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Relyea</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: January 31, 2021 [eBook #64435]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIRST BASE FAULKNER ***</div> - - -<div class="figcenter" id="cover"> - <img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="cover" title="cover" /> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="noi halftitle">FIRST BASE FAULKNER</p> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="figcenter" id="i_frontis"> - <img src="images/i_frontis.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <div class="caption"> - <p class="noic"><a href="#Page_327">Sensing a mix-up, Joe held the ball and raced for -second base</a></p> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h1>First Base Faulkner</h1> - -<p class="p2 noic">BY</p> - -<p class="noi author">CHRISTY MATHEWSON</p> - -<p class="p2 noi works">AUTHOR OF</p> - -<p class="noic">CATCHER CRAIG,<br /> -PITCHER POLLOCK, <span class="smcap">Etc.</span></p> - -<p class="p4 noi works">ILLUSTRATED BY</p> - -<p class="noi illustrator">CHARLES M. RELYEA</p> - -<div class="pad4"> -<div class="logocenter" id="logo"> - <img src="images/logo.jpg" alt="logo" title="logo" /> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noic"><span class="adauthor">GROSSET & DUNLAP</span><br /> -PUBLISHERS NEW YORK</p> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="noic"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1916, by<br /> -DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, Inc.</span></p> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<col style="width: 20%;" /> -<col style="width: 70%;" /> -<col style="width: 10%;" /> -<tr> - <th class="smfontr">CHAPTER</th> - <th class="tdl"></th> - <th class="smfontr">PAGE</th> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">I</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">THE NEW HOME</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">3</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">II</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">JOE LOOKS FOR WORK</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">16</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">III</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">AUNT SARAH IS SURPRISED</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">28</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">IV</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">JOE FINDS A FRIEND</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">45</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">V</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">HOCKEY AND JUST TALK</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">59</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">VI</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">JOE HAS AN IDEA</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">74</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">VII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">PARTNERS</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">86</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">VIII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">MR. CHESTER YOUNG</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">102</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">IX</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">IN THE BASEBALL CAGE</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">117</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">X</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">STRIKING A BALANCE</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">130</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XI</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">HANDSOME FRANK</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">138</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">OUTDOOR PRACTICE</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">151</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XIII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">THE FIRST GAME</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">161</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XIV</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">A TRY-OUT AT FIRST</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">178</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XV</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">BUSTER DROPS OUT</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">190</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XVI</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">FOLEY IS WORRIED</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">208</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XVII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">IN THE TWELFTH INNING</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">221</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XVIII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">EMPTY BOXES</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">233</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XIX</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">JOE ACCEPTS A LOAN</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">243</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XX</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">PURSUIT</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">258</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XXI</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">ON THE WEST-BOUND</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">265</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XXII</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">THE AMATEUR DETECTIVE</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">278</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XXIII</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">“BATTER UP!”</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">296</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XXIV</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV">BUNCHED HITS</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">307</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XXV</td> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">A DOUBLE UNASSISTED</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">317</td> -</tr> -</table> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> -</div> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations"> -<col style="width: 80%;" /> -<col style="width: 20%;" /> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_frontis">Sensing a mix-up, Joe held the ball -and raced for second base</a> (Page 327)</td> - <td class="tdrb"><i>Frontispiece</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"> </td> - <td class="smfontr">FACING<br />PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p054">Joe found himself still in the company -of Strobe</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">54</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p214">“He thinks he’s a pretty swell little -dresser, Foley does”</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">214</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p290">“<em>What!</em>” squealed Young. “You -ain’t a—a——”</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">290</td> -</tr> -</table> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_1"></a>[1]</span></p> - -<p class="noi title">FIRST BASE FAULKNER</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span></p> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I<br /> -<small>THE NEW HOME</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>“Lucky” Faulkner arrived in Amesville, Ohio, -shortly before seven o’clock of a cold morning in -the first week of January. He wasn’t known as -“Lucky” then, and he certainly didn’t look especially -fortunate as he stepped from train to platform -and blinked drowsily at this first sight of -the strange city that was to be his new home. -He had travelled nearly six hours in a day-coach, -sleeping fitfully with his head on the arm of the -car seat, and his clothes were creased, his hair -rumpled and his face tired and pale under its -coating of train dust. He wore a good-looking -gray ulster and a cap to match, and carried a big -valise whose sides bulged tremendously and -which bore the inscription “J. C. F.” in neat old -English characters.</p> - -<p>On the platform he set the bag down, took a -trunk-check from a pigskin purse and gazed inquiringly -about him. The passengers who had -left the warmth of the cars had hurried to the -restaurant to make the most of the ten minutes<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span> -allowed them for breakfast, and it was much too -early in the day for loiterers. It was a boy of -about his own age—which was sixteen—who, -stopped in his mad career of dragging a mail-sack -along the platform, supplied information.</p> - -<p>“Huh? Expressman? Sure! Around back. -Ask for Gus Tenney.”</p> - -<p>Gus, a small, crabbed-looking negro, was loading -a huge sample-trunk into a ramshackle dray -when discovered.</p> - -<p>“I’ve got a trunk on this train,” said the new -arrival. “Will you take it to Miss Teele’s, on -Brewer Street, please? And how much will it -be?”</p> - -<p>“Brewer Street? What’s the number, Boss?”</p> - -<p>“One-twenty-eight.”</p> - -<p>“Fifty cents, Boss.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll give you a quarter. Can you get it there -by eight?”</p> - -<p>“I can’t tote no trunk ’way up to Brewer Street -for no quarter, Boss. You’ll have to get someone -else to do it.”</p> - -<p>“All right. Is there anyone else around?”</p> - -<p>“Don’t see anyone, Boss. Reckon I’se the only -one here.”</p> - -<p>“Will you take my trunk up there first and let -me ride along with you?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span></p> - -<p>“I got to deliver this to the Commercial House -first, Boss.”</p> - -<p>“How far is that from Brewer Street?”</p> - -<p>“’Most a mile.”</p> - -<p>“And Brewer Street’s near the City Hall, isn’t -it?”</p> - -<p>“Well, it ain’t so mighty far.”</p> - -<p>“And the Commercial House is near the City -Hall, too, isn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Look here, Boss,” said the negro peevishly, -“maybe you-all knows my business better’n I do -and maybe you don’t. I got to deliver this trunk -right away ’cause the gentleman’s waitin’ for it.”</p> - -<p>“All right. Don’t let me keep you, then.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you give me that check an’ I’ll get your -trunk up just as soon as I can, Boss.”</p> - -<p>“No, I’ll wait for someone else. It isn’t worth -more than a quarter.”</p> - -<p>The negro hesitated and muttered as he gave -the sample-trunk a final shove. Then: “All -right, Boss, I’ll do it. Seems like folks nowadays -don’t want anyone to make a livin’, I ’clare to -goodness it does!”</p> - -<p>“Will you get it there by eight?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll get it there in half an hour, Boss, if that -old mare of mine keeps on her feet. It’s powerful -mean goin’ today, with so much snow.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span></p> - -<p>The boy yielded his check, saw his trunk put on -the dray, and, after getting directions from the -negro, trudged across Railroad Avenue and -turned eastward past the row of cheap stores and -tenement houses that faced the tracks. There had -been a good deal of snow since Christmas and it -was still piled high between sidewalk and street. -Overhead a gray morning sky threatened more, -and there was a nip in the air that made the boy -set his bag down before he had traversed a block -and slip on a pair of woollen gloves. Behind him -a door opened and an appealing odour of coffee -and cooking was wafted out to him. As he took -up his valise again he looked wistfully through -the frost-framed window of the little eating-house -and mentally counted up his change. Evidently -the result prohibited refreshment, for he went on, -the heavy valise dragging and bumping as he -walked, and at last turned the corner and struck -northward. Here, after a short distance, the -buildings became comfortable homes, many of -them surrounded by grounds of some extent. -From chimneys the gray smoke was ascending in -the frosty air and now and then the tantalising -vision of a breakfast table met his sight. The -sidewalks hereabouts had been cleaned of snow -and walking was easier, something the boy was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span> -heartily glad of since that valise was gaining in -weight at every step.</p> - -<p>It was not, he was thinking as he trudged along, -a very inspiriting morning on which to arrive in a -strange place. Perhaps if the sun had been shining -Amesville would have seemed less gloomy and -inhospitable to him, but as it was he found nothing -to like about the city. On the contrary, he -was convinced that it was far inferior in every -way to Akron and that he would never care for -it, no matter how long he stayed there. However, -he forgot to take into consideration the fact that -he was tired and hungry and cold, neglected to -realise that almost any city, approached from -its least attractive quarter and viewed in the dim -light of a cloudy Winter morning, looks far from -its best.</p> - -<p>He set his valise down at a corner, rubbed his -chilled fingers, and went on once more with his -burden in the other hand. He was wondering now -what Aunt Sarah would prove to be like. He had -never seen her to remember her, although his -mother had tried to recall to his recollection an -occasion when Aunt Sarah had visited them in -Akron. But that had been when he was only four -or five years old and his memory failed him. -Aunt Sarah was not a real, bona-fide aunt, for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span> -she was his mother’s half-sister. But she was -the closest relative there was and when it had -become necessary to break up the home in Akron -it was Aunt Sarah who had written and offered -to take them in. There would be practically no -money left after his father’s affairs had been settled -up and all the bills paid, and Mrs. Faulkner -had been very glad to accept Aunt Sarah’s hospitality -for her son. She herself had obtained, -through the influence of a friend of her husband’s, -the position of housekeeper in a hotel in Columbus. -Since her son could not be with her she had -decreed that he was to go to Amesville, finish his -schooling there, and remain with Aunt Sarah until -enough money had been saved to allow of the -establishment of a new home. He had pleaded -hard to be allowed to leave high school and find -work in Columbus, but Mrs. Faulkner wouldn’t -hear of it.</p> - -<p>“You may not realise it now, dear,” she had -said, “but an education is something you must -have if you are ever to amount to anything. And -there’s just one time to get it, and that’s now. If -you study hard you’ll be through high school next -year. You’ll be eighteen, and that’s quite young -enough to start earning a living. Meanwhile Aunt -Sarah will give you a good home, dear. I shall<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span> -pay her a little, as much as I can afford, so you -needn’t feel that you are accepting charity. You -must try to be nice to her, too. She—she doesn’t -always show her best side, unless she’s changed -since I saw her last, but she’s as good as gold, -for all her sharp tongue. And I want you to try -and remember that, dear.”</p> - -<p>He recalled the words now and tried to banish -the mental picture of Aunt Sarah which he had -unconsciously drawn: a tall, thin, elderly maiden -lady with sharp features and a sharper tongue, -dressed in a gingham gown of no particular colour -and wearing a shawl over her shoulders. But the -preconceived vision wouldn’t be dispelled, and -consequently, when a few minutes later, the door -of the little yellow house with chocolate-coloured -trimmings opened to his ring and Aunt Sarah -confronted him, he was not a bit surprised. For -she was, with the exception of gingham dress and -shawl, so much like what he had imagined that it -was quite as if he had known her for a long time.</p> - -<p>“This is Joseph?” she asked as he took off his -cap on the threshold. “You’re late. I’ve been -expecting you for a quarter of an hour and breakfast -is stone-cold likely. Come in, please, and -don’t keep the door open. Take your bag right -upstairs. It’s the first room to the left. When<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span> -you’ve washed, and dear knows you need it, come -right down again. I dislike very much having -folks late to their meals.”</p> - -<p>During this announcement, uttered levelly in -a sharp voice, she shook hands rather limply, -closed the door, pushed the rug straight again -with the toe of a sensible boot and smoothed the -front of her black merino gown. That black -gown was the only thing that didn’t fit in -with his picture of her and he rather resented it -as, tugging his bag behind him, he went up the -narrow, squeaky staircase. That colourless gingham -he had mentally attired her in would, he -thought, have been less depressing than the black -merino.</p> - -<p>The room in which he found himself was small, -but, in spite of the cheerless weather outside, -bright and homelike. There were some surprisingly -gay cretonne curtains at the two windows, -the paper was blue-and-white in a neat pattern, -the brass knobs of the single bed shone like globes -of gold, and Joe noted with approval that the gaslight -was convenient to the old-fashioned mahogany, -drop-front desk. On the table at the head of -the bed were three books, disputing the small -surface with a candlestick and a match-safe, and -while he hurriedly prepared for breakfast he stole<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span> -time to examine the titles. “Every Boy’s Handy -Book,” he read, “Self-Help,” “Leather Stocking -Tales.” He smiled as he turned away. On the -walnut bureau—it had a marble slab and an oval -mirror and a lidded box at each side—was a Bible. -He made a quick toilet and returned downstairs. -A pleasant fragrance of coffee guided him to the -dining-room. Aunt Sarah was already in place -and a large black cat was asleep on a chair between -the windows.</p> - -<p>“That will be your place,” said Miss Teele, -indicating a chair across the table with a nod. -“Do you eat oatmeal?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am, thanks,” replied Joe as he settled -himself and opened his napkin. Aunt Sarah -helped him and passed the dish. A glass percolator -was bubbling at her elbow and, after serving -the oatmeal, she extinguished the alcohol flame -underneath and poured a generous and fragrant -cup of coffee. Joe ate hungrily and finished his -oatmeal in a trice. He would have liked more, but -none was offered. Then an elderly, stoop-shouldered -woman entered with a quick, curious -glance at Joe from a pair of faded eyes and deposited -a platter of bacon and eggs before her -mistress.</p> - -<p>“This is Mildred Faulkner’s boy, Amanda,”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span> -announced Miss Teele. “You may hand the -coffee, please.”</p> - -<p>Amanda nodded silently in reply to Joe’s murmured -“How do you do?” and quickly departed, -to return a moment later with a toast-rack. Joe -had never seen toast served that way before and -was viewing it interestedly when Aunt Sarah, -having served him with a generous helping of -bacon and a fried egg, and tasted her coffee, remarked:</p> - -<p>“You’ll find the food here plain but wholesome, -Joseph. And I guess you’ll always get enough. -If you don’t I want you to tell me. I don’t hold -with skimping on food. How’s your mother?”</p> - -<p>“Quite well, thank you. She goes to Columbus -today.”</p> - -<p>Aunt Sarah sniffed. “Going to be a housekeeper -at a hotel, she wrote me. A nice occupation, -I must say, for a Teele!”</p> - -<p>“There didn’t seem to be much else,” replied -Joe.</p> - -<p>“She might have come to me. I offered her -a home. But she always was dreadfully set and -independent. Well, I hope she don’t regret it. -How was it your father didn’t leave anything -when he died?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know, Aunt Sarah. We always<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span> -thought there was plenty of money before. But -there were a good many bills, and the paper -hadn’t been paying very well for a year or two, -and so——”</p> - -<p>“I told your mother when she was so set on -marrying John Faulkner that he’d never be able -to provide for her. I’m not surprised.”</p> - -<p>“But he did provide for my mother,” replied -Joe indignantly. “We always had everything we -wanted.”</p> - -<p>“You haven’t got much now, have you? Giving -your folks all they want while you’re alive and -leaving them without a cent when you die isn’t -exactly my idea of providing.” Aunt Sarah -sniffed again. “Not that I had anything against -your father, though. I always liked him. What -I saw of him, that is, which wasn’t much. He -just wasn’t practical. Are you like him?”</p> - -<p>“Folks say I look like him,” said Joe -coldly. He felt resentful of Aunt Sarah’s -criticism.</p> - -<p>“So you do, but I guess you’ve got more spunk -than he ever had. You’ll need it. When do you -propose to start in school?”</p> - -<p>“As soon as I can. I thought I’d go and see the -principal this morning.”</p> - -<p>“The sooner the better, I guess. Idleness<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span> -never gets a body anywhere. Will you have another -egg?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, please.”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad you haven’t got a finicky appetite.” -She added bacon to the egg and pushed the toast-rack -nearer. “Will you have another cup of coffee?” -Joe would and said so. It seemed to him -that he would never get enough to eat, which, -considering that he hadn’t had anything since -six o’clock the night before wasn’t surprising. -Aunt Sarah nibbled at a piece of toast and sipped -her coffee and was silent. Joe felt that he ought -to attempt conversation and presently said:</p> - -<p>“You have a very pleasant home, Aunt Sarah.”</p> - -<p>“I’m not complaining any,” was the brief response.</p> - -<p>A minute later he happened to look up and -caught her gaze. He may have been mistaken, -but it seemed to him that she was regarding his -performance with knife and fork quite approvingly. -When he had finished, Aunt Sarah said -grace, which to Joe’s thinking was turning things -around, and arose.</p> - -<p>“I suppose you brought a trunk with you?” -she questioned.</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am, and it ought to be here. The expressman -said he would get it around by eight.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span></p> - -<p>“Like as not it was Gus Tenney,” said Aunt -Sarah. “If it was it won’t get here until afternoon, -I guess. He’s the most worthless, shiftless -negro in town.” But Aunt Sarah, for once, did -the coloured gentleman an injustice, for even as -she finished he backed his team up to the sidewalk. -“You show him where to put it,” she instructed, -“and tell him to be careful and not bump the -walls. And don’t pay him a cent more than a -quarter of a dollar, Joseph. Have you got any -money?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am, thanks.”</p> - -<p>Aunt Sarah, who had begun to look around in -a mildly distracted way for her purse, stopped -and said “Hmph!” Then, “Well, don’t you give -him more than a quarter, now!”</p> - -<p>Five minutes later Joe was unpacking his belongings -and whistling quite merrily. After all, -things weren’t so bad, he reflected. Aunt Sarah -was cross-grained beyond a doubt, but she gave -a fellow plenty to eat!</p> - -<p>“And good eats, too!” he murmured contentedly.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II<br /> -<small>JOE LOOKS FOR WORK</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>“Joseph Faulkner?” inquired Mr. Dennison, the -high school principal.</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“I’m very glad to meet you, Faulkner.” They -shook hands and Mr. Dennison pulled a chair -nearer the big, broad-topped desk. “Sit down, -please. You wrote me a week or so ago from -Akron, I believe, and enclosed a letter from your -principal, Mr. Senter.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“I have it here, I think.” Mr. Dennison -searched for a moment in the file at his elbow -and drew forth the two communications pinned -together. He read Mr. Senter’s letter again -and nodded.</p> - -<p>“I see,” he murmured. “Now tell me something -about yourself, my boy. Your father has -died recently?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, in November.”</p> - -<p>“I’m very sorry. I think now I recall reading<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span> -of his death in the paper. He was the editor of -the <cite>Enterprise</cite>, I believe?