore him to earth with a shock that could be plainly heard on the stands. Luckily, however, the plucky11 Yardley man was not injured and was soon on his feet again. The Bridgeport players had by this time clustered so closely about him that he saw that further running was impossible. So he yielded the ball to another of his side and the opposing players drew up into what is called a scrimmage. The ball was placed on the ground and one of our players, uttering signals designed to confuse the enemy, thrust the ball into the hands of one of our best players, who, although small, is very fleet of foot. His name is Worrell,[205] and he is one of our four speedy quarter-backs. Worrell seemed at first in doubt which way to run and by the time he had made up his mind the opposing players had seized him in their arms and borne him to the ground. As the Yardley team had not gained any advantage they were allowed to try again. This time the ball was given to another player whose identity was not clear to the scribe. This player, trusting to force rather than elusiveness12, jumped into the fray13 with the ball in his arms and the rest of our team, quickly grasping the situation, pushed him for quite some distance, the Bridgeport players doing their level best to frustrate14 the endeavor. This maneuver15 succeeded so well that it was tried many more times, the different players of our team taking turns at carrying the ball. When about three-quarters of the field had been so conquered and the goal of our desire was near, the Umpire’s keen vision detected an infringement16 of the rules of play and he took the ball away from our players and handed it to Bridgeport. Some members of the audience expressed displeasure at this seemingly high-handed exercise of authority and hooted17. But the consensus18 of opinion amongst those with whom the scribe discussed the episode is that the Umpire was quite within his rights. The Yardley players bore up[206] bravely in the face of this keen disappointment and stood nobly shoulder to shoulder while Bridgeport strove to take the ball back the way it had come. Time and again—’ Oh, pshaw, that’s enough! But isn’t it great?”
“That was surely going some!” laughed Dan. “I suppose it didn’t get into the paper, did it?”
“Hardly,” answered Alf. “I begged Brad to run it as a joke, but he wouldn’t. That was Bridge’s first and last assignment on the Scholiast.”
“But the funniest part’s to come,” said Tom, sitting up, and Alf nodded gleefully. “After that Bridges was out at every game and the next year he went out for his Class Team and made it as—as ‘one of the four quarter-backs’; only they called him right half!”
“I’ve often wondered what became of him after he left here,” said Alf. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was playing good football somewhere.”
“I suppose the fellows teased him a lot about his story,” said Gerald. But Alf shook his head.
“No, Brad was a mighty19 decent sort. He never told anyone except me and I never showed that around much; just to a few fellows who promised to keep it dark.”
“He wasn’t a bad sort, Bridges,” said Tom lazily. “Someone tell me the time.” And when[207] Gerald had obeyed, “Gosh!” cried Tom. “I’ve got a recitation in one minute and a quarter. Where’s my Anabasis? Throw it over, Dan; it’s under your elbow. Anybody coming my way? So long, then.”
“Hold on, you idiot,” said Alf. “I’m coming. See you at practice, Dan.” And he and Tom hurried out and clattered20 down the stairs of Clarke three steps at a time. Dan seized his water pitcher21, leaned out a window, and sprinkled them as they ran by on their way to Oxford22. There were howls from below, and shaken fists, but Dan and Gerald only laughed.
“Got Tom in great shape,” said Dan as he returned the pitcher to its place. “He won’t find his Greek as dry as usual to-day.”
Two days later Yardley played Porter Institute on the diamond and Dan started the game at third base. He and Condit, a Second Class boy, were having a hard fight for the position. Most of the other places on the Varsity were pretty well settled, but third base was a bone of contention23 and the whole school was watching with interest Dan’s struggle to oust24 Condit. Dan himself was not satisfied with the game he was putting up. Somehow, he didn’t seem as sure of himself on third as he did on second, and whenever he found himself there he was handicapped[208] by the ever constant fear that he would fail at some critical moment. And in the Porter game his fear was verified.
It was the sixth inning, the score was five to three in favor of Yardley, and Porter had a man on first and a man on second. Porter was enjoying a batting rally and using Reid rather rudely. There was only one out and a hit meant two runs in all probability. The fourth man up chose a ball to his liking25 and sliced it down the first-base line. Millener, playing off base, made a wild scramble26 for it, but it sped by him, just inside the white mark, and went bounding into right field. The runners sped for home. Lawrence, right-fielder, was not asleep, however, and had raced in as soon as the ball was hit, and now he managed to smother27 it some fifteen yards back of first, recovered quickly, and threw to the plate. Richards, the catcher, got it nicely, but was too late to put out the first runner. Quick as a flash he threw to third. Dan was not napping, but in some unaccountable manner the ball went through him, the man from first raced by and sped home and the score was tied. And Porter had a man on second and only one out.
