The players were distinctly disappointed. They had nerved themselves up for a hard afternoon, determined2 to work as they had never worked before, and they hadn’t been given a chance to distinguish themselves! They felt cheated and cast somber3 looks at the coach as they trotted4 off. They had been fully5 prepared, even anxious, to suffer martyrdom, and instead had been treated like so many little kids. It wasn’t fair! They wanted to be raged at, scolded, driven; and here they were trotting6 up the hill to the gymnasium after the easiest sort of practice, as fresh and untired as you please! What sort of a way was[242] this to prepare for the Broadwood game? Didn’t Payson realize that there remained only three days for practice? They talked it over amongst themselves disgustedly and the consensus7 of opinion was that Payson believed them to be stale and was afraid to work them.
“Stale!” exclaimed Alf. “Poppycock! Why, if I felt any better I’d go to work!”
“Well, he will take it out of us to-morrow,” said Danforth hopefully, and every one brightened up. But Danforth was mistaken, for Tuesday’s practice was much like Monday’s. They were kept out a quarter of an hour longer, but Payson still wore the same look of untroubled ease he had worn the day before, and not once did he find fault. Corrections were suggested pleasantly now and then, but no harsh, compelling demands to “Ginger up, now!” or “Get into it! Get into it!” passed the coach’s lips. When he wasn’t batting up, Payson stood, for the most part, in tranquil8 conversation with Andy Ryan, the trainer.
The result was that Captain Millener and the players themselves took affairs into their own hands, and as soon as it became evident that Payson didn’t care whether they worked hard or not, they began to make things hum. While it lasted it was the snappiest practice of the year. When, all too soon, Payson called a halt, the fellows[243] went off secretly exultant9; they had done their work well in spite of Payson!
“I guess we showed him!” whispered little Durfee to Reid, casting a triumphant10 glance at Payson. “We’ll win that game Saturday whether he wants us to or not!”
After the fellows had left the field, Payson and Ryan fell into step and followed them up the path to the gymnasium. There was admiration11 in the trainer’s tone as he turned to the coach with:
“Well, sir, it worked like you said it would! I’d never have believed it!” Payson nodded.
“Yes,” he replied, “they think they’re getting the best of me, and they’re tickled12 to death.” He smiled. “I’ll have to give them a little stiffer practice to-morrow, or they’ll mob me!”
But there was one player who, even though he was only a substitute, wasn’t fooled. That was Dan. He and Alf talked it over in the latter’s room that evening, while Tom and Gerald played chess.
“Don’t you fool yourself,” said Dan. “Payson knows what he’s doing, Alf. This afternoon when Millener was ragging Smith for not running in with the ball after catching13 a fly, I saw Payson grinning away like anything. He thought no one was looking. But I was. He just made up his[244] mind that if he let you fellows alone for a few days you’d get mad and play the game just to spite him! And you’re doing it, too!”
“‘Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings,’” murmured Alf. “Well, maybe you’re right, O Solomon the Great. I believe you are. For it isn’t like Payson to get cold feet; he isn’t a quitter, not by a long shot! Anyhow, it worked. We had the worst case of slump14 I ever did see last Saturday, and now every fellow’s on his toes again, and just aching for work. If we keep it up we’ll give Broadwood the biggest surprise of their lives on Saturday. I wouldn’t be surprised if that licking that Pell School gave us turned out to be a very fortunate thing. We’re all hot under the collar about it. We want to get back at some one, and Broadwood’s the only victim in sight. Yes, I believe there’ll be a whole lot doing Saturday! Say, that was a dandy two-bagger of yours to-day. Just a nice, clean hit that came when it was needed. Why don’t you do that sort of thing oftener? You’d make the team in a minute, if you did.”
“Oh, I guess it was an accident,” replied Dan. “I’ve about concluded that it’s always an accident when I connect with the ball. I can’t judge ’em for a cent.”
“Well, keep at it. We’ll have you on second[245] next year, all right. How did you get along with exams to-day?”
“Fair, I guess. How about you?” Alf made a face.
“Bad. I couldn’t remember a thing they’d ever taught me in math this morning. Still, I answered five out of nine, and that’s something. Oh, I’ll pass all right, I guess.”
“I did better than that,” laughed Dan, “but I don’t know how many answers were correct. By the way, Gerald, I sat next to your friend Thompson at exams this morning. I think he wanted to ask after your health, only Old Tige kept too close a watch on us.”
Gerald paused in his battle and looked across with a smile.
“If he ever does ask after my health,” he responded, “you just tell him that I’m feeling strong and willing.”