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir. He owned the paper, too. That is, -most of it.”</p> - -<p>“Your mother is alive, I trust?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“And you have brothers and sisters?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir; there’s only me.”</p> - -<p>“I see. I rather expected your mother would -call with you, Faulkner. It’s the customary -thing. We rather like to meet the pupils’ parents -and get in touch with them, so to speak. Possibly -your mother, however, was not feeling well -enough to accompany you this morning.”</p> - -<p>“She isn’t here, sir. She’s in Columbus. You -see, father didn’t leave much money and so she—she -took a position in Columbus and sent me here -to live with an aunt, a Miss Teele, on Brewer -Street. Mother wants me to finish high school. -I thought I’d ought to go to work, but she -wouldn’t let me.”</p> - -<p>“Dear, dear!” said Mr. Dennison sympathetically. -“Most unfortunate! Well, I think your -mother is quite right, my boy. You’ll be better -fitted to face the—er—the responsibilities of life -if you have supplied yourself with an education. -Hm! Yes. Now, let me see. I gather from what<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span> -your former principal writes that you have been -a very steady, hard-working student. You like -to study and learn, Faulkner?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir. That is, I like to study some things. -And, of course, I want to learn. Mr. Senter said -he thought there wouldn’t be any trouble about -my getting into the junior class here, sir. I’ve -only missed about seven weeks.”</p> - -<p>“I see.” Mr. Dennison thoughtfully folded the -letters in his hands, observing Joe the while. -What he saw prepossessed him in the boy’s favour. -Joe was large for his age, sturdy without being -heavy, and had the healthful colouring and clear -eyes of a youth who had divided his time fairly -between indoors and out. You wouldn’t have -called him handsome, perhaps, for his nose wasn’t -at all classic, being rather of the tip-tilted variety, -and his chin was a bit too square to meet the -Greek standard of beauty. Perhaps it was the -chin that had suggested spunk to Aunt Sarah. -Anyhow, it suggested it to Mr. Dennison. In fact, -the whole face spoke of eager courage, and the -gray eyes looked out with a level directness that -proclaimed honesty. For the rest, he had light-brown -hair, so light that one hesitated at calling -it brown, but had to for want of a better description, -a forehead that matched the chin in breadth<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> -and gave the face a square look, and a mouth -that, no matter how serious the rest of the countenance -was, seemed on the point of breaking into -a smile. On the whole, summed up the principal, -a healthy, honest, capable appearing boy, and one -likely to be heard from.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Mr. Dennison after a moment’s -silence, “yes, I think the junior class is where -you belong. At least, we’ll try you there. I don’t -want to set you back unless it’s quite necessary. -You may have to work hard for a month or so -to catch up, but I think you can do it. How old -are you, Faulkner?”</p> - -<p>“Sixteen, sir, on the fourth of last August.” -Other questions were asked and answered and -the answers were entered on a filing card. Then:</p> - -<p>“Can you start in tomorrow?” asked the principal.</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, I’d like to.”</p> - -<p>“Very well. Then in the morning report in -Room D to Mr. Whalen. School takes in at eight-thirty. -Here is a list of books and materials -you’ll need, many of which you doubtless have -already. Any books or stationery you need can -be obtained at the outer office. Books may be -purchased outright or rented, as you please. -That’s all, I think. I hope you’ll like us here,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> -Faulkner. You must get acquainted with the -other boys, you know, and then you’ll feel more -at home. Come and see me in a day or two and -tell me how you are getting on. And if there’s -anything you want to know or if there’s any help -you need don’t hesitate to apply to Mr. Jonson, -my assistant, or to me.” Mr. Dennison shook -hands again and Joe, armed with the printed list -of books and materials, expressed his thanks and -passed out into the corridor. A gong had sounded -a moment before and the stairways and halls -were thronged with students. No one, however, -paid any attention to Joe and he left the big -building and walked across the town to Main -Street and turned southward, his eyes busy as -he went.</p> - -<p>The sky was still gray and Main Street was -ankle-deep in yellow-brown slush, and Amesville -did not, perhaps, look its best even yet. But the -buildings, if not so fine as those of Akron, were -solid and substantial for the most part, and the -stores presented enticing windows and leavened -the grayness with colour and brightness. It -seemed, he decided, a busy, bustling little city—he -had already ascertained that it boasted a population -of twenty-five thousand and the honor of -being the county seat—and it didn’t require any<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span> -great effort of imagination to fancy himself back -in Akron.</p> - -<p>Joe not only observed but he studied, and for -a reason. To let you into a secret which he had -so far confided to no one, Joe had no intention -of allowing his mother to pay Aunt Sarah for his -board and lodging for very long. He meant to -find some sort of work that he could perform -before and after school hours. What it was to -be he did not yet know, although there was one -job he expected to be able to secure if nothing -more promising offered. He was fairly certain, -although his mother had not taken him into her -confidence to that extent, that hotel housekeepers -did not receive munificent wages, and he realised -that his mother, used to having practically every -comfort money could buy, would find it hard -enough to get on without having to send a part -of her monthly salary to Aunt Sarah.</p> - -<p>The job that he felt pretty certain of obtaining -was that of delivering newspapers. Joe was well -enough acquainted with the newspaper business -to know that it was always difficult for circulation -managers to find boys enough to keep the routes -covered. He had had some experience of the -kind, for when he was in grammar school he had -delivered the <cite>Enterprise</cite> all one Summer and part<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> -of a Winter, until, in fact, a chronic condition of -wet feet caused his mother to interfere. His father -had not at any time approved of the proceeding, -for Mr. Faulkner had been a man of position in -Akron and it had seemed to him that in carrying -a newspaper route Joe was performing labor beneath -him and, perhaps, casting aspersions on the -financial and social standing of Mr. John Faulkner. -Joe had had to beg long for permission and -his father had agreed with ill-grace. The fun -had soon worn off, but Joe had kept on with the -work long after his chum, who had embarked -in the enterprise with him, had given up. It -didn’t bring in much money, and Joe didn’t need -what it did bring, since his father was lavishly -generous in the matter of pocket-money. It was -principally the fact that his father had predicted -that he would soon tire of it that kept him doggedly -at it when the cold weather came. Getting -up before light and tramping through snow and -slush to toss twisted-up papers into doorways -soon became the veriest drudgery to the fourteen-year-old -boy, and only pride prevented him from -crying quits. When, finally, wet boots and continual -sniffling caused his mother to put her foot -down Joe was secretly very, very glad!</p> - -<p>But delivering newspapers wasn’t the work he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span> -wanted now, unless he could find none other, and, -as he went down Main Street just before noon, -his eyes and mind were busy with possibilities. -To find a position as a clerk was out of the question, -since he wouldn’t be able to work during the -busiest hours. Some labor that he might perform -after school in the afternoon and during the evening -was what he hoped to find. And so, as he -passed a store or an office, he considered its possibilities. -He paused for several minutes in front -of one of the big windows of Miller and Tappen’s -Department Store, but finally went on with a -shake of his head. If it had been before instead -of after the holidays he might have found employment -there as an extra hand in the wrapping or -shipping department, but now they would more -likely be turning help away than taking it on. A -drug store on the corner engaged his attention -next, and then a brilliantly red hardware store -across the street, a hardware store that evidently -did a large business in athletic goods if one was -to judge by the attractive display in one broad -window. But Joe couldn’t think of any position -in one or the other that he could apply for. Further -along, a handsome new twelve-story structure -was nearing completion, and he stopped -awhile to watch operations. It was the only “skyscraper”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span> -in sight and consequently stuck up -above the surrounding five- and six-story edifices -like, to use Joe’s metaphor, a sore thumb! -It was a fine-looking building, though, and he -found himself feeling a civic pride in it, quite as -though he was already a settled citizen of the -town. Well, for that matter, he told himself, he -guessed Amesville wasn’t such a bad place, after -all, and if only he could find a job that would bring -him in enough to pay Aunt Sarah for board and -lodging——</p> - -<p>But at that moment the noon whistle blew, a -bell struck twelve somewhere and Joe turned back -toward Brewer Street. Aunt Sarah had enjoined -him to be back before half-past twelve, which was -dinner time, and he recalled her assertion that -she disliked having folks tardy at meals. So his -search for employment must wait until later.</p> - -<p>His walking had made him hungry again and he -viewed veal chops smothered with tomato sauce -and the riced potatoes piled high in the blue dish -and the lima beans beside it with vast approval. -There was a generous plate of graham bread, too, -and a pyramid of grape jelly that swayed every -time Amanda crossed the floor. He satisfied Aunt -Sarah’s curiosity as to the interview with the -high school principal while satisfying his own<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span> -appetite. Aunt Sarah said “Hmph!” and that -she’d heard tell Mr. Dennison was a very competent -principal. Thereupon she went into the -past history of the Amesville High School and its -heads, and Joe, diligently addressing himself to -the viands, told himself that his Aunt Sarah -seemed astonishingly well informed on the subject. -Later he discovered that Aunt Sarah was -well informed on most subjects and that when it -came to town news she was better than a paper!</p> - -<p>“I had Amanda bake an apple pudding,” she -informed him presently, when his appetite began -to languish. “I guess boys usually like something -sweet to top off with. Do you eat apple -pudding?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, Aunt. Most any kind of pudding. But -don’t you—don’t you go to any trouble about me, -please. I—I can eat whatever there is. I’ve got -a fine old appetite.”</p> - -<p>“Hmph! Well, I guess you won’t go hungry -here. Not that I intend to have things much different -from usual, though. I don’t hold with humouring -folks’ notions about food. Food is food, -I say, so long’s it’s nourishing and decently -cooked. Your mother, though, was always a great -one for strange, outlandish dishes and I suppose -you’ll miss ’em. Well, all I can say is plain food’s<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span> -what I was brought up on and I’ve never seen -anyone hurt none by eatin’ it. I’ve noticed that -folks who like messed-up dishes generally have -dyspepsia and are always doctoring themselves. -Amanda, bring in the pudding.”</p> - -<p>Aunt Sarah seemed slightly surprised when, -the apple pudding partaken of, Joe announced -that he thought he’d go and have a look around -town. “Well,” she said, “you’re old enough to -look after yourself, I suppose, but for goodness’ -sake, don’t go and get run over or anything! -Main Street’s getting to be something awful, -what with these automobiles and all. Seems like -a body just has to take his life in his hands when -he goes there nowadays. If those awful things -don’t run you down they scare you to death, and -if they can’t do any worse to you they spatter -you with mud. Gracious sakes, I haven’t dared -shop on the other side of Main Street for ’most a -year!”</p> - -<p>Joe didn’t confide to her his real errand, just -why he didn’t exactly know. Perhaps he had a -dim notion that Aunt Sarah wouldn’t approve of -his engaging in work that might keep him away -from home at strange hours of the day or night. -She watched his departure doubtfully from the -front door and when he was almost to the corner<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> -of the next street called after him to go to Rice -and Perry’s and get himself a pair of overshoes. -“Tell Mr. Perry they’re to be charged to me, and -see that he gives them to you big enough. If you -don’t watch him he’ll fit you too snug and then -they’ll wear out right away!”</p> - -<p>Joe didn’t obey instructions, however. Somehow -he wasn’t yet ready to become indebted to -Aunt Sarah, and, besides, he didn’t need overshoes -to get around today. His boots were heavy-soled -and as nearly waterproof as any “guaranteed -waterproof” boots ever are. During the -afternoon he made several inquiries for work. A -photographer declined his offer to do errands -after three o’clock in the afternoon, a haberdasher -failed to discern the benefits to accrue—to -him—from giving employment to the applicant, -and four other merchants of different trades answered -to similar effect. Just before dusk Joe -sought the office of the Amesville <cite>Recorder</cite>.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III<br /> -<small>AUNT SARAH IS SURPRISED</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The <cite>Recorder</cite> was an evening paper and came off -the press at half-past three, and for that reason -Joe had made it first choice over its morning -rival, the <cite>Gazette</cite>, which was delivered in the early -morning. Fortunately, he found the circulation -manager still on duty when he reached the office, -and although that gentleman, who wore a nervous, -harassed look, scowled upon him fiercely at -first, the scowl gradually faded as Joe stated his -mission. Unknown to him, Joe had timed his -application extremely well, since one of the carriers -had that very afternoon been given his dismissal, -and it didn’t take more than four minutes -to secure what he was after. The route was not -a long one and paid less than Joe wished it did, -but the manager promised to give him something -better if he proved satisfactory and the opportunity -occurred. Joe was supplied with a list of -subscribers on Route 6, told to be on hand -promptly next afternoon at three-thirty, and took -himself away well satisfied. The work would<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span> -bring him only three dollars a week, which was -much less than he believed himself capable of earning, -but the route would take but two hours from -the time he left the newspaper office and he would -be through well before supper time. Besides, Joe -had no intention of delivering papers very long. -Sooner or later, he believed, a better chance would -offer. Until then, though, Route 6, with its resultant -three dollars a week, would be a heap -better than nothing.</p> - -<p>He told Aunt Sarah about it at the supper table -and Aunt Sarah, instead of expressing disapproval, -appeared much pleased. Only, she insisted, -the work mustn’t be allowed to interfere -with his studies. Joe assured her that it wouldn’t, -since he would have his evenings free. After supper -he went upstairs, opened the mahogany desk -and wrote a long letter to his mother. He tried -to make it sound very brave and cheerful, but I -don’t think Mrs. Faulkner had much difficulty in -reading between the lines and reaching the conclusion -that Joe was a little bit homesick and -lonely and that he missed her a lot. He told -about his interview with Mr. Dennison and about -the employment he had secured.</p> - -<p>“It pays only three dollars,” he wrote, “but -it won’t take more than an hour and a half or<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span> -two hours and I won’t have to work on Sunday -because the <cite>Recorder</cite> doesn’t have any Sunday -edition. I’m going to pay two and a half of it -to Aunt Sarah every week and so you won’t have -to send her very much, will you? I’d give it all -to her, but I guess I’d better keep a half-dollar -out for pocket-money. Then you won’t have to -send me any money. After a while I’m going to -get something to do that will pay me more and -maybe then you won’t have to send Aunt Sarah -a cent. Aunt Sarah looks like she would bite my -head off if I brought any dirt into the house on -my shoes and she talks mighty crusty, but I guess -she’s a pretty good sort after all. She had -Amanda cook me a bully apple pudding for dinner -today. I’m pretty sure she did it on my account, -because she didn’t touch it herself. Amanda is a -funny old woman who does the cooking and so on. -She’s about sixty, I guess, and hasn’t but three or -four teeth and sort of mumbles when she talks. -When I say anything to her she looks scared and -beats it.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Dennison gave me a list of the books I -have to have and I’ve got them all but one. I can -rent that and it won’t cost much. I’ve still got -nearly four dollars of what you gave me and you -don’t need to send me any more. I guess I’m<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span> -going to like this place very much when I get used -to it. Aunt Sarah wanted me to get a pair of -overshoes and charge them to her, but I didn’t -like to, and besides my boots are all right without -overshoes. Maybe I’ll get a new pair of rubbers -some time. The ones I brought with me are sort -of leaky. But I won’t need any other things like -clothes or shoes or anything for almost a year, I -guess, so you’re not to worry about me.”</p> - -<p>He spent all of an hour over that letter and -used four sheets of Aunt Sarah’s old-fashioned -blue-ruled paper, and when it was finished and -ready for the mail his watch told him that the -time was half-past nine. He was opening his door -to go downstairs and say good-night to Aunt -Sarah when he heard her coming up.</p> - -<p>“I hope you’ll have enough covers,” she said -as she came to the doorway. “If you haven’t -you’ll find another comfortable on the closet shelf. -Breakfast’s at seven, but if you’re very sleepy -tomorrow I guess it won’t matter much if you -don’t come down right on time. Amanda can -keep something hot for you. ’Twon’t hurt her a -bit. I suppose you’ll be wanting a bath every -morning, and I haven’t any objection to your -having it, only remember the water’s metered -and don’t let the plug slip out. It’s awful the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span> -way they charge for water nowadays! First thing -we know they’ll be putting the air on a meter, -too, just as likely as not! Well, I hope you sleep -well and get rested, Joseph. Good-night.”</p> - -<p>“Good-night, Aunt Sarah.” Joe hadn’t had any -intention of doing what he did then, but writing to -his mother had left him a little bit lonesome, -and—well, acting on the impulse of the moment, -he kissed Aunt Sarah on the cheek! I fancy he -was almost if not quite as surprised as Aunt -Sarah when he had done it. That Aunt Sarah -was surprised was very evident. Indeed, something -very like consternation was expressed on -her countenance.</p> - -<p>“<em>Hmph!</em>” she snorted. “Hmph! Well, I declare!”</p> - -<p>Joe, embarrassed himself, drew back over the -threshold, smiling uncertainly. Aunt Sarah, at -a loss for further words, stared a moment, said -“Hmph!” again in more thoughtful accents and -turned away. But when she had gone a few steps -she paused. “I told Amanda to boil you a couple -of eggs for breakfast,” she announced, “but -maybe you don’t care for eggs. Some folks -don’t.”</p> - -<p>“Indeed, I do. Thanks.”</p> - -<p>“Well, all right, then. I don’t hold with humouring<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> -folks with finicky appetites, but if there’s -anything you’d rather have than the eggs——”</p> - -<p>“There isn’t, really. The eggs will be fine!”</p> - -<p>“Humph! Good-night.”</p> - -<p>Aunt Sarah’s door closed softly down the hall -and Joe smiled as he shut his own.</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe she minded it at all,” he murmured. -“I guess—I guess she’s never had very -many kisses!”</p> - -<p>His first day of school passed without special -incident. Several fellows spoke to him at recess -and satisfied their curiosity about the newcomer, -but none of them appealed greatly to Joe and he -made no effort to pursue the acquaintances. At -half-past three he was on hand at the <cite>Recorder</cite> -office, received his bundle of papers, slung them -at his side by a strap which he had bought on the -way from school, and started out. His route -began nearly a mile from the newspaper building -and it would have saved time if he had taken a -car on Main Street. But to do that every day -would cost him thirty cents, and thirty cents -taken from three dollars leaves quite a hole! So -he tramped the distance instead. He had already -studied his route on a map in a copy of the city -directory and so had little difficulty. He did, -however, manage to leave out a block and had to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span> -go back to it, but that wouldn’t happen the next -time. The district was one well over on the west -side of town and was inhabited for the most part -by factory workers, although there were a few -blocks of more prosperous patrons. As a general -thing the sidewalks were ill paved and held pools -of slush or water, and Joe’s “waterproof” boots -belied their reputation by the time he had tossed -the last of his papers on the final porch. But -damp feet didn’t trouble him greatly and he -made up his mind to change to a pair of slippers -as soon as he got home. It was quite dark by the -time he reached the little house in Brewer Street -and Aunt Sarah had begun to be concerned, and -when he entered the front door, she appeared -quickly from the sitting-room.</p> - -<p>“I was beginning to think one of those automobiles -had got you,” she said tartly. “It’s ’most -six o’clock.”</p> - -<p>“I’m sorry to be so late,” replied Joe, “but -it took longer today than it will the next time. I -missed some houses and had to go back.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I suppose I don’t need to get anxious -about you, but——” Aunt Sarah paused, her -gaze on his feet. “Joseph Faulkner, look at your -boots!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, they’re sort of damp, aren’t they?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span></p> - -<p>“Sort of damp! Land sakes, they’re sopping -wet! You go right upstairs this very minute and -take them off and change your socks and dry your -feet and—and don’t you dare come home tomorrow -without those overshoes I told you to get -yesterday! First thing I know you’ll be down -with pneumonia! Tramping around through the -slush with nothing on but a pair of fancy -shoes!”</p> - -<p>“They’re supposed to be waterproof, Aunt,” -said Joe meekly.</p> - -<p>“Supposed to be! Maybe they are supposed -to be, but they ain’t. Now, don’t stand there -arguing, but do as I say, Joseph. I may not be -your mother, but I guess I know wet shoes when -I see them! And I don’t see why you didn’t get -those overshoes like I told you to yesterday.”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t feel that I could afford them,” said -Joe defensively, “and I didn’t just like to take -them as a gift.”</p> - -<p>“Land sakes, you needn’t be so proud, Joseph -Faulkner! I guess I’m your mother’s own half-sister, -ain’t I? And if that doesn’t give me the -right to buy a pair of overshoes for you—Hmph! -I never heard such foolishness. You take those -wet shoes off directly and I’ll bring you up a cup -of ginger-tea. Fine thing it would be to have<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span> -you sick on my hands the very first week you’re -here!”