The expected had happened to Dan and he could guess the delight in the heart of Condit over there on the bench. But he settled down when Alf’s[209] voice reached him encouragingly from left-field:
“Hard luck, Dan! Never mind! Keep after ’em!”
Reid, too, settled down and disposed of the next two batters28 and the teams changed places. Dan walked back to the bench with a grave face. But no one, not even Payson, the coach, made any allusion29 to his mishap30, and, much to his surprise, he was allowed to finish the game at third. Yardley took the lead again in the eighth, was tied in the ninth, and lost the game finally in the eleventh inning, 8 to 7.
That game decided31 the contest for third-base. Condit stepped into first place again and Dan had to be satisfied with a seat on the bench with the other substitutes. He was keenly disappointed and rather inclined to wish that he had been content with a place in the outfield, where, at least, he would have been a regular instead of a mere32 sub. But Alf insisted that there was still a chance.
“Condit isn’t any great shakes,” he declared. “The same thing’s likely to happen to him any day. Just you keep on edge and make the most of your opportunities and it’s a safe bet you’ll play as much of the Broadwood game as he does. And another thing, Dan; do your level best at the bat. If you can show yourself a little better there than[210] he is it may decide Payson in your favor. Why, he knows that accidents are likely to happen to the best fellows. Just you peg33 away at it, old chap!”
So Dan pegged34 away and worked hard at the batting net and made the most of his chances in the practice games. And all the time he was watching Condit as a cat watches a mouse, hoping uncharitably enough that that youth would make a costly35 fumble36 or go stale. But Condit kept himself up to the mark and June wore along and the baseball schedule was nearing its end.
In the first week of June the Class Championship was decided. There were three consecutive37 afternoons when Yardley flamed forth38 in Class colors and baseball was the sole subject of conversation. On the first day the Fourth and Third Classes clashed on the Varsity diamond and the respective colors, brown and green, waved wildly. The whole school turned out to watch and cheer, the First Class fellows joining forces with the Third, and the Second with the Fourth. Even the Faculty attended, their coats decorated with ribbons of brown and green and blue and red to prove that they were incapable39 of favoritism.
I think that perhaps the scorers worked harder that day than any of the players, for it was a game[211] of runs and errors, and it lasted until the umpire, Captain Millener of the Varsity, was forced to call it at the end of the eighth inning. Gerald played shortstop and did well. To be sure he made two errors, but then almost every other player made as many or more. And there weren’t many who did as well at the bat as he did. He got three hits, one a two-bagger, and scored two of the twelve runs which won the day for his side. Yes, Gerald did bravely, and Dan and Alf and Tom were proud of him, and told him so, and Gerald’s head swam with pride and delight. The final score was 12 to 9, and the Fourth Class marched off the field bearing their warriors40 on high and chanting p?ans of victory.
The next day the Second Class Nine did what was expected of it and drubbed the First heartily41. That contest didn’t occasion as much enthusiasm as the preceding one or the one which followed. The third day’s game was almost certain to go to the Second Class, but the Fourth Classmen refused to concede it and kept their enthusiasm on tap every instant. Nor, as it turned out, was the Fourth so greatly mistaken in their estimate of their team’s chances. For although the Second finally won by a safe margin42, there were moments when a victory for the wearers of the brown ribbons and the wavers of the brown flags seemed[212] not unlikely. Gerald again covered himself with glory, taking part in a double play that retired43 the opposing side just when it seemed about to run away with the game. And again he batted well, and if he didn’t score any runs himself he helped two others to do so. And although vanquished44 at last, 10 to 6, the Fourth Class went off the field cheering and quite well pleased with itself.
One morning a day or two after the final Class game Gerald met Payson, the coach, on the steps of the gymnasium. Payson nodded, as he always did when he met one of the fellows, whether he knew him personally or not, passed, and then turned back.
“Aren’t you Pennimore?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” answered Gerald.
“You played shortstop for Fourth Class, eh? Well, you’ll make a pretty fair player if you keep on, Pennimore. Next Spring you come and see me and perhaps we’ll find room for you somewhere on the squad45. How old are you now?”
“Fourteen, sir.”