“Good boy!” laughed Alf. “It’s remarkable15, though, isn’t it, the way Gerald’s bloodthirstiness has waned16? A couple of months or so ago he couldn’t wait to engage Thompson in mortal combat. And now that I’ve taught him how to fight he just sits around and plays chess with questionable17 characters.”
“You do love a scrap18, Alf, don’t you?” asked Dan with a smile. Alf nodded.
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“Pretty well, thanks. My trouble is that I can’t find any one to scrap with I can’t lick with both eyes shut.” He looked slyly at Tom. Tom grunted19 without raising his eyes from the chess board.
“Both eyes shut before or after the scrap?” asked Gerald innocently.
“That’ll be about all from you, young Mr. Pennimore,” replied Alf. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought you were going to square yourself with Thompson as soon as you could use your hands a bit. What’s the trouble? Have you two kissed and made up?”
“I just don’t take any notice of him any more,” replied Gerald calmly. “If I quarreled with him now, he’d think it was because he kept me out of Cambridge.”
“I suppose he did do it?” inquired Tom.
“Of course,” Alf answered. “Who else was there? But you’re right, Gerald; you can’t quarrel with him for that.”
“It isn’t absolutely necessary for Gerald to quarrel with Thompson about anything, is it?” asked Dan idly.
“N-no, I suppose not,” Alf laughed. “Only it seems such a waste of—of ability! Here’s Gerald a perfectly20 good boxer21 and nothing doing.”
“I’ve got the punching-bag,” said Gerald.[247] “I’ve been giving that some awful jolts22, Alf.”
“Serves it right. Say, Tom, do you remember the mean trick the fellows put up on Tubby Jones last year? Did Tubby ever tell you about that, Dan? I guess he wouldn’t, though; Tubby never relished23 jokes on himself much.”
“I don’t remember,” said Tom. “Tubby had so many jokes played on him. What was this one, Alf?”
“I was thinking of the time Warren and Hadlock and Dyer and two or three other fellows tied the punching-bag back, and—”
“I remember,” chuckled24 Tom. “It almost killed Tubby, though.”
“He was more scared than hurt,” said Alf.
“What was it?” Dan asked. “What did they do?”
“Took a piece of stout25 cord and tied one end to the punching-bag; hitched26 the other end of the cord to one of the ladders, and pulled the bag back until it was leaning over about like that, at an angle of forty-five degrees. Then Warren told Tubby he’d give him half a dollar if he’d stand still and watch the minute hand of the clock for five minutes. You see, Warren told him he couldn’t stay awake that long.”
“That wasn’t it,” interrupted Tom. “Tubby was always leaning against something when he[248] wasn’t sitting down or lying down, and Warren bet him he couldn’t stand up straight for five minutes. Tubby thought he could, and needed the money.”
“Was that it? Well, anyhow, Tubby took the bet, and Warren and Hadlock and some others went out on the floor and put Tubby in front of the punching-bag, opposite the clock.”
“Gee!” murmured Gerald.
“So Tubby plants himself with his back to the bag, and Hadlock says ‘Go!’ and Tubby watches the clock. ‘One minute,’ says Hadlock. ‘Two minutes.’ And then, ‘Three minutes!’ Poor Tubby’s eyes were watering from watching the minute hand so hard, and he was grinning like a catfish27 at the thought of winning the fifty cents. Then, ‘Four minutes!’ announces Hadlock, and the crowd, which had grown pretty big by this time, begins to cheer. ‘Four and a half!’ says Hadlock, and then Dyer comes down on the cord with his knife—zip!—and Mister Bag shoots out—biff!—and Tubby does a grand tumble. The bag hit him square on the back of the head and he went about five feet through the air before he landed. Luckily they’d spread a couple of mattresses28 in front of him. If they hadn’t, he might have broken his nose, for he came down plumb29 on his face. It was the biggest surprise Tubby[249] ever had, I guess, and he was so scared when they picked him up that he couldn’t speak. After a bit he found his tongue, though, and then the things he said were a plenty. Hadlock tried to soothe30 him down; told him it was a shame he’d lost by half a minute, and if he liked they’d try it again. But Tubby wasn’t enthusiastic.”
“Was he hurt?” asked Gerald anxiously.
“No, not a bit; except that he had a bad headache the rest of the day, I believe. That did Tubby good, though, Tom. He was never nearly so fresh after that.”
“He needed it,” Tom grunted. “He wasn’t so bad when he roomed with you last Fall, Dan, but the year before he was an awful little fat beast. Your move, Gerald.”
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