</p> - -<p>Joe went up, smiling to himself, and obeyed -directions. Only, when Aunt Sarah passed a -steaming cup of ginger-tea in to him he didn’t -play quite fair. He gave it a trial, to be sure, -but he didn’t like it, and if Aunt Sarah had been -listening she might have heard one of the guest -room windows cautiously raised. Let us hope -that the ginger-tea had no ill effects on Aunt -Sarah’s shrubs!</p> - -<p>Damp feet did not affect Joe’s appetite, and, -watching him eat, Aunt Sarah dared hope that he -was not in for a serious illness!</p> - -<p>By Saturday he had settled down into his new -life. He was relieved to find that the few weeks -away from school had not put him far behind -and during that first week he proved to his own -and Mr. Dennison’s satisfaction that he really -belonged in the junior class. He found much to -like about the school. For one thing, the building, -which was fairly new, was quite a model school -structure, with big, broad rooms lighted by an -almost continuous row of high windows through -which the sunlight fairly streamed. Sunlight in -classrooms makes for cheerfulness, and cheerfulness -for better work, and better work for more<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span> -cheerfulness! That, at least, was the way Joe -summed it up. The fellows seemed an average -lot, some nice, some rather objectionable, some -neither one thing nor the other. The same was -probably true also of the girls, but Joe, having -no sisters of his own, was shy of girls and didn’t -attempt to decide as to whether they were nice -or otherwise.</p> - -<p>At home he and Aunt Sarah settled down into -a very pleasant companionship. Although her -voice remained as acid as ever, it was evident to -Joe that she was prepared to be fond of him, and -that, used as he was to affection, was sufficient to -make him fond of her. She was sometimes fussily -anxious about him, but she didn’t try to govern -his movements, and that he appreciated. Aunt -Sarah’s bark, he soon decided, was far worse -than her bite. The newspaper route occupied his -afternoons between school and supper—which -was more like dinner, since he had only a light -lunch in the middle of the day—and required no -great effort. On Monday he collected two dollars -and a half for the five days he had worked and -handed the amount over to Aunt Sarah. His -board and lodging was, he learned, to cost three -dollars a week.</p> - -<p>“That,” said Aunt Sarah, “was the arrangement<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span> -your mother made. I told her she didn’t -need to pay a cent unless she was set on it, but -she wouldn’t let you come unless I’d take some -money. So I reckoned that three dollars would -be about right. I’ve never taken a boarder and -I don’t pretend to know. If that seems too much, -though, I’d like you to tell me.”</p> - -<p>“It doesn’t seem enough, Aunt,” replied Joe. -“I’ll bet I eat more than three dollars’ worth of -food, and that doesn’t leave anything for the -room.”</p> - -<p>“I wasn’t calculating to charge for the room. -The room’s there and it might as well be used. -I just meant to charge for what you ate, Joseph, -and I guess you won’t eat more’n three dollars’ -worth of food a week.”</p> - -<p>But that was on Monday, and today was only -Saturday, and Joe had a whole morning to dispose -of as he liked. He had been given a fine new -pair of skates Christmas before last and had -learned at school that there was fair skating on -the river and on one or two ponds around town. -After breakfast he got his skating boots and -skates out of his trunk and looked them over. -The only thing missing was a new lacing, and so -he went across to Main Street in search of the -article. But the shoe store in which he had purchased<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span> -the overshoes didn’t have a leather lacing -suitable and sent him to Cummings and Wright’s, -further down the street. This, he discovered, was -the brilliantly-red hardware store he had noticed -one day. One side of it was given over to athletic -goods and when Joe entered two boys were in conversation -across a counter near the door.</p> - -<p>“You can’t get to work too early, Sam,” he -heard one of them say as he drew near. “Start -them going about the middle of February. Of -course there isn’t a whole lot to be done in the -cage, but you can get in a lot of batting practice, -and your pitchers can find themselves, and——”</p> - -<p>He broke off and walked along behind the counter -to where Joe was standing. “Good morning,” -he said cheerfully. “Is there something you -want?”</p> - -<p>He was a well-built chap of seventeen, with -red-brown hair, very blue eyes and a smile that -won Joe on the instant.</p> - -<p>“I want a lacing for this boot, or a pair of -them, please. They told me at Rice and Perry’s -that you kept them.”</p> - -<p>“We surely do, and you can have one or two, -just as you say.” He turned away and pulled a -box from the shelves. “There you are. Five -cents apiece.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span></p> - -<p>“I’ll take just the one, I guess.”</p> - -<p>“All right. They say the skating’s best at -Proctor’s Pond. Have you tried it?”</p> - -<p>“No, I haven’t. I was going down to the river, -because I thought I could find that. Where is -this pond, please?”</p> - -<p>“Take a Fair Grounds car at Myrtle Street. -Or you can walk it in twenty minutes. You’ll find -it better than the river, I guess. You’re a -stranger here?”</p> - -<p>“I’ve been here just a few days.”</p> - -<p>“That so? I thought I’d seen you around -somewhere.” He had taken one of the skating -boots and, despite Joe’s protest, was replacing -the broken lace with the new one. “I know now; -I saw you at high school, didn’t I?”</p> - -<p>“I guess so. I started there Tuesday. I—I’ve -been living in Akron.”</p> - -<p>“Akron’s a nice town. You’ll like Amesville, -though, when you get acquainted. Have you met -many fellows at school yet?”</p> - -<p>“N-no, I haven’t. That is, some have spoken -to me, but I don’t really know anyone yet.”</p> - -<p>“You must, then. Start in by knowing me. -My name’s Pollock.” He smiled winningly and -reached a hand across. Joe smiled back and -clasped it.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span></p> - -<p>“Thanks. Mine is Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>“Sam!” called Pollock. The boy at the front -of the store, who had been gravely looking out -into the street, turned inquiringly. He didn’t -resemble the other in build or features, but there -was, nevertheless, a similarity between them that -Joe couldn’t explain. He wasn’t handsome, but -he had a nice pair of gray eyes and a generously -wide mouth that, although no smile curved it, -somehow seemed to proclaim good nature and -kindliness. In build he was heavier than his -friend, more sturdy, with a resolute way of planting -his feet that seemed to defy anything short -of an explosion of dynamite to move him until -he was ready to move. He approached in response -to Pollock’s hail.</p> - -<p>“Sam, I want you to know Mr. Faulkner,” said -Pollock. “Faulkner, this is Sam Craig. Sam’s -our baseball captain and a gentleman of much -wisdom.” The two shook hands, Joe a trifle embarrassedly, -Sam Craig with a slight lifting of -one corner of his serious mouth and an accompanying -lighting of the gray eyes.</p> - -<p>“How are you, Faulkner? I’ve seen you -around school, I think. Glad to meet you.” The -clasp was a very hearty one, almost painfully<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span> -hearty, and Joe worked his fingers afterwards to -see that they were still whole.</p> - -<p>“Faulkner,” continued Pollock, completing the -lacing of the boot, “is a stranger in our midst, -Sam. He’s just come from Akron. He says he -hasn’t got acquainted much yet. What’ll we do -about it? Our fair city has a world-wide reputation -for hospitality, you know, and it mustn’t be -marred.”</p> - -<p>“I’ve only been here since last Monday,” said -Joe. “I guess a fellow can’t expect to make -many acquaintances in that time.”</p> - -<p>“Going skating?” asked Sam.</p> - -<p>“Yes. He says the pond is better than the -river.”</p> - -<p>“It is. I was there yesterday; the river, I -mean. It isn’t safe more than fifty feet from -shore. Proctor’s Pond is the best place just now. -I’m going down there myself. If you’d like to -come along I’ll show you the way.”</p> - -<p>“Thanks, yes, I’d be glad to.”</p> - -<p>“Do you play hockey?” asked Pollock.</p> - -<p>“No. I’ve never tried it.”</p> - -<p>“The team’s practising there this morning -and I thought that if you played you’d better get -Sam to work you in with the scrubs for a -try-out.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span></p> - -<p>“Thanks, but I don’t. I’m not a very good -skater, either.”</p> - -<p>“That makes no matter. Neither is Sam, but -they’ve got him playing goal. That’s the reason, -I guess. If Sam lets go of the goal he always -falls down.”</p> - -<p>Joe smiled politely as he paid for the lacing. -Sam paid no attention to the slur.</p> - -<p>“Tom wants to sell you a hockey-stick,” he -said calmly. “Just the same, if you’d like to try -it, now’s the time. We need fellows.”</p> - -<p>“I’d like to, but I’d be ashamed to,” laughed -Joe. “What I’d have to do first is learn to keep -on my feet.”</p> - -<p>“Just watch Sam, then,” said Tom Pollock. -“If he does a thing one way, you do it the other, -and you’ll be all right. I suppose I can’t sell you -a pair of gloves or a sweater, Faulkner?”</p> - -<p>“No, thanks. Not today, anyway. Maybe another -time——”</p> - -<p>“Don’t promise anything,” interrupted Sam. -“There’s a good store up the street. Shall we -start along?”</p> - -<p>“I’m all ready. Thanks for putting that lacing -in, Pollard.”</p> - -<p>“Pollock is the name,” said Tom. “Think of -a fish.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span></p> - -<p>“A fish?” asked Joe vaguely.</p> - -<p>“Yes. A pollock’s a fish, you know.”</p> - -<p>“And a mighty ugly, mean-looking fish, too,” -said Sam with one of his infrequent smiles. “Call -him what you like, Faulkner. Anything’s good -enough for him. Where’s that stick of mine, -Tom?”</p> - -<p>“Just where you left it, on top of the case up -there. Wish I could go along with you chaps. I -haven’t seen you crack the ice this Winter, Sam.”</p> - -<p>“I’m getting so I can fall soft now.” He -picked a hockey-stick, to which were attached -boots, skates and leg-pads, from the showcase -and moved toward the door. “See you later, -Tom. Come on, Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>Joe nodded to Tom Pollock and followed his -new acquaintance outside.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV<br /> -<small>JOE FINDS A FRIEND</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>“Walk or ride?” asked Sam, when they were on -the sidewalk.</p> - -<p>“Just as you like,” answered Joe. “Walk, if -you don’t mind.”</p> - -<p>“I’d rather.” And Sam set off along the street -at a brisk pace. “That’s the new Adams Building,” -he said presently, nodding toward the tall -structure across the street. “We’re rather proud -of it, as it’s our only skyscraper. The old one—it -wasn’t old, though—burned last Fall. I’ve -been working for the architects who are putting -that up.”</p> - -<p>“Really? It must have been a peach of a fire! -Was the old building as big as that one?”</p> - -<p>“Bigger. It had fourteen floors and this has -only twelve. The water pressure here isn’t good -enough yet for high buildings. That’s why we -left off seventeen feet this time. Still, this new -building’s fireproof from top to bottom and I -guess you could start a fire in it and have to lug<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]</span> -fuel to keep it going! Rather good-looking, isn’t -it?”</p> - -<p>“Awfully,” agreed Joe.</p> - -<p>“I suppose you’ve got office buildings in Akron -that beat it, but we think it’s some building. We -turn off here.”</p> - -<p>They left the busy part of town and walked -briskly along a residence street until, at last, -open country was reached. Sam, having exhausted -the subject of the new Adams Building, -didn’t have much to say and conversation was -desultory until Joe, hunting for a topic, remembered -baseball.</p> - -<p>“Pollock said you were captain of the baseball -team, didn’t he?” he questioned.</p> - -<p>Sam nodded. “Yes. Tom could have had it, -but he wouldn’t. So they hit on me.”</p> - -<p>“Pollock, you mean?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. He has charge of the sporting goods -department there at Cummings and Wright’s -and thought he wouldn’t have time to look after -the team. Where have you played?”</p> - -<p>“In Akron. Oh, you mean what position? -Last Spring I played first base for our Second -Team. How—how did you know I played at all?”</p> - -<p>“Felt that crooked finger of yours. Break it?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, and didn’t know it for a couple of days.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span> -Thought it was just a strain. Then when it came -out of the splints it had an out-curve. I guess -I’ll have to have it broken again some day and -set right.”</p> - -<p>“Well, it didn’t <em>look</em> so bad,” said Sam judicially. -“I happened to notice it when we shook -hands. We’ll be glad to have another candidate -for the bases. You’ll have a couple of pretty -good fellows to fight, but I wouldn’t be surprised -if you made good somewhere. How are you at -the bat?”</p> - -<p>Joe shook his head ruefully. “Pretty rotten -last year. I used to hit pretty well when I was -on the grammar school team, but I guess the -pitching was awfully soft. I suppose you begin -practice indoors some time next month?”</p> - -<p>“About the middle. You’ll have a chance to -get your batting-eye. We usually put the fellows -through a good deal of bunting work in the cage. -It seems to help a lot when they get outdoors. -There’s the pond over there. Let’s cut across -here; it’s shorter.”</p> - -<p>The pond was some three acres in extent, and -was long and narrow, curving back around the -shoulder of a hill and looking at first glance like -a river. As Joe and his guide climbed a rail-fence -and crossed a snow-covered meadow, following<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span> -a well-trodden track, the pond proved to -be well populated. Skaters were gliding and -turning, many armed with hockey-sticks, and at -the nearer end of the ice two sets of goal-posts -were in place. Some of the hockey players had -already thrown aside their coats and were warming -up, their blue-stockinged legs twinkling over -the glassy surface.</p> - -<p>“We usually practise on the river,” explained -Sam, “but it isn’t good enough yet. We’ve got -some nets, but there’s no way of getting them out -here, and so we just use the posts. They’re mean -things, though; always getting pushed out of -place. Come over here and meet some of the -fellows.”</p> - -<p>Sam’s appearance was vociferously hailed by -a knot of boys at the edge of the ice. Some of -the younger fellows had started a fire there and -were scurrying around, far and near, for fuel. -Joe was introduced to seven or eight chaps, many -of whose names he either didn’t catch or promptly -forgot. Those he did recall later were Arbuckle, -Morris and Strobe. Arbuckle proved to be the -coach, although he was apparently no older than -several of the players, and Morris was the captain. -Morris, whose first name was Sidney and -who was universally called Sid, was a handsome<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span> -chap, lean, well-conditioned, and a marvel on -skates. He was of about Sam Craig’s age. -Arbuckle was a heavier fellow of eighteen and -bore signs on his upper lip of an incipient -mustache. Strobe Joe remembered chiefly because -his name was unusual, although the latter -wasn’t certain whether it was Strobe or Strode -at the time.</p> - -<p>They were all far too interested in hockey to -pay more than passing attention to the stranger -and Joe presently retired from the group and -donned his skates. By the time he was ready for -the ice Steve Arbuckle had blown his whistle and -fourteen eager youths were racing and twisting -about after the flying puck. In front of the First -Team’s goal Sam Craig, sweatered and padded, -leaned on his broad-bladed stick and calmly -watched. Then a Second Team forward somehow -stole the puck from under Captain Morris’s -nose and, digging the points of his skates, slanted -down the rink, dodging and feinting, until only -the point remained between him and goal-keeper. -Behind him the pursuit sped, but he was -due for a shot if he could fool the point, and fool -the point he did. Away slid the puck to the right, -the charging Second Team forward twirled, recovered -as the point missed his check, got the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]</span> -puck again before the coverpoint could reach it -and charged straight at goal from the right.</p> - -<p>Sam Craig, still apparently calm and unflustered, -refused the challenge to go out and meet -him. Instead, he closed his padded knees together, -held his stick across his body and waited. -The Second Team player shot from six feet away, -shot hard and straight. There was a <em>thud</em>, the -puck slammed against Sam’s knee and was gently -brushed aside as Sid Morris, skating like a whirlwind, -rushed past, hooked it expertly, swung -around behind the goal and set off again down -the ice. The Second Team forward, who had so -nearly scored, was already back in line, quite untroubled -by his failure, and Joe identified him as -Strobe. Sidney lost the puck a moment later and -the whistle shrilled for off-side. Joe watched -until the First Team had finally penetrated the -adversary’s defence and scored its first goal and -then went off up the pond to skate. Since most -of the fellows were watching the hockey he had -the upper reaches of the ice practically to himself.</p> - -<p>Joe was only a fair skater, and now, swinging -along and following the curving shore, he found -himself envying the ability of those chaps on the -hockey teams. It must, he thought, be fine to be -able to skate as they did, to feel as much at home<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span> -on steel runners as on leather, and he wondered -if any amount of practice would ever enable him -to duplicate their marvellous feats. He wished -he could play hockey, too. It looked mighty exciting. -Experimentally, he turned and started to -skate backward, zigzagging as he had seen the -Second Team’s coverpoint do. All went well for -a minute, but then he raised his hands to the sky, -followed them with his feet and went down on -his head and shoulders. He had quite a nice slide, -but he wasn’t able to enjoy it much, since he was -too busy watching the vari-coloured stars that -flashed in front of his closed eyes. When he -stopped sliding he felt gingerly of his head, -grinned and climbed carefully to his feet -again.</p> - -<p>“That’s what you get,” he murmured, “for -trying to be smart.”</p> - -<p>However, when he had got his breath again he -was ready for more experiments and tried the -inner edge-roll with fair success, and, becoming -more ambitious, essayed a figure eight. But that -didn’t go very smoothly, and since by that time -he had neighbours about him he stopped his -capers. One of the neighbours skated toward -him, but Joe paid no heed to him until he swung -around and came to a stop a few feet away.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]</span></p> - -<p>“Do it slower and you’ll get it all right,” observed -the boy pleasantly. Joe saw then that he -was Strobe. He had pulled a faded blue sweater -on and still carried his stick. He was a merry-faced -fellow, with good features, bright blue eyes -and a good deal of colour in his cheeks. He was -evidently about sixteen and rather tall for that -age. He smiled in friendly fashion as Joe glanced -up and stopped so awkwardly that he almost fell -into Strobe’s arms.</p> - -<p>“It isn’t hard,” the latter continued. “Like -this. See?” He described a circle on the outer -edge, changed to the inner and completed the -figure slowly and gracefully.</p> - -<p>“I know very well it isn’t hard,” replied Joe, -“but it’s hard for me because I’m a perfectly -punk skater.”</p> - -<p>Strobe laughed. “Oh, well, practice is all you -need. Can you do the ‘Figure 3’?”</p> - -<p>“Pretty well. I guess you have to learn to -skate when you’re about five years old to do it -decently. Like swimming. I never skated much -until two years ago.”</p> - -<p>“I started when I was about eight, I guess,” -laughed Strobe. “Know this one?”</p> - -<p>“This one” was a “Maltese Cross” so perfectly -done that every loop was the same to an<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span> -inch. Joe watched and sighed in envious admiration. -“That’s dandy,” he said. “It’s like the -‘cross-cut’ only there’s more of it.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, the ‘cross-cut’ repeated three times. It -isn’t hard, really. You could learn it in an hour.”</p> - -<p>“I couldn’t learn it in a month,” replied Joe -disgustedly. “I can’t even skate backwards -without bumping my head on the ice.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I’ve bumped mine often enough. That’s -part of the education. I’ve seen some perfectly -wonderful stars in my time!” He started to -skate and Joe joined him.</p> - -<p>“You’re not playing any more?” asked the latter, -as the shrill sound of a whistle from around -the shoulder of the hill told him that the game -was still on.</p> - -<p>“No. Sidell’s got my place for this half. -There’s a half-dozen of us all trying for a wing -position on the Second, and Steve has his hands -full giving us each a show.” He chuckled softly. -“He forgot in the first half and let me play right -through.”</p> - -<p>“Hockey must be good fun,” mused Joe, -secretly trying to copy his companion’s ease of -motion.</p> - -<p>“Bully. I wish I could play better and make -the First.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span></p> - -<p>“I thought you did finely when you skated -down and tried that shot,” said Joe.</p> - -<p>“Mostly luck. Besides, tries don’t count; it’s -only goals. And I ought to have got that in that -time. It was up to me to skate past and push it -in instead of whanging it. You can’t get the puck -past Sam Craig that way. I knew it, too, only I -thought I’d be smart. Let’s go up and watch -them. Mind?”</p> - -<p>“No, I’d like to,” replied Joe.</p> - -<p>They joined the line of spectators along the -side of the supposititious rink, being frequently -obliged to flee before the slashing sticks or plunging -forms of the players, and witnessed the final -decisive triumph of the First Team by a score -of seven goals to two. A few of the players remained -to practise further, but most of them, accompanied -by a full half of their audience, crossed -a field to where, a quarter of a mile distant, a -blue-sided trolley-car was waiting outside the -board fence of the Fair Grounds to start its noon -journey townwards. <a href="#i_p054">Joe found himself still in -the company of Strobe</a>, and was well satisfied, -since there was something about the other chap -that drew him. They were chatting quite intimately -by the time the car was reached, and when -they got out at Main Street Strobe lengthened<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span> -his own journey homeward by several blocks in -order to pursue the new acquaintanceship.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p054"> - <img src="images/i_p054.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <div class="caption"> - <p class="noic"><a href="#Page_54">Joe found himself still in the company of Strobe</a></p> - </div> -</div> - -<p>Joe found out then and during the next meeting -that Jack Strobe—his full name was Jackson—was -in Joe’s class at school, that he lived -on Temple Street, that he played left field on the -nine, that he was two months older than Joe, that -his father was the senior partner of Strobe and -Wonson, whose big jewelry store Joe had noticed -on Main Street, and several other more or less -interesting facts. It was only when Joe was in -the house that he recollected that he had failed -to take leave of Sam Craig. He had meant to -thank him for taking him out to the pond, but -had been so absorbed in this red-cheeked, blue-eyed -Strobe chap that he had quite forgotten -Sam’s existence. He hoped the latter wasn’t -thinking him uncivil, and resolved to make an -apology at the first opportunity. He had agreed -to go around in the afternoon and call on Jack -Strobe, and at a little after two was being ushered -by a maid through the rather ornate front door -of the Strobe mansion and into a cosy sitting-room—or -perhaps it was a library, since there -were two large bookcases flanking the fireplace, -in which a soft-coal fire was sputtering greasily. -Jack came charging down the stairs and at once<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span> -haled the visitor up to the third floor, where, on -the back of the house, overlooking a wide vista -of snowy roofs and distant country, Jack had his -own particular sanctum.