“Hm; well, get some more flesh and muscle, my boy, and you’ll do. By the way, I see that your father has been pretty busy.”
“Sir?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen the morning paper, I guess.”
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“No, sir, I don’t read the papers much.”
“Well, you get to-day’s and you’ll find something that ought to interest you. I’m sure it would me if I were in your place,” laughed Payson. “Don’t forget to report to me next Spring.”
With a smile and a nod he passed on, leaving Gerald consumed with curiosity. He hurried over to Oxford and sought the library, but the morning papers had not yet been placed on file. But there still remained a quarter of an hour before his next recitation, and so he went on down to the station and bought a New York Herald46. A glance at the first page explained Payson’s meaning. One of the columns was headed:
BIG MERGER47 OF
TRANSATLANTIC
STEAMSHIP48 LINES
LARGE INTERESTS IN BRITISH AND FRENCH
COMPANIES NOW CONTROLLED BY
JOHN T. PENNIMORE
BLUE CRESCENT, GLASGOW, AND FRANCO-AMERICAN
LINES TO BE CONSOLIDATED49
WITH STEAMSHIP KING’S
PRESENT HOLDINGS
GERMANY’S SUPREMACY50 IS SERIOUSLY THREATENED
[214]
Then followed a lengthy51 despatch52 from London containing an interview with Mr. Pennimore. But Gerald was disappointed. His father was always doing something of this sort and Gerald didn’t find anything very interesting about it. He read the article through, just as he would have read anything concerning his father, and then thrust the paper into his pocket. The only feature of the despatch that interested him was the announcement that Mr. Pennimore would sail that day from Southampton, a fact which Gerald already knew.
But if the news didn’t excite Gerald, he found that there were others who were not so indifferent. Mr. Collins stopped him in the Yard after dinner and discussed it at some length.
“A wonderful man, your father, Gerald. You must be very proud of him.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Gerald.
“Well, you don’t seem very enthusiastic,” said Mr. Collins with a smile.
“No, sir—that is—well, you see, sir, father’s always doing something of this sort. I guess it’s very clever, sir, but I don’t think I’m proud of him on that account.”
“Then why?” asked the Assistant Principal to draw him out.
“I don’t quite know,” answered Gerald diffidently.[215] “I—I guess because he’s kind and good, sir. You see, he’s a pretty nice father, Mr. Collins.” And Gerald looked up smiling a little and blushing a little. Mr. Collins returned the smile.
“That’s so, Pennimore. And you’re right. It’s the man himself and not his success that one should admire. But big things always enthuse me, and this last achievement of your father’s is a big thing, a great big thing. We little fellows who sit at home and count our fingers have to admire the big men who get out in the world and do things.”
Gerald shook his head soberly.
“I don’t think you’re one of the ‘little fellows,’ sir,” he said. Mr. Collins laughed.
“I’m only a big toad53 in a little puddle54, Pennimore. Your father is a big toad in a big puddle; that’s the difference. Well, and how are you getting on nowadays?”
“Pretty well, sir, thank you,” answered Gerald.
“That’s good. Come and see me if you strike a snag at any time.” And Mr. Collins went on.
The fellows, too, had heard of the Steamship King’s latest exploit and they let Gerald know it. But, whereas four months ago they might have said things that would have hurt Gerald’s feelings, to-day their allusions55 were all good[216] humored. Millener came across Gerald watching baseball practice.
“Say, Pennimore,” he said gravely, “I wish you’d ask your father when you see him if he hasn’t got a steamship he doesn’t need. Just a small one will do, say eight or ten thousand tons.”
And Gerald laughed and promised.
Mr. Pennimore had written Gerald that he would be home nine days after the latter’s receipt of the letter; that he had sent orders for the opening of Sound View for the summer and that Gerald should move over there from the school dormitory as soon as he liked. Gerald was delighted at the prospect56 of seeing his father again, but the permission, which virtually amounted to a suggestion, to change his abode57 from Number 28 Clarke to the big room in the big house overlooking the Sound didn’t please him at all.
“I don’t want to live at home, Dan,” he exclaimed. “Why, that’s no fun at all! I—I want to stay here with you; and the other fellows,” he added as an afterthought.
“Well, you wait until your father comes and tell him about it,” counselled Dan. “It will only be for a couple of weeks, anyway, and I guess he won’t mind that.”
“Anyhow,” declared Gerald anxiously, “I just won’t go!”
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