</p> - -<p>It was a big square room lighted by three windows -set close together, and at first glance looked -like a museum or a curio shop. Almost every -inch of wall space was covered with pictures, -posters or trophies of some kind, with snowshoes, -tennis rackets, foils and mask, Indian moccasins, -a couple of small-bore rifles, a battered lacrosse -stick depended against them. A long, cushioned -seat stood under the windows and was piled with -brightly-coloured pillows. The floor was bare -save for a few scattered rugs. A brass bed, a -chiffonier, an immense study table, two comfortable -armchairs and several straight-backed chairs -comprised the principal furnishings, but by no -means all. Near the windows was a smaller table, -holding wireless instruments. A set of bookshelves, -evidently home-made—Jack referred to -them as being “near-Mission”—held a miscellaneous -collection of volumes ranging from “Zig-Zag -Journeys” to the latest juvenile thriller, presented -last Christmas, and including all sorts of -old school-books with worn backs. An old seaman’s -chest stood against a wall, the repository<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span> -for abandoned toys and devices. One end was -decorated with the legend, apparently inscribed -with a brush dipped in shoe-blacking: “Captain -Kidd His Chest! Beware!!” One corner of the -room held an assortment of fishing-rods, golf-clubs -and hockey-sticks, and another a pair of -skiis, two canoe paddles, and a camera tripod. -The camera itself stood nearby, neighboured by a -jig-saw, and a stereopticon sat beside it. Joe -gazed and marvelled.</p> - -<p>“You’ve got about everything there is up here, -haven’t you?” he exclaimed. “Is that a wireless -set? How’s it work? I never saw one near-to.”</p> - -<p>The instruments were duly explained, not over-enthusiastically, -since Jack had lost interest in -wireless telegraphy after a year of devotion, and -then Joe made a tour of the room, examining and -questioning and enjoying himself hugely. Later -various scrap-books and stamp-books were pulled -from under the window-seat and looked over, and -finally, having still only partly exhausted the -wonders, the two boys settled down amongst the -cushions and talked. That afternoon sped like -magic. Almost before they realised it the room -was in twilight and from across town came the -hoarse sound of the five o’clock whistle at the -carpet mills. Whereupon Joe said he must go,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58]</span> -and Jack, remonstrating, led him downstairs, -helped him on with his coat, and accompanied -him to the steps. There:</p> - -<p>“What are you doing tonight?” he asked very -carelessly.</p> - -<p>“Nothing special,” replied Joe quite as disinterestedly.</p> - -<p>There was a pause. Finally:</p> - -<p>“I might run in for a minute,” announced Jack. -“I’m going downtown anyway and——”</p> - -<p>“Wish you would.”</p> - -<p>“Your aunt won’t mind?”</p> - -<p>“Of course not. I haven’t much to show you, -though. My room’s just a box, you know.”</p> - -<p>“That’s all right. We can talk some more. -About eight?”</p> - -<p>“Before, if you can.”</p> - -<p>“Half-past seven?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. Don’t forget.”</p> - -<p>“I won’t. So long, Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>“So long. And thanks for—everything.”</p> - -<p>Jack laughed shortly. “I haven’t done anything. -See you later.”</p> - -<p>“Sure!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59"></a>[59]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V<br /> -<small>HOCKEY AND JUST TALK</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>That was the beginning of a friendship that -lasted—well, so far as I know, it’s still lasting -and seems likely to continue lasting indefinitely. -In the course of time the inseparable chums were -facetiously referred to as the “two Jays” or the -“Joejacks.” Months later each acknowledged, -a trifle shamefacedly, since the acknowledgment -bordered on sentiment, that he had taken to the -other at the moment of their first meeting. That -was as near an expression of affection as they -came to, but within a week of that day at Proctor’s -Pond Joe would have jumped off the top -of the Adams Building if by so doing he could -have benefited his friend, and Jack would have -just as readily plunged into the river from the -railroad bridge had a similar result impended. -And since Jack at that time couldn’t swim a -stroke, his deed would have compared favourably -with Joe’s as a token of esteem!</p> - -<p>Neither, however, was required to undertake<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span> -such feats of self-sacrifice. Perhaps the nearest -approach to them occurred when Joe stood about -on the ice, with the thermometer hovering around -zero, his feet numb and his fingers aching, while -he admiringly watched Jack struggle for a position -on the First Team, or when Jack, as became -his custom when duties allowed, tramped by Joe’s -side through slush or sleet or rain over Route 6! -They were together whenever it was possible, -and when it wasn’t they were either signalling -across schoolrooms or using up Mr. Strobe’s and -Aunt Sarah’s monthly allowance of telephone -calls.</p> - -<p>January passed into history very happily for -Joe. He was earning enough to pay Aunt Sarah -all but fifty cents a week for his accommodations, -he was doing well at his studies, he was getting -cheerful letters every few days from his mother, -and he was enjoying the jolliest, finest sort of -friendship. When the hockey team journeyed to -Preston Mills to play the academy fellows and -Jack went along as a possible necessary substitute -forward, Joe went along also and huddled -in his coat on a settee and held Jack’s ulster and -saw the Brown-and-Blue go down in defeat to the -tune of four to three in an overtime contest, and -mourned with the others on the way back, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span> -with them vowed dire vengeance when Preston -paid a return visit. That day a substitute delivered -Joe’s papers and he was short fifty cents -the following Monday and went without pocket-money -for a whole week. But he didn’t mind—much. -It was worth more than that, much more, -to accompany Jack to Preston Mills.</p> - -<p>The hockey team didn’t meet with defeat on -all occasions, however, although it can’t be denied -that, in spite of the best endeavours of coach, -captain, and players, they ended the season with -fewer victories than beatings. But they did overwhelm -Preston Academy nicely the first week in -February and found the revenge sweet. The ice -was in miserable shape that afternoon, for there -had been a thaw, and the visitors suffered more in -consequence than did the home team, for the -latter had cannily spent the forenoon practising -under the adverse conditions. The game was -played on the river and inside a regular barrier -and with net goals. Jack had at last proven his -right to a place amongst the First Team substitutes, -and in the second period that afternoon he -went further and showed that he was as good a -right-wing as high school could put on the ice. -And Joe, excitedly and noisily admiring, was -filled with triumph.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span></p> - -<p>The score was two to one in Amesville’s favour -when the whistle started the second half and Sid -Morris faced off with the opposing centre. Each -seven had shown a good defence and Amesville’s -second goal had been rather in the nature of an -accident, the puck slipping around the corner of -the net when four or five sticks had been poking -and hooking at it in a half-inch of water and the -goal-tender’s skate had for an instant slipped -aside. It was still anybody’s battle from all indications -and both teams started in in whirlwind -fashion. Preston’s gray-legged warriors kept -the Brown-and-Blue busy for the first five minutes -and hammered shot after shot at Sam Craig’s -anatomy. Amesville forgot team-play in the -effort to keep the enemy away from the goal, with -the result that Preston fooled her time and again -and forced the playing until Sid’s shrill appeals -to “Take it away from them, High School!” -rose high above the rattling of sticks, the grinding -of skates, and the inarticulate cries of the -players. Only an off-side play prevented a score -for Preston four minutes after the whistle, for a -hard, low shot got safely past Sam’s shins and -into the net. But on the face-off it was Jack -Strobe who stole the disc from between the feet -of the two opponents and who, passing once<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span> -across the rink to Captain Morris and drawing -the coverpoint from position, took the puck on -the return, upset the point and slashed past the -goal-tender for Amesville’s third tally.</p> - -<p>How Joe cheered and shouted! And how all -the others did, too; all save the handful of faithful -Prestonians who had journeyed down with -their team! There was still nearly fifteen minutes -of actual time left and Amesville, encouraged, -recovered from her confusion and took the -whip-hand. Time and again Jack and Sidney -Morris, working together as though they had -played side by side for years, swept the enemy -off its feet and rushed down the ice with the puck, -eluding the defence more often than not, and -making shot after shot at goal. That Preston -Academy was only tallied on five times in that -second half was only because neither Sidney nor -Jack nor the other forwards, Hale and Simpson, -who infrequently found an opportunity to bombard -the net, were especially clever shots. But -Amesville was well satisfied with the final result -of the game. Seven to one was decisive enough -to more than atone for the defeat at Preston -Mills. Joe walked back with his hero and was as -proud as Punch.</p> - -<p>It was that evening that Joe voiced a regret<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span> -that had been troubling him for some time. The -two boys were in Joe’s room, and Jack, a bit lame -and more or less bruised, was stretched on the -bed, something that Aunt Sarah would not have -approved of. Aunt Sarah, however, was getting -used to having boys around and was making the -discovery that laws made for grown-up folks cannot -always be applied to youths. At first Jack’s -almost daily appearance at the door, followed by -his polite inquiry, “Is Joe in, Miss Teele?” was -greeted by doubtful, sharp glances. Then Jack’s -smiles melted the ice, and Aunt Sarah confided -to Joe one day that that Strobe boy seemed real -nice. A day or two later, Joe, returning from his -newspaper delivering, found that a strip of gray -linen had been laid over the stair carpet and continued -along the upper hallway to his door. Aunt -Sarah, while reconciled to visitors, was not going -to have her carpet worn out.</p> - -<p>“I wish,” said Joe this evening, “that I could -do something.”</p> - -<p>“What do you mean, do something?” asked -Jack lazily, turning slightly to take his weight off -a lame hip.</p> - -<p>“Something like other fellows,” explained -Joe frowningly. “I can’t play hockey or basketball -or tennis or—or even skate! I can’t play<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span> -football, either. Most fellows can do two or three -things well. I’m no good at anything.”</p> - -<p>“Piffle!” said Jack. “You play baseball, -don’t you? And you can skate pretty well.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, like a ton of bricks! As for baseball, -well, yes, I can catch a ball if it’s thrown at me -and I can bat a little and I’m fairly fast on bases. -But I’m no wonder at it. I want to play something -decently, Jack.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose you’re making things out worse -than they really are. Any fellow can do those -stunts if he tries hard enough. Funny you don’t -play tennis, though. Why?”</p> - -<p>“I never cared for it. I guess the reason I -don’t do things is because I never wanted to -much before. Beside, at home—in Akron—I was -always pretty busy with other things. I—I -studied pretty hard——”</p> - -<p>“There you are, then!” said Jack triumphantly. -“Don’t you know that a fellow can’t be -a grind and a great athlete, too? Look at me. -You don’t find me being pointed out as an example -of conduct, do you? You didn’t see my bookcase -stuffed with prize volumes, did you? Ever -hear of me getting an A, or even a B-plus, in -anything? Answer, <em>No</em>, with a capital N! A -chap simply has to choose, Joey, whether he is<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span> -to make his mark one way or the other. I chose -the other. It’s more fun.”</p> - -<p>“You’re talking a lot of rot. I happen to know -that you were pretty near the head in your class -last year. And you never have any trouble with -your studies. Besides, I was reading not long -ago that the principal athletes at one of the colleges -in the East—either Yale or Harvard, I -think—were ’way up in their studies; honour men -and things like that.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, if you believe the newspapers——”</p> - -<p>“Newspapers are a heap more truthful than -folks,” interrupted Joe. “I’ve heard my father -say that lots of times. Anyway, it’s silly to say -a fellow can’t study and go in for athletics, too. -Look at Sam Craig. He plays baseball, football, -and hockey, you told me. And he’s ’way up in -his class.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you’re going to prove things I shan’t -argue,” sighed Jack. “It’s no fun arguing when -the other fellow insists on proving he’s right. -It—it puts you at a disadvantage. Anyway, all -that’s got nothing to do with what we were talking -about. You said you wished you could do -something. I say you can play baseball. That’s -something, isn’t it? I’d rather make the nine -than the hockey team any day.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span></p> - -<p>“You’ve made both,” replied Joe disconsolately. -“I don’t believe I’ll ever make anything.”</p> - -<p>“A couple of piffles! In two months you’ll be -holding down first or second base. I wish you’d -beat out Frank Foley for first, Joe. If you’ll do -that I’ll present you with anything I own. I’ll -give you an order on dad for a diamond sun-burst -or a chest of silver. Mind, I don’t say you’d get -the things; but I’ll give you the order.”</p> - -<p>“Who’s Frank Foley?” asked Joe.</p> - -<p>“What? You’ve never heard of ‘Handsome -Frank’? For the love of lemons, don’t let him -hear you, Joey! Why, Frank is our Adonis, our -Beau Brummel, our—our——”</p> - -<p>“Well, what is he when he isn’t Brummeling?”</p> - -<p>“There ain’t no such time. He’s always on -that job. Frank is the life of our little parties -on all occasions. He has his nails manicured -every day and sends to Cleveland or Chicago or -somewhere for his neckties—only he calls them -scarves. Frank is some swell, believe me! You -surely must have seen him.”</p> - -<p>“Tall and sort of bored-looking? Wears a -greenish Norfolk suit?”</p> - -<p>“Yep, that’s Frank. You can’t always tell -him by that green suit, though, for he has half a -dozen if he has one. I don’t see how he does it,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span> -because his father hasn’t much coin, they say. -He’s division superintendent on the railroad. -I’ll bet he keeps his father poor. Anyway, he’s -our best little dresser and we’re mighty proud -of him.”</p> - -<p>“You didn’t sound so a moment ago.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I’ll tell you.” Jack changed his position -with a suppressed groan. “As a thing of -beauty, so to speak, as a—a picturesque feature -of the local landscape—say, that’s pretty good, -isn’t it? Picturesque feature of the local landscape!—Well, -as one of those things he’s fine and -we’re proud as can be of him. If a circus came -to town we’d trot Frank out and simply run away -with the honors. But as a—a regular fellow he -won’t do. He’s too—oh, I don’t know what he -is. I don’t like him for so many reasons that I -can’t think of the first one. I always have a -fearful temptation to walk on his shoes and take -the shine off or bang a snowball against his hat -or tie him down and put a little natural dirt -under his finger-nails. Mind you, Joey, I love -clean finger-nails”—he shoved his hands under -him as he spoke—“but I hate to have a fellow -dazzle my eyes every time he moves his hands! -Besides, I object to green Norfolks and green -hats with the bows in the wrong place and fancy<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span> -vests—waistcoats, I mean! Gee, I’m glad Frank -didn’t hear me call ’em vests! The trouble with -Handsome Frank is that he’s a good-looker and -someone’s told him about it. He can’t forget it -for a minute. Now, I’m a handsome brute, Joey, -and you’re not as homely as you might be, but -we don’t go around throwing our chests out and -trying to look like—like a work of art, do we? -And we don’t dress up like a horse, do we? And -we don’t polish our finger-nails till they shine -like nice little pink pearls, do we? Let’s see -yours. No, we don’t!”</p> - -<p>“Well, if he’s like that I shouldn’t expect him -to play anything as rough and rude as baseball,” -said Joe.</p> - -<p>“No, would you? And yet he does. And he -plays football, too, which is a degree and a half -rougher and ruder. As a matter of fact, Joe, -Handsome Frank is a corking good first baseman, -and no slouch of a tackle. He’s the fellow you’ll -have to fight hardest for first, if you’ve set your -heart on that position.”</p> - -<p>“I haven’t. I’d be a silly chump to. I don’t -believe I play well enough to get a show with the -Second Team.”</p> - -<p>“Two more orders of piffle, and have them -hot! Don’t assume that attitude, Joey. Don’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span> -tell folks you’re no good. They might believe -you. I’ve noticed folks are more likely -to believe you when you tell them you’re rotten -than when you crack yourself up. You keep a -still mouth, old chap, and if anyone says ‘What -was your batting average last year, Mr. Faulkner?’ -or ‘What was your fielding average?’ you -dust a speck off your sleeve and look ’em square -in the eye and say, careless-like, ‘I batted for -three-twenty-seven and fielded for a little over -four hundred!’ They won’t believe you, but -they’ll think ‘If he can lie as well as that he -must play a pretty good game of ball!’”</p> - -<p>“Jack, you’re an awful chump tonight,” -laughed his chum. “What does your friend -Frank do when he gets some dust on his hands -fielding a ball or soils his trousers sliding to -base? Does he stop the game and telephone for -a manicure and a whisk-broom?”</p> - -<p>“No. He bears it wonderfully. Oh, I suppose -I’ve made him out worse than he is. I just don’t -like him. Still, I’m not the only one, by a long -shot. You’d have trouble finding many fellows -who do like him. But he can play baseball and -he’s a peach of a baseman. He’s not much at -hitting, though. Are you, Joe?”</p> - -<p>“Fairly rotten, thanks.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span></p> - -<p>“Well, that won’t do. You dig hard when -practice begins. Find your batting-eye, Joey. -Then, if you can hold down first base decently -well, you might oust Mr. Foley. I’d consider it -a personal favour if you did.”</p> - -<p>“Seems to me it’s a good thing you don’t actually -hate Foley. If you did you’d insist on having -him thrown into the river or browned in oil! -When you take a dislike to me, please let me -know, Jack, so I can beat it while the beating’s -good.”</p> - -<p>“Well,” replied Jack cheerfully, “I’m like -that, I guess. If I like a fellow I like him a lot. -If I dislike him I haven’t any use for him. I -suppose it’s my ardent Spanish nature.”</p> - -<p>“Your <em>what</em>?”</p> - -<p>“Yep. You see, Joey, about three or maybe -four hundred years ago I had a Spanish ancestor. -Spaniards, you know, are hot-blooded, desperate -rascals. Whenever I do anything real -wicked I lay it to that ancestor. It’s a convenience.”</p> - -<p>“You and your old ancestor!” scoffed Joe. -“Say, what sort of practice do we do in the baseball -cage?”</p> - -<p>“Naturally, we do tatting and plain sewing.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, cut it out, Jack! Honest, what can you<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span> -do indoors? I never saw anyone practise baseball -in a cage.”</p> - -<p>“Batteries get the most out of it, Joe. But -we all go through a certain amount of stuff. -Bat’s a great believer in setting-up exercises, for -one thing. He keeps us at that for a week or so -before we’re allowed to touch a ball. Then the -pitchers and catchers work together and we have -a batting session each day and we slide to base -and—and pass, of course.”</p> - -<p>“Bat’s the coach, isn’t he?”</p> - -<p>“Yep. Mr. Bennet A. Talbot; B, A, T, Bat. -He’s a good sort, too. And knows a baseball -from a rosy-cheeked apple, if anyone should enquire. -He’s all right. I’m strong for Bat.”</p> - -<p>“A good name for a baseball coach,” laughed -Joe.</p> - -<p>“The fact has been suggested before,” replied -Jack with a grin.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I didn’t suppose I was getting off a new -one. But, look here, you can’t do much hitting -in a little old cage, can you?”</p> - -<p>“Not if Tom Pollock’s pitching,” chuckled -Jack. “Why, you see, my ignorant friend, the -idea is not to knock the ball through the wires, -but to tap it politely. Bat will tell you that if -you can get your bat against the ball in the cage<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span> -you can do it when you get on the field. I don’t -know that he’s terrifically right about it, though. -I don’t believe it does any harm to roll bunts -around in the gym, but I do know that in my -own case as soon as we move outdoors and I take -a healthy swing at the ball it isn’t there! And -it takes me a week or so at the net to find it.”</p> - -<p>“They tell me you’re a peach of a batter,” said -Joe admiringly and a trifle enviously.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I connect sometimes. When I do they -travel. That’s all. I’m no H. R. Baker.”</p> - -<p>“Who’s he?” asked Joe innocently.</p> - -<p>“Ball-player. I’m going home. Your ignorance -may be catching. See you in the morning. -Who swiped my—Oh, here it is. So long, Joey!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI<br /> -<small>JOE HAS AN IDEA</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>Joe’s circle of friends and acquaintances widened. -He met many fellows through Jack, and -Jack seemed to know most of the better sort of -boys in the town. What sometimes puzzled Joe -was how it had happened that Jack, with so many -friends to choose from, had remained without a -special chum and had finally chosen him. Joe -got on very friendly terms with Tom Pollock and -became a great admirer of that youth. Anyone -with such a reputation as a pitcher and all-around -ball-player as Tom had would have won Joe’s -respect and regard in any case, but Tom was a -very likable chap besides. Sam Craig he saw -less of, although Sam was nice when they met, -and more than once reminded him of the approaching -fifteenth of February, on which day -baseball practice was to start indoors.</p> - -<p>By the beginning of February Joe was quite at -home in Amesville and had grown to like the place -thoroughly. He and Aunt Sarah were getting on<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span> -finely. Aunt Sarah was outwardly still the same -stern-visaged, sharp-voiced person, but Joe had -discovered that under that rather forbidding exterior -lay a very kind heart. Nowadays Aunt -Sarah’s principal mission in life appeared to be -the finding of new ways to please Joe, without, -if possible, allowing him to suspect it!</p> - -<p>Joe’s only cause for dissatisfaction was his -after-school work. In less than a fortnight indoor -practice would begin for the baseball squad, -and that meant that either he would have to give -up his newspaper route or abandon his hope of -making the nine. Consequently, he began to look -around harder than ever for some labour that he -might perform in the evenings. He consulted -Jack, of course, and Jack, while eager to aid, had -nothing to offer in the way of practical suggestions. -In the end, Joe solved the problem without -assistance.</p> - -<p>He and Jack happened to be in Pryor’s stationery -store one afternoon. Jack was buying -some fountain-pen ink and Joe strayed over to -the counter that held a not very large assortment -of magazines, together with the local newspapers -and a few papers from other cities of the State. -While he was turning the pages of a magazine a -well-dressed, middle-aged man came in and asked<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span> -for a Chicago <cite>Tribune</cite>. He was a travelling -salesman, Joe concluded. Whether he was or not, -he was contemptuously impatient when the clerk -informed him that they didn’t keep Chicago -papers.</p> - -<p>“Don’t, eh?” he demanded. “No, I suppose -you wouldn’t! I ought to have known it. You -folks in this town don’t seem to know there’s any -other place in the country. Still, you might have -heard of Chicago. It’s a little village in Illinois, -down near the lower end of Lake Michigan. -There’s a tree in front of it. They were talking -of building a horse-car line when I left. Got a -Cleveland paper, then?”</p> - -<p>The sarcasm was quite lost on the youthful -clerk. He only gazed in a puzzled fashion at the -annoyed customer and shook his head.</p> - -<p>“There ain’t any left,” he said indifferently. -“We had one this morning.”</p> - -<p>“You did? Think of that! One whole paper! -Say, you folks take a lot of risks, don’t you? -Just suppose you hadn’t sold it!” The irate -gentleman left the store abruptly and Joe followed -his departing figure with thoughtful eyes. -A moment later Jack completed his purchase and -they left the shop. It was well after five and, -although it was the custom for Joe to walk home<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span> -with Jack, this afternoon he pleaded duties and, -promising to go around after supper, watched -his friend lose himself in the throng. What Joe -did next would have occasioned Jack some curiosity -had he been there to see. Joe crossed the -street—the other side of the thoroughfare was -less congested at this time—and went slowly -northward for six blocks, his eyes busy all the -way. Then he crossed again and returned on the -first side. His travels took him over the busiest -portion of the street and left him finally four -blocks below the Adams Building. But what he -was looking for he hadn’t seen, and he shook his -head as he turned his steps northward again. -In front of the Adams Building a small newsboy -was selling the evening paper and Joe stopped.</p> - -<p>“Got a Cleveland paper?” he asked.</p> - -<p>The boy shook his head. “I don’t carry ’em,” -he said.</p> - -<p>“Columbus?”</p> - -<p>“Ain’t got nothin’ but the <cite>Recorder</cite>.”</p> - -<p>“That all you ever carry?”</p> - -<p>“Yep.”</p> - -<p>“Do you know where I can buy a Cleveland or -a Columbus paper?”</p> - -<p>“You might get ’em at Pryor’s, three blocks -up.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78]</span></p> - -<p>Joe retreated to the front of the building and -again looked about him. From the entrance beside -him quite a stream of folks were emerging -to hurry homewards. At least every other one -stopped to purchase a paper before going to the -car or walking away.</p> - -<p>“Hm,” said Joe thoughtfully. “I wonder, -now!”</p> - -<p>He entered the lobby of the office building and -studied it. On one side were the elevators. Behind -them a broad marble stairway started upward, -turning behind the cages, to the floor above. -The lobby was not large, but it was large enough -for the purpose Joe had in mind, and presently, -when the occupants of one elevator had pushed -out through the revolving doors, he stepped off -the little space between the first elevator and the -front wall of the building. A little less than -three yards he made it. The depth was five -feet. Joe half closed his eyes and studied it. -Then, jostled by another carful of departing occupants, -he made his way across to the directory -beside the elevators. It was evident that many -of the offices, and Joe decided that there must be -some two hundred of them, were still unoccupied, -although the building was now complete as to its -interior. A placard near at hand notified the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79"></a>[79]</span> -public that offices were to be rented of Joseph -Adams, Room 129. At that moment an elevator -descended and emptied itself, and the operator, -observing Joe at the directory, asked who he was -looking for.</p> - -<p>“Strobe,” replied Joe, giving the first name -that came to his mind.</p> - -<p>“Not here. Maybe he’s coming later. If you -mean John P. Strobe, his place is across the -street there, on the opposite corner. Jeweler, is -he?”</p> - -<p>Joe said he was and thanked the youth for the -direction. Then, looking about him at the unsurfaced -walls: “This is a pretty good building,” -he observed. The other nodded.</p> - -<p>“Best in this town, anyway. It wouldn’t cut -much ice in Cincinnati, I guess, but it’s pretty -good for Amesville.”</p> - -<p>“Are there many in it?”</p> - -<p>“Sure, and it’s filling up fast. The old man’s -renting two or three offices a day, I hear.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose there’ll be a news-stand here, won’t -there?”</p> - -<p>“News-stand? Search me! I haven’t heard of -any.”</p> - -<p>“I should think you’d need one. You must -have two or three hundred people in here.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span></p> - -<p>“Easy! There’s two hundred and eight offices, -and some has two or three people in ’em. Course, -they ain’t all rented yet, but——”</p> - -<p>The signal buzzed and the operator slammed -the door and shot out of sight just as another car -arrived. Joe made his way out with the throng -and hurried homeward, his mind very busy all -the way. At supper he was so preoccupied and -silent that Aunt Sarah tried to get him to describe -his symptoms and watched him depart for -Jack’s house with misgivings. Up in the big -room on the third floor Joe laid the scheme -before his chum. Jack was instantly enthusiastic.</p> - -<p>“It’s simply great!” he declared. “How’d -you ever think of it? But you’d sell other things -besides newspapers, wouldn’t you, Joey?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. Cigars, candy, magazines—anything I -could. You see, Jack, if folks who work in the -building know they can get such things right -there they’re pretty sure to deal with me. I -ought to sell a lot of cigars——”</p> - -<p>“And chewing-gum,” laughed Jack.</p> - -<p>“And newspapers, too. And I’d make a -specialty of carrying the Cincinnati and Cleveland -and Columbus papers, and the Chicago, too; -and maybe one of the New York papers. The<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span> -trouble is, though, that I’d have to have money -to start with, and I haven’t got it.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so.” Jack’s face fell. “How much -would you need?” he asked after a minute.</p> - -<p>“It’s hard to tell. Of course, I don’t know -what rent Mr. Adams would charge me, in the -first place. In fact, I don’t know yet that he will -rent the space at all. I wondered if your father -knew him well enough to speak a good word for -me, Jack.”</p> - -<p>“Of course he does! They’re thick as thieves. -I’ll get dad to go and see him with you if you -like. Want to go down and ask him now?”</p> - -<p>“No; wait a while. I was wondering——” -Joe was silent a minute. Then: “Have you any -money, Jack?”</p> - -<p>“Me? About a dollar. Want it?”</p> - -<p>“I wondered whether you had any in the bank -or——”</p> - -<p>“I have! I’d forgotten it. I’ve got about -sixty dollars, I think. But I don’t know whether -dad would want me to take it out, Joe. I’d lend -it to you in a minute if he’d let me, though.”</p> - -<p>“I wasn’t thinking of borrowing it,” said Joe. -“I was going to suggest that we go in together. -I think we could start with about fifty dollars. -We needn’t put in much of a stock at first, you<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span> -know. There’d be a month’s rent, say twenty -dollars, and we’d have to buy a few boxes of -cigars and we’d have to have a counter built. -Maybe we’d better say sixty dollars, to be on the -safe side. I haven’t figured on it yet, but I believe -we could do it for sixty. I thought that if -you’d put in half and take half the profits until -you were square——”</p> - -<p>“I get you, Joey! Half would be only thirty -dollars, wouldn’t it? I don’t believe dad would -mind my taking out that much. But could you -get the other thirty, Joey?”</p> - -<p>“I think so. I—I’ve got an idea that may -work. Anyway——”</p> - -<p>“Why couldn’t I put in the whole sixty if dad -will let me? In that way you wouldn’t have——”</p> - -<p>“It wouldn’t be wise,” said Joe. “I’m pretty -sure I can make the thing go and pay a good -profit, Jack, but if I happened to be wrong you’d -stand to lose your money. And sixty dollars -would be too much to drop. Besides, your father -wouldn’t let you put in that much when I wasn’t -putting in any.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe not. Let’s go down and talk to him -about it.”</p> - -<p>“No, let’s go over it first. There may be something -I’ve missed. Now, say Mr. Adams lets us<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span> -have the space for twenty a month; that’s enough, -although he may not think so; then we’ve got to -have a counter built and that will cost, say, ten -dollars. It’ll have to be made to look pretty -neat, you know; maybe it had better be imitation -mahogany. Then we’d arrange with the news -company for a small list of magazines. We’d -have to pay cash for those at first, but they don’t -cost much. Same way with the papers. There’s -good money in the <cite>Gazette</cite> and the <cite>Recorder</cite> at -two cents if you sell enough of them. Then we’d -want to put in some confectionery, like gum and -chocolate and package things. We can buy that -in Cincinnati and get as little as we want to start -on. At the end of the month we ought to have -enough for the next month’s rent and enough to -put in new stock. My idea would be to make the -stock bigger all the time, as we could afford it. -There wouldn’t be any other expenses, would -there? Can you think of any?”</p> - -<p>Jack couldn’t. “It looks perfectly safe to me,” -he said, “because the rent is the only thing we’d -have to worry about, isn’t it? I mean, we needn’t -have more cigars and other things at a time than -we could sell right away.”</p> - -<p>“That’s the idea. We’ve got to begin in a -small way and expand. We won’t lay out a cent<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span> -more than we have to. Then, if it shouldn’t prove -a go we wouldn’t be stung very much. The -papers, you know, are returnable, so we wouldn’t -get stuck on those. Some of the magazines are, -too, I think.”</p> - -<p>“Hold on!” exclaimed Jack suddenly. “Who’s -going to tend shop? We’ll be in school all day -up to three o’clock. Bet you hadn’t thought of -that!”</p> - -<p>“You must think I’m a good deal of an idiot,” -laughed Joe. “I’ll tell you my scheme. I -thought I could go down there in the morning -and get things fixed. We’d have a box on the -corner with a slot in it and when anyone bought -anything they could drop the money in the box. -Then, after school——”</p> - -<p>“Suppose they didn’t!” interrupted his chum. -“Seems to me that’s pretty risky!”</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe so. You put folks on their -honour like that and they’ll appreciate it and act -square. I’ll bet we won’t lose half a dollar a -month, Jack.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you’ve got a lot of faith, Joey. Still, -you may be right at that. Come to think of it, -I guess you are. All right. And then after school -we could go down there and tend shop, eh?”</p> - -<p>“When we didn’t have to practise.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span></p> - -<p>“That’s so. I’d forgotten practice. Well, on -Saturdays we could be there all day, eh? That -would be a lot of fun. I’ve always wanted to be -a merchant and sell things. ‘Cigars? Yes, sir. -I think you’ll like these. We make them ourselves -and know just what goes into them, sir. -Two for five, please. Thank you, sir. Come -again if you live!’ That’s the stuff, isn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Fine!” laughed Joe. “Now let’s go down -and hear what your father says.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII<br /> -<small>PARTNERS</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>Five days later the news-stand in the lobby of the -Adams Building was ready for business.</p> - -<p>It had all been extremely simple and easy. Mr. -Strobe had not only consented to use his influence -with Mr. Adams, but had declared that he believed -the investment of thirty dollars in the enterprise -to be a good stroke of business. In fact, -Jack’s father became the most enthusiastic of the -three that evening when the matter was broached -to him. If, he said, Jack didn’t want to go into -partnership with Joe he’d be glad to take a half -interest himself! A news-stand in the Adams -Building ought to be a money-maker, and he wondered -that someone hadn’t thought of it before. -Thereupon Joe suggested anxiously that perhaps -someone had, and wasn’t satisfied until Jack’s -father had called Mr. Adams up on the telephone -and ascertained that the privilege had not been -disposed of and that Mr. Adams was quite willing -to confer with them tomorrow in the matter.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span></p> - -<p>Mr. Joseph Adams was president and principal -owner of the big carpet mills and held title to -much residence and store property throughout -the town. He was about forty-two years of age, -a much younger man than Joe had expected to -find when, led by Mr. Strobe, they entered his -office in the new building early the next morning. -The business was completed in rather less than -five minutes. Mr. Strobe stated what was wanted, -Joe answered a question as to proposed location -of the stand, they all descended to view the spot, -and Mr. Adams then said: “I’m agreeable. -Rent free until the first of March. After that, -eighteen dollars a month. Keep everything clean -and neat. Come around this afternoon and I’ll -have a lease ready for you.”</p> - -<p>When they returned at half-past three Mr. -Adams said: “One thing I neglected to speak -of, boys. About your counter and showcase, now; -better let me attend to those, I guess. I don’t -want anything that clashes with the finish down -there. I’ve got Mayer coming here in about ten -minutes. He’s the boss-carpenter. I thought -we’d decide what was wanted and he could go -ahead and put it up. The walls are cream white -down there and I think we’d ought to have the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span> -stand to match. That suit you? What had you -thought of?”</p> - -<p>“Mahogany, sir,” replied Joe. “That is, imitation -mahogany. But I think cream white would -look better.”</p> - -<p>“I guess so. Now, look here.” Mr. Adams -drew a sheet of paper towards him and sketched -roughly. “A row of shelves across to here; sliding -doors at the back; panelled in front. Then a -flap counter the rest of the way; lift it up to get -in, you know; crawl under if you’d rather. Now -what about shelves at the back? Need them? -They wouldn’t look well, I guess.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t think so,” replied Joe. “I guess we’d -have room for everything on the counter and in -the showcase. I—I hadn’t thought about a -showcase, though, Mr. Adams. Won’t it cost a -good deal?”</p> - -<p>“Twelve dollars and sixty cents. I priced it. -That needn’t worry you, though; I’m paying for -the whole thing.”</p> - -<p>“Oh!” murmured Joe. “I didn’t understand.”</p> - -<p>“That’s great!” exclaimed Jack.</p> - -<p>Mr. Adams smiled. “Doing it for my own protection. -I’d rather have something that looked -solid and substantial there. I don’t want anything<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span> -cheap, you know. Here’s Mayer now,” he -added as a clerk appeared at the door. “Let’s -go down and see what’s to be done.”</p> - -<p>Joe thought he had never encountered anyone -who could rush a thing through as Mr. Adams -could. It took him about three minutes to explain -his ideas to the carpenter and when he had -finished, that gentleman, a taciturn man with a -long head and a Scotch burr, could suggest no -improvements.</p> - -<p>“All right, then,” said Mr. Adams briskly. -“Get right at it, Mayer. Have it done—when do -you want it, boys?”</p> - -<p>“Whenever it’s convenient, sir. There’s -no——”</p> - -<p>“This is Saturday. Get it done by Wednesday, -Mayer. See that you get a good dull enamel on -it, like the walls. Make a good, finished job.”</p> - -<p>The boss-carpenter nodded. Then: “How -about the light, sir?” he inquired.</p> - -<p>“Light? That’s so. Ought to be one back of -the counter. See Purley and Ferris about that -and tell them to put up a small dome light, same -design as the others here. That’s all, I guess.”</p> - -<p>A moment later he was being shot upwards in -an elevator, Mr. Mayer was silently measuring -with a pocket rule, and Joe and Jack, their lease<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span> -in Joe’s pocket, sought the sidewalk. Outside, -Jack capered gleefully. “Nearly a month’s rent -free, Joey,” he exclaimed, “and we don’t have -to pay for building the stand! He’s a brick, isn’t -he?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” agreed Joe. “I’m wondering——”</p> - -<p>“What?” demanded the other impatiently.</p> - -<p>“Well, we won’t need so much money as we -thought, you see. I guess we can get started on -about half of it.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll buy more stock!”</p> - -<p>“N-no, we’d better start easy, as we agreed to. -What I was thinking was this, Jack. When I -said I thought I could get hold of my half the -money I had Aunt Sarah in mind. I think she’d -loan me thirty dollars if she had it. But I don’t -know whether she’d have that much, you see, -and——”</p> - -<p>Jack interrupted with a laugh. “Not have -thirty dollars!” he cried. “Why, your Aunt -Sarah is one of the richest women in Amesville, -you booby! Everyone knows that!”</p> - -<p>“She is?” asked Joe in surprise. “I didn’t -know it. She’s always so—so careful——”</p> - -<p>“Stingy, you mean, don’t you?” laughed Jack.</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t mean that, really. She isn’t a bit -stingy. She’s just careful. About putting the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span> -light out when you’re not using it, and bargaining -with the tradespeople, and—and like that, you -know. Well, anyway, I’d rather not ask her for -the money. I’d much rather borrow it from you. -If we only need thirty dollars altogether, your -share would be fifteen and mine would be fifteen. -Well, if you can take thirty out of the savings -bank you might put fifteen into the business and -loan the other fifteen to me at the regular rate -of interest. Would you be willing to do that? -No matter whether the business got along or not, -I’d pay you the fifteen back, of course, because -I could get it from Aunt Sarah.”</p> - -<p>“Sure! That’s the ticket! Only I don’t want -any interest, you old Shylock!”</p> - -<p>“I’d rather, though. I’d pay Aunt Sarah interest, -and why not you?”</p> - -<p>Jack was hard to persuade, but Joe ultimately -got him to agree. “We’ll ask your father about -it, though. If he says it’s all right——”</p> - -<p>“He will,” laughed Jack. “Dad thinks you’re -a sort of young Napoleon of Finance, Joey, and -anything you do is all right. Fact is, I believe -he’s a bit sore because we didn’t let him in on -this.”</p> - -<p>During the succeeding four days—with the exception -of Sunday—the boys spent most of their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]</span> -spare time in the lobby of the Adams Building -watching the construction of the news-stand. Mr. -Mayer called it a “booth,” and since they had -every wish to keep him good-humoured, they -adopted that name for it themselves. On Tuesday -morning it was in place and had received its -first coat of paint. The enamel went on Tuesday -afternoon and a second coat was to be applied -two days later. But as the final application could -be made while business was going on, the boys -decided to open the stand Wednesday afternoon.</p> - -<p>Joe had already ordered a small assortment of -package candies, chewing-gum, and such things -from Cincinnati, had made arrangements with -the news company for current magazines and certain -out-of-town papers, had arranged with the -two Amesville journals for fifty copies to be delivered -daily, and had spent the larger part of -their principal in the purchase of cigars, cigarettes, -and tobacco. Although he brought as little -of everything as he could, he discovered to his -dismay that on Wednesday morning he had but -seven dollars of the original thirty left. I don’t -think either Joe or Jack did very well at lessons -that day. It was frightfully hard to keep their -minds on their school work, so impatient were -they to get to the stand and start business. Joe<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span> -went over his newspaper route on Tuesday for -the last time. He had some slight misgivings -about abandoning that employment, for although -it brought him but three dollars, the money was -certain. However, nothing venture, nothing -have; and he was pretty certain, too, that he could -find work again with the <cite>Recorder</cite> if necessary.</p> - -<p>So just as soon as school was dismissed the two -boys hurried down town to their place of business, -as Jack importantly phrased it. The counter -shone freshly white and the handsome showcase, -three feet in length by twenty-two inches in -breadth, nickel-trimmed, with mirrors set in the -sliding panels at the back, had been cleaned and -polished until it was speckless. They raised -the hinged end of the counter and stepped -inside. Joe turned a switch and a flood -of mellow light shone down from the neat -ground-glass dome above. Many bundles had -already been unpacked and their contents -stowed on the shelves under the counter, but -others awaited them, and they set to work. -There was not much room between counter and -wall, but there was enough to move about in. -The counter was two feet wide, leaving the space -behind it not quite three feet. The showcase had -been placed midway between wall and hinged flap<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span> -and there was two feet of solid counter on each -side of it. If necessary they could make use of -the hinged portion as well and pass under it instead -of lifting it up. But at present there was -plenty of room for all their goods without availing -themselves of that section. The shelves underneath -were roomy and the sliding doors were -supplied with a neat Yale lock. Joe inserted his -key in it, pushed aside a panel and revealed their -store of smokers’ articles. It was a quarter to -four and they worked busily to get things in shape -against the time the occupants of the building -began to leave. They expected to sell no more -today than a few evening papers, but they wanted -the public to know that the stand was opened for -business.</p> - -<p>The cigars and tobacco and cigarettes went into -the case. Joe had to do a lot of arranging before -he managed to make them occupy enough of the -space to satisfy him. Even then the showcase -looked pretty empty. “We ought to have about -a dozen boxes of cigars,” he said, “to make a -showing. I’ll have to spread everything out in -here or else it will look as if we didn’t have anything!”</p> - -<p>Jack, struggling with a bundle of confectionery -on the counter, grunted assent. Joe, finally closing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span> -the showcase, pulled out a dozen or so magazines -from underneath and arranged them on the -counter. Then came the candy, most of it in half-pound -boxes, and a varied assortment of gum and -enticing confections put up in tiny tin boxes. -There was some discussion as to where these -things should be placed. In the end some were -put on top the showcase and the rest ranged between -the magazines and the wall. The space at -the other side of the case was reserved for newspapers -and a few minutes later the fifty copies of -the <cite>Recorder</cite> arrived, were paid for, and spread -on the counter. With them were a half-dozen -copies of morning papers from Cleveland, Columbus, -Springfield, Sandusky, Cincinnati, and -Dayton. At last everything was in place and the -boys emerged into the corridor to view the result. -It certainly looked attractive and business-like, -and they were hugely pleased. Joe rearranged -the boxes of candy so that the colored tops would -show better and then Jack went back behind the -counter and between them they distributed the -price cards. These were small squares or oblongs -of gray cardboard with black lettering and had -been done by the man who performed such work -for Strobe and Wonson. A number of small, -weighted holders had been purchased—an extravagance<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span> -that Joe had resisted at first—and the -cards were slipped between the wire loops. Jack -again emerged to view the effect.</p> - -<p>“Looks swell, doesn’t it?” he asked. Joe -agreed that it did, and one of the elevator boys, -who had been an interested observer at intervals, -now stepped from his car and joined them. He -was a tall, raw-boned youth of seventeen or -eighteen, by name Martin Olson, but generally -known as Ole. Ole had a shock of carroty red -hair and an unattractive flat face liberally sprinkled -with large freckles that matched his hair. -Neither Joe nor Jack had taken to Ole much, but -his praise of the news-stand now inclined them -more favourably toward him.</p> - -<p>“Best looking little shop in town,” he announced -enthusiastically. “That’s a swell glass -case you’ve got there, too.” He examined the -contents. “You ought to have some Dobbins, -though. Dobbins are the best five-cent smoke -there is. What kind of cigarettes have you got? -Uh-huh, I see. There’s lots of fellows in the -building smokes Scimitars, though. You’d ought -to lay in some of those, I guess.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll find out pretty quick what’s wanted,” -replied Joe. “What we should have, though, is -a lighter. Guess we’d better have some matches<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span> -on the showcase until we can get a lighter. You -tend shop, Jack, and I’ll go and get some.” When -he returned from a trip around the corner to -the nearest grocery Ole had departed, but the -second elevator attendant had taken his place. -He was a younger lad, short and stocky and red-cheeked, -with a wealth of assurance and a fine -command of slang. His name was Walter. There -was probably more to it, but the boys never -learned it. Walter was equally complimentary.</p> - -<p>“Some stand, kiddoes, believe me,” he -affirmed. “All to the cheese. Say, what kind o’ -cigs do you handle? Got any Moorish Beauties?”</p> - -<p>“No, we haven’t,” said Jack.</p> - -<p>“You ought to, then. They’re the best. Lots -o’ fellers smokes Beauties.”</p> - -<p>“We’ve got six sorts there,” laughed Joe, -“and it seems we haven’t the right ones yet. -Ole says we ought to keep Scimitars.”</p> - -<p>Walter sniffed. “Huh, they ain’t no good. -Punk! Beauties is the brand for you. Got any -novels?”</p> - -<p>“Novels? No. Just magazines.”</p> - -<p>“I mean nickel novels. ‘Dick Dashaway’ and -‘Bull’s-Eye Bob’ and them. Ain’t you goin’ to -have none o’ them?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span></p> - -<p>“I think not,” replied Joe drily. “You see, -if we kept them we might not attend to business -we’d be so busy reading them.”</p> - -<p>The irony was lost on Walter, however. -“That’s so. They’re swell novels, take it from -me. There’s one of ’em—Oh, gee, there’s a guy -wants to be dropped!” And Walter disgustedly -returned to his car, slammed the door and shot -upward.</p> - -<p>“What time is it?” asked Jack. “My watch -has stopped.”</p> - -<p>“Nearly half-past four,” replied Joe. “I -wonder who will be our first customer.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe there won’t be one! Say, we’ve forgotten -the money box.”</p> - -<p>“I know. But we don’t need to put that out -except when we’re not here. We—we might see -how it looks, though.”</p> - -<p>Joe went behind, produced a japanned tin box -with a slot in the lid and a small brass padlock -on the hasp and set it on the showcase. On the -front of the box was printed in white letters: -“Help yourself and drop the money here.”</p> - -<p>“How does it look?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“All right. But, say, Joey, wouldn’t it be a -joke if someone absent-mindedly walked off with -the box some day?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span></p> - -<p>“The funniest kind of a joke!”</p> - -<p>“How would it do to chain it?” continued -Jack.</p> - -<p>“Well, it would look a bit funny, wouldn’t it, -to trust folks as to put their money in the box -and then chain the box down?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t see——” began Jack. But just then -an elevator descended, the door opened, and out -walked Mr. Adams.</p> - -<p>“Ready for business, eh, boys? Well, you look -very nice, very nice, indeed. Hm; cigars, cigarettes, -magazines, candy—quite a stock of goods. -Got any Vista de Isla cigars? I see you haven’t, -though. It might pay you to keep a box, boys. -I run out of them now and then and I might as -well get them from you as send around to the -club for them. Well, I’ll take a <cite>Recorder</cite>, I -guess. Have to patronise home industries, you -know.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Adams laid down his two pennies and took -a paper from the pile. Then:</p> - -<p>“Hello,” he said, “you’ve got the Springfield -paper, eh? Good idea. I’ll take that. And -Cleveland and Cincinnati and—Well, you’re enterprising! -Are these today’s? Guess I’ll take -the Cincinnati paper, too. Will you have these -regularly?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, and others besides; Chicago and -Pittsburg and probably New York.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Adams viewed Joe curiously across the -counter. “You ought to get on, my boy,” he said -finally as he counted out an additional ten cents. -“You’re the first person in this city ever thought -of keeping a Chicago paper. I don’t know that -you’ll ever sell one, but you certainly deserve to. -Business good so far?”</p> - -<p>“Well,” replied Joe, with a twinkle, “we’ve -sold three newspapers for twelve cents.”</p> - -<p>“Eh? Oh, then I’m the first customer, am I? -Quite an honour, I’m sure. I’ll have to continue -my patronage, boys. Good luck to you and good-night.”</p> - -<p>A few minutes later the exodus from the building -began and no one passed out of the building -without pausing to look at the news-stand, -whether he purchased or not. But many did purchase. -The pile of evening papers went fast and -long before the building had emptied itself Joe -had to make a hurried trip down to the <cite>Recorder</cite> -Building and get a new supply. Several sales of -cigars and cigarettes were made as well, while -a young lady typewriter smilingly purchased a -box of candy. The only department of the establishment -not patronised was the magazine department,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101"></a>[101]</span> -and when, at six, they closed up shop -for the night, Jack remedied that by buying a -copy of a monthly devoted to scientific achievements.</p> - -<p>Before they went they counted their receipts -and found that they totalled three dollars and -ten cents. Just how much of that amount represented -profit they could not reckon off-hand, but -they were very well satisfied with the result of a -little more than an hour’s business. After everything -had been stowed away under the counter -and locked up for the night the partners took -themselves off, arm in arm, looking as much as -possible like prosperous merchants.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII<br /> -<small>MR. CHESTER YOUNG</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The Adams Building News Stand prospered -from the first. There was never a doubtful moment. -On Thursday business started off with a -rush and when, just before half-past eight, Joe -and Jack had to hurry unwillingly away to -school, even Joe, now the more pessimistic of the -two, had to acknowledge that success seemed assured. -After school they flew back again to discover -that the stand was well-nigh exhausted of -aught save magazines and that even those were -half gone! They had placed what they supposed -to be a sufficient supply of cigars, cigarettes, and -tobacco on top of the case, but one cigar-box was -utterly empty, another held but three cigars, all -but two packages of cigarettes had disappeared, -and the candy was down to the final layer of -boxes! The morning papers had been pretty -nearly sold out before they had left, and so the -sight of the empty counter to the left of the showcase -produced no surprise. But the inroad made<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span> -on the rest of their stock brought gasps of astonishment. -An awful fear assailed the partners -and with one accord they grabbed at the cash-box. -But its weight and the pleasant clinking -sound it gave out reassured them, and when, -after they had taken account of stock and had -reckoned up the contents of the box, they discovered -that not only had every purchase been -honestly paid for, but that someone had dropped -in five cents too much, they viewed each other -triumphantly.</p> - -<p>“Eight dollars and fifty-five cents!” exclaimed -Jack awedly. “What do you know about that? -And it’s not four o’clock yet!”</p> - -<p>“What’s troubling me,” replied Joe happily, -“is how we are to stock up again by morning! -We can get the cigars, all right, but we’ve got -to have more candy and it takes a day or two to -get that. And the magazines are more than half -gone, too.”</p> - -<p>“Couldn’t we telegraph to Cincinnati for the -candy?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but I guess we’d better buy some here -meanwhile.”</p> - -<p>“But there won’t be any profit on it!” wailed -Jack.</p> - -<p>“No, but we can’t help that. We’ve got to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span> -keep the stock up. We’ll telegraph the Cincinnati -folks to send fifty pounds this time.”</p> - -<p>“Fifty!” exclaimed Jack doubtfully. “Isn’t -that a lot?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but we’ve sold five pounds already and -we don’t want to have to order oftener than a -week. The way they pack it, it keeps fresh for -a long time. Maybe it would be a good idea -to put in a few pound boxes of a better -grade. Guess I’d better go around to the -cigar folks now and get a couple more boxes. -What was that brand that Mr. Adams mentioned?”</p> - -<p>“Mister Dyler, or something like that,” -answered Jack. “I didn’t get it.”</p> - -<p>“Neither did I. But I guess they’ll know what -I’m after. And we ought to have some more -magazines, I suppose, if only for show. It’s -most time for the March numbers to come out, -though, and we don’t want to overstock on the -February. I’ll telephone to the news company -and ask them to send a half-dozen with the out-of-town -papers. I’d better hurry, too, or they’ll -be here. Where is the nearest telephone? Look -here, Jack, Mr. Adams ought to have a public -booth down here in the lobby.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so. It would be sort of handy for us,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span> -wouldn’t it? Do you suppose he would if we -asked him?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know, but I’m not afraid to ask. -Maybe, though, we could afford one of our own.”</p> - -<p>“At thirty-six dollars a year? You must be -crazy!”</p> - -<p>“Is that what it costs? How about a two-party -line? Or——” Joe stopped and regarded -his partner thoughtfully.</p> - -<p>“Out with it!” demanded Jack.</p> - -<p>“Why couldn’t we have a public ’phone—one -of those drop-a-nickel affairs, you know, and set -it here by the wall? I wouldn’t be surprised if -we made enough to get our own calls for nothing.”</p> - -<p>“We might,” agreed Jack hesitantly. “How -much would we have to pay the telephone company?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. Tomorrow I’ll go around -there and ask. Well, I’m off. Pay the news company -when they come. And pay for the -<cite>Recorders</cite>, too. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”</p> - -<p>“Why don’t you go across to the store?” -asked Jack. “The telephone’s in the outer -office. Just tell them I said you were to use it.”</p> - -<p>“Too cheeky. I’d rather pay for the call myself. -Out of the firm’s money!” he added laughingly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span> -as he disappeared through the revolving -doors.</p> - -<p>He was back some twenty minutes later. -“Anything doing?” he asked as he deposited two -bundles on the counter.</p> - -<p>“Lots,” replied Jack. “I sold two cigars, a -package of cigarettes, one <cite>Recorder</cite>, and a box -of these mints. And I paid for the evening -papers and a dollar and twelve cents to the news -company.”</p> - -<p>“Did you put down what you’d paid out?”</p> - -<p>“No. Should I?”</p> - -<p>“If you don’t we’ll get all mixed up. I’ve got -a small blankbook here and I guess we’d better -start in and keep a careful account of everything. -What papers did the news company bring?”</p> - -<p>“All sorts. There’s one from New York. -We’ll never sell that, Joey.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe we will, but it doesn’t matter. -After a week or so we’ll find out just what papers -we can sell, and how many, and then we’ll confine -ourselves to those. They brought the magazines -I asked them to? Oh, I see. All right. Things -begin to look a bit more business-like again. -Undo this candy, will you, while I get the cigars -out. By the way, what do you think? That cigar -that Mr. Adams smokes is called Vista de Isla<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span> -and it costs seventeen dollars and twenty cents a -hundred!”</p> - -<p>“Great Scott! You didn’t buy any, I hope?”</p> - -<p>“Twenty-five; four dollars and thirty cents. -Here they are.”</p> - -<p>“Well, but, say, Joey, that’s pretty steep! -Suppose he doesn’t buy any?”</p> - -<p>“He will. He said he would. And the chap -who sold these says we must have a wet sponge -in the case to keep the cigars moist. So I got -one. Also a five-cent glass dish to put it in. Run -upstairs and get it wet, will you, while I arrange -these?”</p> - -<p>“All right. How much do those cigars sell for -apiece, Joey?”</p> - -<p>“The man said twenty-five cents, but I don’t -suppose Mr. Adams pays that much at his club -for them. I thought I’d ask him. We can sell -them at twenty cents and still make a good -profit.”</p> - -<p>“Twenty-five cents!” murmured Jack. “Think -of paying that much for one cigar! And they -don’t look much, either.”</p> - -<p>“You happen to be looking at the ten-centers,” -laughed Joe. “The others are here.” He -opened the lid of the flat box and revealed a row -of greenish-black cigars quite different from the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span> -others in appearance and aroma. “I guess these -are something extra, eh?”</p> - -<p>“Must be, but I think anyone’s a chump to pay -a quarter for a cigar,” responded Jack. -“Where’s your old sponge?”</p> - -<p>Business that evening was brisk and the seventy-five -copies of the <cite>Recorder</cite> disappeared like -magic and Jack had to hurry out on the sidewalk -and buy extra copies from a newsboy. “Tomorrow -we’ll get a hundred,” said Joe. “If we don’t -sell them they can go back.” By closing time -three dollars and thirty-four cents had been -added to the amount in the box, swelling the total -sales for the day to over fourteen dollars!</p> - -<p>That evening, in Jack’s room, they tried to -figure their profits. They had taken in in the -two days exactly seventeen dollars and forty-four -cents. Since, however, they had not been able to -enter each sale as made, it was difficult to arrive -at the desired result. They knew that on each -morning or afternoon paper they made a profit -of one cent, that on each half-pound box of candy -they made eight cents, that magazines netted -from four to six cents, and that cigars, cigarettes, -and tobacco sold for from ten to twenty-five per -cent. above cost. After much figuring they came -to the conclusion that their profits were represented<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span> -by about one-quarter of the amount taken -in, or practically four dollars and thirty cents.</p> - -<p>“And at that rate,” said Joe, “we ought to -make a monthly profit of about one hundred and -twelve dollars!”</p> - -<p>Jack stared unbelievingly. Then his face fell. -“But we’ve got to pay the rent out of that,” he -mourned.</p> - -<p>Joe laughed. “You’re getting to be a regular -Shylock, old man! The rent is only eighteen -and that leaves us ninety-four. And besides that -we haven’t to pay any this month.”</p> - -<p>Jack brightened again. “That makes forty-seven -dollars a month for each of us, doesn’t it? -And that’s nearly twelve dollars a week! Joey, -we’ll be millionaires before we know it!”</p> - -<p>“Well, it pays better than carrying that newspaper -route! Another thing, Jack; there’s no -reason why we shouldn’t do better as time goes -on. We can keep other things, you know, like -post-cards and—Look here, why not get a good -line of Amesville views?”</p> - -<p>“Views? What sort of views?”</p> - -<p>“Why, you know; the City Hall and First -Presbyterian Church and the Adams Building, -of course, and City Park and all the rest of -the show places. Have them made into post-cards,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span> -I mean. There’s a firm in Detroit that’ll -print them for us, and they don’t cost much of -anything.”</p> - -<p>“Sounds all right. I guess there are lots of -things we could sell that we haven’t thought of -yet.”</p> - -<p>“There’s one thing I’d like to do,” said Joe -thoughtfully, “and that’s have a special brand -of cigars made for us. That is, we don’t have -them made for us exactly. We just select a good -brand and then the factory puts a special label -on them. See what I mean? ‘Adams Building -Perfecto’ or something like that. If we got a real -good quality, Jack, and sort of pushed it we -might get quite a trade. As far as I can see -there’s no reason why we should depend on the -folks in the building for our trade. If we carry -things people want they will come in from outside -for them. It’s just as easy to drop into the -Adams Building lobby as it is to go into a regular -store. We might run an advertisement in the -paper after we get ahead a bit. ‘Try the Adams -Building Perfecto, the best ten-cent smoke in the -city. Sold at the Adams Building News-Stand.’”</p> - -<p>“You can think of a lot of ways to spend our -profits,” said Jack sadly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span></p> - -<p>“Advertising pays,” replied Joe. “Anyway, -we haven’t fairly started yet, Jack. You wait -until we’ve been there a couple of months and -I’ll wager our sales will be double what they were -today. For one thing, the building isn’t filled -yet. There are lots of offices still vacant. Every -time one is let we get one or two or maybe a half-dozen -prospective customers. Come to think of -it, Jack, there’s no reckoning that, for it isn’t -only the folks who occupy offices in the building -who will trade with us, but the folks who have -business in the building, folks who come in and -out. I’d like to know, just for fun, how many -go through that door every day. Bet you there’s -nearly five hundred of them, or will be when the -offices are all rented! Suppose, now, that only -one out of ten stopped and bought from us, and -that they only spent five cents apiece. That -would be—fifty times five—two dollars and a half -right there, besides our regular trade. And I -guess they’d average nearer ten cents apiece -than five, too.”</p> - -<p>“How much,” asked Jack, “would we have to -pay a clerk to tend the stand for us?”</p> - -<p>“I’ve thought of that,” replied Joe, “and I -guess we could get a young chap for about six -dollars a week.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span></p> - -<p>“The fellow we’d get for that price wouldn’t -be worth having,” said Jack sensibly. “I think -it would pay us, perhaps not just now, but after -we’d got going well, to hire a real clerk and pay -him ten dollars a week; some fellow who had sold -cigars and things like that and who could make -sales; talk things up, you know, and hustle.”</p> - -<p>“I guess you’re right,” answered Joe, after a -moment’s thought. “And I believe it would pay -us to do that. I dare say there will be times when -folks won’t have just the right change with them -and we’ll lose sales. Besides, when we get to -playing baseball we won’t either of us be able to -be at the stand except just for a few minutes in -the morning and evening. Well, we don’t have -to think of that quite yet.”</p> - -<p>“Indeed, we do, though, Joey. In another -week we’ll be staying in the cage until five o’clock -or so. Of course, that scheme of putting folks -on their honor has worked all right so far, and -I don’t say it wouldn’t always work, but someone’s -got to be at the stand to receive the papers -and pay for them.”</p> - -<p>“We might have a monthly account with the -papers and the news company,” said Joe -thoughtfully. “I guess they’d be willing. Still, -you’re right, Jack. We’ll start out and see if we<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span> -can find a clerk. How would it do to advertise?”</p> - -<p>“I suppose that’s the only way. Or, hold on, -why not look at the advertisements? Some fellow -may be advertising right now for a job like -this. I’ll go down and get the paper and we’ll -have a look.”</p> - -<p>They found nothing promising that evening, -but two days later they did, and in response to -their reply, left at the <cite>Recorder</cite> office, Mr. Chester -Young called on them Sunday afternoon. Mr. -Young was a well-dressed, dapper youth of -twenty-one or -two who consumed cigarettes -voluminously and had a pair of somewhat shifty -black eyes. The boys didn’t fancy his personality -much, but he convinced them that he knew -how to sell goods and presented recommendations -from a former employer in Youngstown -that read extremely well. They dismissed the -applicant with a promise to let him hear definitely -from them on Tuesday, and Mr. Chester -Young, tucking his bamboo cane under his arm, -took himself smilingly out.</p> - -<p>“What do you think?” asked Jack when the -front door had closed.</p> - -<p>“I think,” replied Joe, “that I wouldn’t trust -that chap around the corner.”</p> - -<p>“Me, too. But he looks smart, doesn’t he?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes. I think he’d be just the fellow for us -if—How much does a small cash register cost?”</p> - -<p>“Search me! But if we had one of those——”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I guess Mr. Chester Young wouldn’t -have much chance to get absent-minded with the -cash. First of all, though, we’d better get that -man he worked for on the long distance and see -what he has to say about Chester. Then, if it’s -all right, we can price a cash register. I suppose -we could get one for twenty-five dollars, don’t -you?”</p> - -<p>“I should hope so! Where’d we get the -twenty-five?”</p> - -<p>“We’ll have it in another day or two. We’re -pretty well stocked up now and won’t need to -buy much for a week, I guess. I wish, though, -that Mr. Chester Young could look you in the eye -for more than a thousandth part of a second!”</p> - -<p>“So do I. And did you see the number of -cigarettes he smoked in the time he was here? -Do you suppose he’d help himself from stock?”</p> - -<p>“If he did there wouldn’t be any stock very -long,” laughed Joe. “Let’s go through the advertisements -in today’s paper again and see if -we missed any. Seems to me there must be more -fellows than Mr. Chester Young looking for -work.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes, but most of them want to be book-keepers -or chauffeurs. We may want a chauffeur -some day, but not quite yet, and as for a -book-keeper——”</p> - -<p>“We need one, but can’t afford him,” ended -Joe. “You’re right. There’s nothing here. I -guess Chester’s the only thing in sight.”</p> - -<p>Five days later Mr. Chester Young was installed -behind the counter in the Adams Building -and at his elbow reposed a neat cash register. -The former employer of Mr. Chester Young had -reported most favourably on that gentleman; indeed, -to hear him one could not help wondering -why he had deprived himself of Mr. Young’s -services! Joe left the telephone booth rather -puzzled, but there seemed no good reason for -doubting the Youngstown man’s veracity, and -they decided after some hesitation to give the -applicant a trial—if they could find a cash register -they could afford to buy! Fortune favoured -them. The proprietor of a fruit store whose -business was expanding had one to sell and they -closed the bargain with him at seventeen dollars, -thereby securing a machine that had originally -cost forty-five.</p> - -<p>Mr. Chester Young started out well. The sales -during his first day at the stand were better than<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span> -for any other day, and neither Joe nor Jack could -see that the supply of cigarettes had fallen off -unduly. Perhaps, as Jack pointed out, this was -because they did not carry the kind affected by -their clerk! They did not find that Mr. Young -improved much on acquaintance, but since he was -attending to business and seemed to take a genuine -interest in the venture they tried to be fair -to him and to like him. In any event, it was lucky -that they had found someone to tend shop, for on -the fifteenth day of the month Captain Sam Craig -called the baseball candidates together in the -cage in the basement of the school building, and -for a long time after neither Joe nor his partner -had much leisure to devote to their business venture.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX<br /> -<small>IN THE BASEBALL CAGE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The High School building stood by itself in the -centre of a block in the newer residence district -of Amesville. It was a handsome structure of -mottled, yellow-brown brick and sandstone, four -stories in height. On the top floor was a large -hall used for meetings and for morning drill. -When, some six years before, the building had -been planned those in charge of the work had -believed that in providing that hall and supplying -it with a modest amount of gymnastic paraphernalia -they were providing liberally and for -all time. To their surprise, no sooner was the -building occupied than demands came for additional -contrivances, and no sooner had those demands -been satisfied than that troublesome body, -the Alumni Association, put forth a plea for a -baseball cage in the basement! It was over a -year before the cage materialised, and another -year before shower-baths and lockers were installed, -but at the time of our story those things -were long-established facts and youthful Amesville<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]</span> -was deriding the cage as too small and the -shower-baths as out of style!</p> - -<p>The basement of the school building was but -half underground, and numerous windows supplied -light on one side and one end of the cage. -But in February the days were still short and -the light did not last long, especially when, as on -the fifteenth, the sun was hidden by dull clouds. -Since, however, the first week of baseball practice -was confined to setting-up exercises and dumb-bell -work, light was not of great consequence.</p> - -<p>Exactly thirty-two boys reported that afternoon -at a quarter to four in the cage. Of this -number some fourteen or fifteen were holdovers -from last season’s First and Second Teams, fellows -like Sam Craig, “Buster” Healey, Sidney -Morris, Toby Williams, Gordon Smith, and Jack -Strobe. Tom Pollock was not present, since his -duties at the store in which he was employed frequently -kept him from participation in preliminary -work. The coach, Mr. Talbot, was a wide-awake-looking -man of some twenty-eight years, -a former high school player and now a lawyer -who, in spite of a growing practice, found time -every year to take the baseball players in hand. -Today Mr. Talbot gathered the candidates together -and spoke energetically and to the point.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span></p> - -<p>“I’m sorry not to see more candidates,” he -said. “Some of the fellows think that they can -keep away until we get outdoors and then report. -Well, they can, but I give them fair warning that -they will find themselves handicapped. This indoor -work isn’t designed just to keep you fellows -out of mischief in the afternoons. It’s real stuff. -It’s important. You can’t go out on the field and -make any sort of a showing if your muscles are -bound. That’s what this indoor practice is for, -to limber up your muscles, train your eye, get -your brain working. Some few of you have been -playing hockey, and that’s good preparation for -what’s ahead, but most of you haven’t done a -thing since last Fall and your muscles are tied -up in knots. First thing, then, is to get so you -can use them without hurting them, and so, before -you touch a baseball or a bat, you’ll have a -week—maybe two—of setting-up drill and dumb-bell -exercises, and, now and then, a run outdoors -when the ground gets in shape. It isn’t interesting, -I know, but it’s necessary, and every one of -you can help yourself a lot if you’ll keep in mind -all the time that what you’re doing you’re doing -for a purpose and not just to pass the time. -When you stretch a muscle I want you to keep -your mind on that. Don’t merely go through the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120]</span> -motions thinking about the moving picture show -you saw last night or wondering how soon you’ll -get through. Put your mind on what you’re doing. -Say to yourself, ‘I’m flexing these muscles -to make them strong and supple.’ It will tell -later on. If you don’t believe me, ask the fellows -who have tried it before. Now I’ll ask you to -form in lines across the floor, just as you do -upstairs for morning drill. That’s the idea. I -guess most of you know the drill. Those who -don’t will watch me and learn it. All right, fellows. -Attention!</p> - -<p>“I can see that a good many of you don’t know -the position called for. It’s the position of the -soldier. I supposed you learned that in morning -drill. Heels on a line, now, and close together, -and feet turned out at an angle of forty-five degrees. -Knees straight, but not locked. Stand -straight from the hips. Put your shoulders back, -arching your chest a little. Let your arms hang -naturally, elbows back, hands slightly to the rear -of the trousers seam. Some of you look as if you -were frozen. Get out of it! Ease up! You, third -from the left in the second row, relax a little. -That’s better. Now, then, heads erect, chins in, -eyes ahead. There you are. Probably some of -you are finding the position a bit uncomfortable,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121"></a>[121]</span> -which shows that you need just the exercise -you’re going to get here. First exercise, fellows. -Remaining at attention, bend the head back as -far as it will go and then forward. Exercise! -One—two—three—four—five—six—seven—eight! -Attention! Now, from side to side, keeping -the neck muscles tense. First to the right as -far as you can comfortably go and then to the -left. Exercise! Right—left—right—left—right—left—right—left! -Attention!</p> - -<p>“Keep your stomach in, Williams. That’s -better. Second exercise, fellows. Raise your -arms in front of you, palms down. Now stretch -them sidewise, turning the palms up, keeping the -muscles tense always. Exercise! One—two—three—four—five—six—seven—eight! -Attention! -Now relax the muscles and swing the arms backward -and forward like this. Exercise!... -Now your shoulders. Muscles tense. Move them -forward, then up, then back, then down into position -again. Get that? Try it. Exercise! One—two——”</p> - -<p>And so it went for thirty minutes, until, in -spite of numerous brief intervals of rest, more -than half of those present were out of breath -and aching in all sorts of unaccustomed places! -Joe, for one, had never realised that he had so<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span> -many muscles in his body as were called into play -this afternoon! The exercises ended with the -body-lift while lying face-downwards, and by -that time even the more seasoned of the candidates -were ready to quit. Mr. Talbot viewed the -flushed faces with satisfaction.</p> - -<p>“That’s all for today. Tomorrow we’ll try -more. After that we’ll use the bells. Now give -your names to Mifflin—Oh, he isn’t here? Well, -I’ll take them. After that get under the shower -and don’t stand around too much. It’s easy to -take cold when your pores are open. Tomorrow -we’ll start promptly at four. Try not to be late, -please. Names, now.”</p> - -<p>So it went every afternoon for a week. A half-dozen -more martyrs joined the squad in that -space of time. Gradually some of the first exercises -were eliminated from the programme and -the dumb-bell drill took their place. That dumb-bell -work certainly gave surprising results, as -Joe confided to Jack one evening as they hurried -from school to the Adams Building. “I can turn -my wrists in all sorts of ways,” laughed Joe. -“They’re beginning to feel as if they didn’t have -any bones in them!”</p> - -<p>“A few days ago I felt as if I didn’t have anything -but bones,” replied Jack. “We’re almost<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span> -through with this business, thank goodness. If -the weather is all right about Saturday morning -you’ll see us loping across the landscape, Joey. -Bat is foxy about that.” Jack chuckled. “He -always has a press of business when it comes to -taking a hike!”</p> - -<p>“So would I if I was coaching,” laughed Joe. -“Wonder if he wouldn’t like me to stay behind -and help him!”</p> - -<p>“Ask him! I dare you to!”</p> - -<p>Jack’s prediction proved right. On Thursday -of that week the weather turned warm and windy -and the ground, which had been like a wet sponge, -dried so that it was possible to set foot to it -without going in to the ankle. Sam Craig took -charge and, lightly attired, the squad followed -him over the better part of a two-mile journey -that led across fields and over walls and, finally, -back to town by the road. They alternated walking -with jogging, but there was no let-up save -for some five or six fellows who gave out before -the romp was over. On the following Monday -the first baseball appeared in the cage, and after -a short setting-up drill and a brief session with -the wooden dumb-bells the candidates were lined -up on opposite sides of the cage and the ball was -passed from side to side.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span></p> - -<p>“Swing your arms, fellows,” instructed the -coach. “Act as though you were going to throw -the ball over the building. Get all your muscles -into play. Don’t hurry it, Smith. Slow and easy. -That’s the idea. I want you all to get so you can -put the ball squarely into the next fellow’s -hands without making him move out of place -for it.”</p> - -<p>Later two more balls were started going, and -then the idea was to pass back and forth as -quickly as possible, trying to catch the other fellows -unawares. That was fun, and the cage was -soon ringing with laughter. Mr. Talbot, taking -his place at one side of the floor, enjoyed it as -much as any of them. A few days after that the -battery candidates were given a half-hour to -themselves and practice for the rest began at -four-fifteen. Occasionally Tom Pollock reported -and pitched to Sam Craig or to Jack Speyer, who -was slated as Sam’s understudy. With Tom in -the pitching practice were Toby Williams and -Carl Moran. Toby Williams was an able substitute -for Tom, but Moran, who was only sixteen, -had a lot to learn. Joe frequently went early to -the cage and watched the pitching staff at work, -and his admiration for Tom Pollock increased -vastly as he noted the ease and certainty with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span> -which that youth shot the ball into Sam Craig’s -waiting glove.</p> - -<p>Batting practice began about the first of March. -A net was stretched near the further end of the -cage and the candidates took turns facing either -Williams or Moran; infrequently, Tom Pollock. -They were supposed to merely tap the ball, but -sometimes they became over-eager and the sphere -would go crashing into the iron netting at the -other end of the cage and the pitcher, arising -from the floor, would pathetically request the -batters to “Cut out the slugging!”</p> - -<p>One or two of the early volunteers dropped out -of the squad for one reason or another and their -places were taken by newcomers. By the first -week in March, at which time, if the spring was -a normal one, they usually got out of doors, the -baseball candidates were in hard and fit condition. -Already Coach Talbot was able to form a -fairly correct idea of the possibilities of most of -the forty-one or -two fellows who now comprised -the squad. George Mifflin, the manager, was custodian -of a mysterious book, in which, opposite -the various names, was set down much interesting -information which the fellows would have -given much to read. In this, at Bat’s command, -Mifflin set down each day little marks and figures<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span> -after the names, memoranda practically understandable -by Bat alone. Now and then came one -of those cross-country jaunts—there were five of -them that season—and now and then the squad -was taken outside, where the footing was not -too soft, and allowed to throw and catch. But -with these exceptions, no outdoor work was indulged -in until the second week in March, for on -the fifth a miniature blizzard swept down the valley, -undoing the good work performed by a fortnight -of mild weather and drying winds. That -blizzard had a lot of harsh things said about it. -It was probably as unpopular a visitation of snow -and sleet and ice and, subsequently, rain and -slush as ever visited Amesville! But there was -nothing for it but to wait for better conditions -and, in the meanwhile, continue the drudgery of -indoor practice, a drudgery that had grown distasteful -to everyone by this time.</p> - -<p>Joe firmly believed that the work in the cage -had done him a lot of good, even aside from the -matter of physical conditioning. He had found -that he could meet the ball in front of the batting -net and roll it across the floor about as often as -most of the fellows, and he was perhaps more impatient -than any of them to get out on the turf -and discover whether his hitting ability had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127"></a>[127]</span> -really improved. Jack, himself a clever batter, -predicted that Joe was destined to become one -of the team’s best hitters that Spring.</p> - -<p>“You’ve got it all over ‘Handsome Frank’ -already,” Jack declared. “If you can cover -the bag half as well as he can you’ll stand -a James H. Dandy chance to cop that position, -Joey.”</p> - -<p>“Foley’s been doing fully as well as I have at -the net,” responded Joe doubtfully. “I don’t -believe I can beat him out, Jack. He looks like a -pretty good player. He’s built for a first baseman, -too, with his height and reach and—and -everything.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t see that he’s got so terribly -much on you in height, old man. And as for -reach, why, even if your arms aren’t quite as long -as his, you’re a lot spryer on your pins. You’ve -got a mighty nice, easy way of pulling them in -to you, Joey. I hope you make it, that’s all I -hope.”</p> - -<p>“So do I, but, as I say, Foley——”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Foley’s no wonder, after all. That’s -what you want to get into that solid ivory dome -of yours. You’ve begun to think that you <em>can’t</em> -beat him; that’s your trouble. What you want -to do is to make up your mind that you’re better<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a>[128]</span> -than he is and that he’s got to prove the contrary. -That’s the way I beat out Joe Kenney, -last year. Joe had been holding down the job -for two years when I got it into my head that -I’d like to play out there in the left garden. So -I said to myself, said I: ‘Jack, you may not think -it now, but you’re a perfectly marvellous left -fielder, one of the best, regular first chop, whatever -that is! Try and accustom yourself to the -fact and hold your head up and stick your chest -out. And if anyone asks you don’t hesitate to -tell them.’ Well, sir, in a little while I had myself -hypnotised into acting like a regular fielder! -When I’d meet Kenney I’d look at him pityingly -and say to myself, ‘You poor old has-been, you -haven’t the ghost of a chance this spring. I’m -sorry for you, but it’s my turn.’ I got to believing -it, and so did Kenney! About the middle of -the season Kenney was sitting on the bench and -I was pulling ’em down out there. Of course, a -slight ability to hit the ball now and then had -something to do with it, but a lot of it was -just conning myself into thinking I was the real -goods. You try it, Joey. It’s a great little -trick.”</p> - -<p>“You’re a silly ape,” laughed Joe. “The -reason you ousted the other chap was because you<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_129"></a>[129]</span> -batted around three hundred and he didn’t. If -I bat over two hundred I’ll be doing well.”</p> - -<p>“Of course, you will! How many on the team -last year hit for over that, do you suppose? I -don’t believe there were four altogether. Two -hundred, say you, slightingly! Two hundred’s -good batting for chaps of our age, and don’t forget -it. And my average last year wasn’t three -hundred; it was two-ninety-three. I want credit -for those seven points you stuck on!”</p> - -<p>“Foley doesn’t like me,” observed Joe after a -moment’s silence. “You can see that.”</p> - -<p>“Why should he?” Jack demanded. “Don’t -you suppose he knows that you’re after his place -and that you stand a pretty good chance of getting -it? What do you expect him to do? Hug -you?”</p> - -<p>“No, but—Oh, well, let’s forget it. I wish, -though, we could get out of doors. When do you -suppose we will?”</p> - -<p>“In exactly four days,” responded Jack without -hesitation. “You see if I’m not right. Predicting’s -the easiest thing I do.”</p> - -<p>The prediction proved correct.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a>[130]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X<br /> -<small>STRIKING A BALANCE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>It is not to be supposed that devotion to baseball -dulled the partners’ interest in their business -venture. That was still absorbingly exciting. -Every morning at a little before eight either Joe -or Jack, or sometimes both of them, went to the -Adams Building and superintended the opening -of the stand for the day’s business. The counter -was dressed with its magazines and boxes of confections -and newspapers, the cash register set up -and unlocked, and business was talked over with -Young. In the afternoon, usually a little after -five, both boys returned and Young, giving an -account of his stewardship, went off. Young had -turned out very satisfactorily and his employers -were a little ashamed of their suspicions regarding -his integrity. It only proved, Joe declared, -that it didn’t pay to judge a fellow by his looks. -Young was a smart salesman, polite in an off-hand -way, and, so far at least, had neither caused -shrinkage in the cigarette stock or made away -with a penny of cash. Consequently both Joe and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_131"></a>[131]</span> -Jack tried to be friendly with him. That they -couldn’t quite succeed was not for the want of -trying. There was just one thing that they found -objections to, and that was the fact that the news-stand -was fast becoming a favourite loafing place -for a number of the town’s “sports,” men and -boys of about Young’s age who had no apparent -occupation save that of smoking cigarettes. -They had spoken to Young and he had agreed to -do what he could to keep the fellows away, but -matters did not seem to mend and the partners -daily feared to receive a protest from Mr. -Adams.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile the stand had branched out into new -avenues of trade. The “Adams Building Cigar” -had appeared on the market and had met with -favour and rapidly increasing sales. A small advertisement -in the morning and evening papers -had drawn attention to the cigar and to the news-stand -and the latter was no longer dependent on -the occupants of the building alone for patronage. -The little shop became a popular place and trade -increased until, especially during the noon hour, -it was all Young could do to attend to customers.</p> - -<p>A week or so after they had started in business -they had been called on by a young man who had -proclaimed himself rather importantly to be a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_132"></a>[132]</span> -representative of the <cite>Evening Recorder</cite>. The result -of his visit had been a half-column story in -the next day’s paper of the novel store where customers -helped themselves and paid on honour. It -was a big advertisement for the little establishment -and for several days afterwards folks came -in just to see it and, usually, purchased something -if only because of the novelty.</p> - -<p>Post-cards, too, were added, a series of six -views of Amesville scenes, and attained such -popularity that Joe’s original order had to be -quickly duplicated. The picture of the Adams -Building especially sold like hot cakes. Puzzles -were another addition to the stock, ingenious contrivances -of metal or wood or tin that could be -dropped in the pocket and that sold for exactly -double what they cost when purchased from the -news company. The cigar trade, however, was -what accounted for most of the business done. -The little showcase was no longer too large for -its contents. On the contrary, it became more -of a problem every week to find room in it for the -goods they wished to display. Instead of five -brands of cigars they now offered twelve, and of -each brand they had to keep in stock from two to -four sizes. Cigarettes and smoking tobaccos had -also multiplied, while the top of the showcase<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_133"></a>[133]</span> -held an assortment of gum, candies, and small -confections, as well as the revolving post-card -rack. In fact, the small space was already overcrowded -and the boys had been for some time -contemplating making a request to Mr. Adams -for a shelf across the back to hold the cash register -and the overflow from the case.</p> - -<p>One evening Joe and Jack arrived at the building -in a pelting rain which had appeared without -warning, and the exclamations of dismay which -he overheard as the feminine population of the -building faced the alternative of getting wet or -being late for supper put a new idea in Joe’s -mind. The next day a sign appeared over the -stand: “Umbrellas for Rent.” They put in a -dozen cheap cotton umbrellas which, if not much -to look at, performed their mission satisfactorily. -Customers, if they worked in the building, merely -left their names, paid a quarter and were supplied -with protection from the rain. In the course of -time the dozen dwindled to five or six, but by that -time each had paid for itself thrice over and instead -of wasting effort in recovering the missing -ones Joe bought more. About this time an automatic -telephone instrument was installed on the -counter and proved a great convenience to the -boys and to others as well.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_134"></a>[134]</span></p> - -<p>At the end of the first four weeks of business -the partners went over their books—or book, to -be more accurate. They found that they had expended -for stock, rent, clerk’s wages and incidentals -the sum of $226.50, that they had taken -in $324.17, and that their net profit was $97.67. -While less than the estimate Joe had made, the -amount was held to be satisfactory, for Joe’s -estimate had taken no account of clerk’s wages -and they were paying Mr. Chester Young ten -dollars a week. Something like thirty per cent. -profit ought to have satisfied anyone!</p> - -<p>They paid off all indebtedness—there were no -accounts save that with the news company, which -they settled weekly—set aside the amount due -Mr. Adams for rent to date and halved the balance, -each receiving as his share the sum of -$48.83. The odd cent was left in the treasury! -Then Joe paid back to his partner the borrowed -thirty dollars, with interest at six per cent., although -Jack insisted that Joe should wait until -the end of the next month at least. But Joe preferred -to get square, he declared, and proceeded -to do so by paying most of the eighteen dollars -remaining to him to Aunt Sarah for board and -rent.</p> - -<p>Jack’s father laughingly told them that he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_135"></a>[135]</span> -thought they had been in rather a hurry to divide -the profits and that it might have been a good -idea to have left a portion of the money in the -business. Joe, however, explained that they -would have to buy nothing for nearly a week, -except the newspapers, and by that time they -would have accumulated more profits. “You see, -sir, we’re taking in about fifteen dollars a day on -an average, and of that nearly four dollars and a -half is clear profit. So we won’t have to keep -any balance on hand.”</p> - -<p>“I see,” said Mr. Strobe gravely. “And what -do you intend to do with all the money you make, -boys?”</p> - -<p>“I’m going to put mine in the bank, I guess,” -answered Jack. “I’ve tried to think of something -to spend it for, but I can’t!”</p> - -<p>“And how about you, Joe?”</p> - -<p>“I think I’ll start a bank account, too, sir, but -I won’t be able to for another month at least. I -pay three dollars a week to Aunt Sarah, you -know, and I’d like to send a little money to my -mother.”</p> - -<p>“You could have done that now if you hadn’t -paid back that thirty,” said Jack reproachfully.</p> - -<p>“I know, but I like to feel that I’m squared up -with everyone. When I get, say, five hundred<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_136"></a>[136]</span> -in the bank, if I ever do, I’d like to invest it in -something, Mr. Strobe. Could I, do you suppose?”</p> - -<p>“Certainly. An excellent idea, Joe. You -might find a small mortgage through the bank, -or you could buy a few shares of some safe stock -that would pay from four and a half to five per -cent. You’ll get only three and a half from the -savings bank. When you get ready to invest you -let me know and I’ll help you find something.”</p> - -<p>One Saturday evening Joe boarded a train and -went to Columbus to visit his mother, spending a -very pleasant Sunday with her and returning to -Amesville late that night.</p> - -<p>If there was anyone even distantly connected -with Joe’s business venture who did not thoroughly -approve of it, it was Miss Sarah Teele. -Aunt Sarah was doubtless pleased that Joe was -earning money; she had a very healthy admiration -for folks who could do that, and a correspondingly -poor opinion of those who couldn’t; -but the fly in Aunt Sarah’s ointment was the fact -that her nephew’s prosperity was due to the sale -of cigars and cigarettes and tobacco. That rather -spoiled it all in her eyes, for she was a fervidly -outspoken foe to tobacco in all forms, and considered -the use of it closely akin to the use of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_137"></a>[137]</span> -intoxicating liquors. Aunt Sarah made one exception. -A decoction of tobacco and water was -an excellent preventive of bugs on her window -plants! If she could have had her way she would -have limited its use to that purpose. Consequently, -from the first, she had viewed Joe’s -venture askance, hinting darkly that money -earned by catering to the vice of smoking was -tainted money and would bring no benefit to its -possessor. Joe argued with her politely, but was -quite unable to shake her conviction. In the end -they agreed to disagree, Aunt Sarah comforting -herself with Joe’s solemn promise not to allow -the association with what Aunt Sarah termed -“the filthy weed” to undermine his morals to the -extent of causing him to smoke. For some weeks -Joe frequently found Aunt Sarah regarding him -anxiously as though seeking for signs of moral -degeneracy produced by traffic in the obnoxious -article. Not discovering any, however, Aunt -Sarah accepted the state of affairs with the best -philosophy she could command, and, to Joe’s satisfaction, -said no more about it. When he announced -the result of that first month’s balance -his aunt’s struggle between pleasure and disapproval -was almost ludicrous.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_138"></a>[138]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI<br /> -<small>HANDSOME FRANK</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The Saturday forenoon following their conversation -regarding Frank Foley found Joe and his -chum leaning against the counter in Cummings -and Wright’s hardware store. Jack was purchasing -a new sweater and Joe was assisting at -the task. Joe would have liked just such a garment -as Jack was choosing, himself, but the next -division of profits was a long way off and until -that occurred he was bound to be in straitened -circumstances. Jack had virtually decided on a -handsome brown sweater with a broad band of -blue across the chest and Tom Pollock, who had -momentarily absented himself to sell a “Junior -League” ball to a grammar school youth, returned -to inquire:</p> - -<p>“This one, Jack?”</p> - -<p>Jack nodded doubtfully. “I guess so, Tom. -It’s sort of heavy for spring, but I suppose I’d -better buy one that’ll be all right for next fall, -too.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_139"></a>[139]</span></p> - -<p>Tom agreed, adding: “The new uniforms will -be along next week, I think. They’re going to be -the best ever. I’m getting them from a different -maker this year and he’s putting a lot better material -into them. You’ll need one, I suppose, -Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>Joe smiled “I’d like to think so,” he replied, -“but I’m not counting on it.”</p> - -<p>“You might as well,” said Jack. “You’ll -get in as a sub, anyway. Don’t you say so, -Tom?”</p> - -<p>“I hope so. I haven’t seen Faulkner work, as -a matter of fact, Jack. Anyhow, with all due -respect to Bat, I think it’s the outdoor work that -shows a chap up.”</p> - -<p>“That’s what I say,” agreed Jack. “Fellows -who can lay down the cutest, darlingest little -bunts on the cement floor swing like gates when -they get out on the turf and have the sky in front -of them instead of the wall of the cage. I’ve seen -it happen often.”</p> - -<p>“Still,” demurred Joe, “it seems to me all -that work indoors must be of some value. Don’t -you consider it is, Pollock?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, I do. I think it’s fine for getting -fellows in shape and on edge, especially for the -new chaps. What I mean is that when it comes<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_140"></a>[140]</span> -to actual playing the conditions out of doors are -so different that a fellow has to practically start -all over again. At least that’s been my experience. -I’m talking of batting and fielding, you -understand, and not pitching. A pitcher can get -his wing in shape anywhere there’s room. Although, -at that, I think working in the air is away -ahead of working down there with the steam -pipes.”</p> - -<p>“Do you think we’ll get out next week?” inquired -Jack.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I wouldn’t be surprised if we started -Monday. Sam tells me the field’s in pretty good -shape; a bit soft in places, but nothing much.” -Tom chuckled as he snapped the string around -the bundle and laid it in front of Jack. “Mr. -Hall told a funny yarn one day in here, fellows. -You don’t know him, maybe, Faulkner, but you -will soon. He’s a dandy chap, and a double-dyed -‘fan.’”</p> - -<p>“I’ve seen him,” replied Joe. “He knows the -right place to buy cigars.”</p> - -<p>“Well, he told one day about a coach they had -at college when he was a freshman. I forget -what college he went to; Sam could tell you. But -it seems that they had an awfully wet spring -that year and the diamond was on a rather low<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_141"></a>[141]</span> -piece of ground, anyway, and it wouldn’t dry out -for them. So this coach got the idea of having -the players wear rubbers! Said it would be dangerous -to have them work on such wet ground -without them because they might get rheumatism -and sciatica and grippe and various other things, -and he didn’t intend to lose half his team through -illness just when it was needed most. So he sent -in a requisition to the athletic committee or whoever -attended to purchasing supplies—probably -the manager—for three or four dozen pairs of -rubbers of assorted sizes. There was a lot of -argument about the expense and finally the coach -got his dander up and bought the rubbers himself, -and one day the fellows put them on and -went out for their first practice on the field. The -field was as soft as mush and whenever you put -your foot down it went out of sight as far as -your shin-bones! Mr. Hall said it was the funniest -thing he ever saw. About every man in -college was out to see what they called the ‘Gumshoe -Nine,’ and they almost laughed themselves -to death. Every time a fielder started after a -ball he’d leave one or both of his rubbers sticking -in the mud and have to go back and hunt for them. -Mr. Hall said that at one time there were three -pairs of rubbers sticking out of the base-path<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_142"></a>[142]</span> -between second base and the plate where the runners -had left them in their hurry to get around! -Finally the coach sent back to town and got a -box of elastic bands and made the fellows snap -them around their ankles over the rubbers. -Practice went better after that, but there was -almost a riot once, when one chap, who had stolen -second, went back to get his rubbers and the second -baseman tagged him out!”</p> - -<p>The laughter of Tom’s audience was interrupted -by the opening of the door and the advent -of Frank Foley. Handsome Frank quite deserved -the title this morning. For a day or two there -had been unmistakable indications of spring, and -Foley had responded to them today by donning a -Norfolk suit of very light homespun material with -knickerbockers, a pair of very green golf stockings, -and a cap that matched his suit. A pale heliotrope -“sport shirt” from under whose flaring -collar emerged a vividly green scarf completed -the costume, except that he was, naturally, appropriately -shod with brown rubber-soled shoes. -Even Tom was a bit taken back by the radiance -of the vision which sought the athletic goods department, -and his “Hello, Frank,” sounded -rather feeble. The other boys nodded, Jack adding -a murmured salutation to the nod. Foley<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_143"></a>[143]</span> -returned the greetings with a remarkable absence -of self-consciousness and joined the group.</p> - -<p>“What about a baseman’s glove, Tom?” he -asked. “Anything new in that line this spring?”</p> - -<p>“No, nothing much different,” was the answer -as Tom pulled some boxes from a shelf. “You -had one of these last year, didn’t you?” he continued, -placing a glove on the counter. Foley -examined it indifferently.</p> - -<p>“Yes, that’s like the one I’ve got now. I -thought maybe there was something new on the -market. How’s everything, Jack?”</p> - -<p>“Pretty good, Frank. My eyes are troubling -me a bit, though.”</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter with them? They seemed -all right at practice yesterday.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know.” Jack gravely blinked. -“They seem sort of weak. I guess it’s the glare -that hurts them, Frank. You couldn’t turn your -coat collar up, could you?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, that’s the idea?” said Foley calmly. -“Don’t you like what I wear, Jack?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I like it, all right, but my eyes sort of go -back on me. What are you impersonating, Frank, -a custard pie?”</p> - -<p>“You chaps have a lot of fun with my clothes, -don’t you?” inquired Foley good-naturedly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_144"></a>[144]</span> -enough. “I don’t mind, though. I’d certainly -hate to go around looking like a tramp, the way -some of you do.” Foley seated himself on the -counter, swinging his brightly-hued legs, and -viewed Jack smilingly. “Any come-back to -that?” he inquired.</p> - -<p>“There’s a come-back from me,” said Tom -quietly. “Gentlemen will not, others must not, -sit on the counters, Frank.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, all right; I’ll try to stand up a bit longer. -I don’t believe you’ve got anything there I want, -Tom.” He glanced unenthusiastically at the several -gloves displayed. “I’ll use the one I’ve got. -It went all right last year and I guess it’s still -good.”</p> - -<p>“You won’t need a glove much this spring,” -said the irrepressible Jack. “They’re not worn -on the bench, Frank.”</p> - -<p>Foley winked untroubledly. “Don’t worry -about me, old chap. I may not be any McInnes, -you know, but I never noticed much resemblance -between you and Tris Speaker. You watch out -that you don’t keep that bench warm yourself.”</p> - -<p>“Frank, you know very well,” replied Jack -severely, “that when it comes to playing baseball -I’ve got it all over you. You’re not a bad -first baseman when you’ve got time for it, but<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_145"></a>[145]</span> -you know mighty well you can’t bat over a hundred. -I like you, Frank; I appreciate your many -fine qualities, and I just love your picturesqueness, -but I don’t just see you holding down that -first sack beyond the middle of March. I’m saying -this to you so you won’t be too awfully disappointed -when you lose your job.”</p> - -<p>“Thanks.” Foley laughed amusedly. “Just -who is the coming wonder that gets my position, -Jack? Is it Faulkner here? Is he telling you -how good you are, Faulkner?”</p> - -<p>“He’s just talking,” replied Joe uncomfortably.</p> - -<p>“I’m not saying who it is, Frank,” said Jack. -“There are two or three who look good to me in -your place. I’d be sorry to see you go, though. -I certainly do like you, Frank.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, you do—like poison,” responded Foley -with a grin. “Tell you what I’ll do, Jack. I’ll -bet you anything you like that I’ll play in more -games—contests with outside teams, I mean—than -you do this spring. Want to take that?”</p> - -<p>“Ger-ladly, old sport! I’ll bet you”—Jack’s -eyes twinkled about the cases and shelves—“I’ll -bet you one of those nice leather bat-cases, -Frank. I’ve always wanted a bat-case. How -much are they, Tom?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_146"></a>[146]</span></p> - -<p>“A dollar and a quarter and two seventy-five.”</p> - -<p>“I mean the all-leather ones.”</p> - -<p>“Two seventy-five.”</p> - -<p>“That’s the idea. How does that strike you, -Frank? Feel like spending that much to make -me happy?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but I don’t happen to want a bat-case, -thanks. Think of something else.”</p> - -<p>“Then I’ll buy you a couple of pairs of lavender -gloves to wear to the parties.”</p> - -<p>“Quit fooling and say something. What do I -get if I win?”</p> - -<p>“What do you want that doesn’t cost more -than the bat-bag?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. Leave it that I’m to pick out -anything I like up to that amount, eh?”</p> - -<p>“Certainly. Gentlemen, you’ve heard the -terms of the wager. If, at the end of the season, -Frank has played in more games than I have he -comes in here and goes the limit—up to two dollars -and three-quarters. If, on the other -hand——”</p> - -<p>“Why do I have to buy the thing here?” asked -Frank.</p> - -<p>“Because I want to see my friend Mr. Pollock -make a little money. Tom ought to get something -out of it, Frank.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_147"></a>[147]</span></p> - -<p>“Oh, all right. I’ll find something I want, I -guess.”</p> - -<p>“As I was saying when so rudely interrupted,” -resumed Jack, “if, on the other hand, Frank -plays in no more games than I do he comes across -with one of those perfectly beautiful and useless -bat-bags which Tom prices at two dollars and -seventy-five cents and which you can get -from the mail-order house for a dollar sixty-nine.”</p> - -<p>“You try it,” laughed Tom.</p> - -<p>“I don’t need to. The cost doesn’t interest me -a bit. Well, that is the wager, gentlemen. May -the best man win—so long as it’s me. Come on, -Joey. So long, Tom. Bye, Frank. By the way, -which way are you going from here?”</p> - -<p>“You wait around and find out, old chap.”</p> - -<p>“Won’t tell? Sorry. I wanted to stand on -the corner and see you go by.”</p> - -<p>“What did you do that for?” remonstrated -Joe when they were on the sidewalk again.</p> - -<p>“Do what? Make that bet? Oh, just for fun. -Besides, I’m pretty sure to win it.”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t mean the bet, you chump. I meant -why did you rag him like that? He thinks you -meant that I’m the one who’s to beat him out at -first.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_148"></a>[148]</span></p> - -<p>“So you are,” answered Jack calmly. “As -for why I did it, I did it because I couldn’t help -it, Joey. Frank gives me a severe pain every -time I meet him and I just can’t resist the -temptation to have a little fun with him.”</p> - -<p>“He took it all right,” said Joe. “He’s good-natured, -I guess.”</p> - -<p>“You guess again,” said Jack grimly. “He’s -good-natured when he knows it would look silly -to get mad, but he’s got a disposition like a—a—What -is it that has a disposition?”</p> - -<p>“You!” laughed Joe. “You’ve got a nasty -one at times.”</p> - -<p>“Meaning just now? Was I specially rude, -Joey? Maybe I was a bit nasty. Well, never -mind. You can’t really hurt Handsome Frank’s -feelings. If you could he’d be black-and-blue by -this time!”</p> - -<p>“Black and blue are the only things he wasn’t,” -said Joe. “He was about every other colour; buff -and green and purple and lavender——”</p> - -<p>“Shucks! He was dressed real quietly today; -almost unostentatiously, so to speak! You ought -to see him when he’s really dolled up! Now, look -here, Joey. If you don’t buckle down and play -ball and beat him out of his position at first I’ll -never forgive you.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_149"></a>[149]</span></p> - -<p>“But, Jack, I can’t play first the way he can!”</p> - -<p>“How do you know? You’ve never seen him -play. Besides, you can out-hit him. Leastways, -if you can’t you ought to be ashamed. And it’s -batting that’s going to count this spring, old -man. Petersburg has got a line of good pitchers -this year and Bat will be going on the policy that -hits mean runs. So you get your eye peeled, -Joey, and win that bet for me.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t think I’ll ever be much of a batter,” -said Joe sadly.</p> - -<p>“Poppycock and piffle! You can hit the merry -sphere just as well as anyone can if you’ll only -tell yourself so. Look here, what you want to do -is to go out there and when the ball comes say to -yourself, ‘It’s so big I can’t miss it if I try! -Why, it’s a cinch. <em>Bing!</em> That for you, -Mr. Ball!’ Try it and see how well it will -work.”</p> - -<p>“You’re great on the psychology stuff, aren’t -you?” laughed Joe.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know the gentleman,” answered Jack -serenely. “I only know that no chap ever became -a decent batsman by telling himself that he was -no good! Confidence, my friend, confidence! -That’s the—er—the password, no, the keynote, -to success! Think it over. Now, let’s go in and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_150"></a>[150]</span> -see how much money we’ve taken in this morning. -Ah, as usual, Young has his Roman mob -around the place. If he doesn’t make those -loafers stay away we’ll get notice to quit, I’m -thinking.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_151"></a>[151]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII<br /> -<small>OUTDOOR PRACTICE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="noic"><em>BASEBALL</em></p> - -<p>“Candidates report at the field dressed to play -at 3:30.</p> - -<p class="right">“<span class="smcap">Craig.</span>”</p> -</div> - -<p>This notice met the gaze of Joe on Monday -morning as he paused in front of the bulletin -board in the school corridor. Sidney Morris and -a companion came up and read the announcement -over his shoulder.</p> - -<p>“That’s good news, Faulkner,” said Sidney. -“Last year we were out a week earlier. By the -way, do you know Toby Williams?”</p> - -<p>The boys shook hands and the trio walked together -along the corridor. Williams was a nice-looking -chap of about Joe’s age, rather solidly -built, with a natural talent for pitching a baseball -that had won for him the position of Tom Pollock’s -understudy, Tom, it was said, showing -Toby everything the former knew in the science -so that next year Toby might come as near as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152"></a>[152]</span> -possible to filling Tom’s shoes. There was still, -however, a fairly long road for the younger boy -to travel before he attained Tom Pollock’s -standing.</p> - -<p>“You’re trying for the infield, aren’t you, -Faulkner?” Toby asked.</p> - -<p>“Yes, but I don’t believe——” He paused, -recalling Jack’s oft-repeated advice. “I don’t -believe I’ll get what I want,” he resumed with -assumed assurance. “The bases look to be pretty -well occupied, and I want to play first or -second.”</p> - -<p>Toby seemed impressed, but Sidney laughed as -he said, not ill-naturedly: “There’s nothing like -knowing what you want, Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>“And going after it?” asked Joe smilingly.</p> - -<p>Sidney nodded. “That’s right. How’s the -business getting on?”</p> - -<p>“Very well, thanks.”</p> - -<p>“We were talking about you the other day, -Tom Pollock and Sam Craig and I,” said Sidney, -“and Tom said he thought you were the luckiest -chap he knew, and I guess I agree with him. -You’ve been here in Amesville only a couple of -months and you’ve got a good business and are -making money at it. Sam said he guessed luck -had less to do with it than pluck, though.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_153"></a>[153]</span></p> - -<p>“I think Tom Pollock was nearer right,” replied -Joe modestly. “It’s been mostly luck, I -guess.”</p> - -<p>“Jack Strobe’s in that with you, isn’t he?” -inquired Toby.</p> - -<p>“Yes, it was Jack put in most of the money to -start. About all I had was the idea!”</p> - -<p>“And the luck,” laughed Sidney. “‘Lucky’ -Faulkner is your real name, I guess. Well, I -hope your luck keeps on. If it does, maybe you’ll -get what you want on the team!”</p> - -<p>The gong put an end to the talk and they hurried -off to their rooms. Whether that was the -beginning of it Joe never knew, but a month later -he suddenly awoke to the fact that he was very -generally known throughout school as “Lucky” -Faulkner! He was inclined to dislike the nickname -at first, since to him it seemed to preclude -more desirable attributes, but Jack insisted that -to be called lucky was a great compliment because, -after all, what was called luck was in reality -the reward for skill or forethought or some -other quality of merit. Jack didn’t put it in quite -those words, but that was the idea he managed -to convey, and Joe, considering it, became reconciled. -It was perhaps just as well he did, for by -that time the nickname had come to stay, and his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_154"></a>[154]</span> -approval or disapproval would have had small -effect.</p> - -<p>That Monday afternoon it was a gay-hearted -lot of fellows who gathered at the field, which lay -some ten blocks north of the high school. To be -out of doors again filled everyone with delight -and neither coach nor captain had any cause for -complaint that day on the score of laziness. The -way the ball was sped around was a fair indication -of the candidates’ eagerness. Practice was -rudimentary. There was some batting at the net, -with Toby Williams and Carl Moran doing the -tossing, a half-hour of fielding, Coach Talbot hitting -to the infield, and Manager Mifflin knocking -fungoes to the outfield, and, finally, a short period -of work on the paths. The weather gave them -of its best. The March sun shone warmly and, -although there was still a tinge of winter in the -air, spring was genuinely in possession. The -sod was not yet dry and the base-paths were -pretty soft, but no one minded a bit; not even -“Buster” Healey when, in a desperate attempt -to get from second to third on the throw to the -plate, he lost his footing and reached the bag flat -on his back. Practice was delayed while most of -the infield scraped the mud from him.</p> - -<p>Joe had a session with Tom Pollock in front of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_155"></a>[155]</span> -the backstop. Sam Craig was catching at the -plate, Speyer taking the throws for Mifflin, and -so Bat told Joe to get a glove and let Tom -pitch to him. Joe was doubtful of his ability to -hold the redoubtable Mr. Pollock, but he got along -very well. Tom used little speed and, although -some of the breaks and hooks were at first confusing, -Joe soon discovered that the ball might -be depended on to straighten out before it reached -him. After that he was put on second and -handled Sam’s throw-downs fairly well and found -that his own throwing arm was quite equal to -the task of snapping the ball across to first or -third or back to the plate. Frank Foley held -down first base today and Joe secretly admired -and envied the easy, finished way in which that -tall youth with the long reach handled the throws. -The work was pretty crude, which was natural -enough, and Coach Talbot had plenty to say, but -when practice ended at a little before five everyone -was in the best of spirits and the fellows, as -they made their way back home, discussed eagerly -the first game of the year, which was due in less -than two weeks. This contest was to be, as usual, -with the Amesville Grammar School nine, and -while it was not looked on as more than an opportunity -for practice, still it was anticipated with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_156"></a>[156]</span> -pleasure. Grammar School was already predicting -what it would do to High School, and was -awaiting the fray with equal eagerness.</p> - -<p>High School had arranged a schedule calling -for seventeen games this Spring, eight of which -were to be played away from Amesville. Aside -from Petersburg High School, Amesville High’s -real rival in athletics, whom she played the final -game with the last of June, the only notable foes -were Lynton High School and Crowell Academy. -There were two games scheduled with Lynton -and one with Crowell. Besides the scheduled -contests there were others which might or might -not eventuate; as, for instance, a game with the -nine from the carpet mill and a second, possibly -a third meeting with the grammar school. Until -the middle of May only Saturdays were scheduled, -but after that midweek games were down -for the balance of the season.</p> - -<p>Outdoor practice continued uninterruptedly -for the rest of the first week. Then, on Sunday, -began a four-day stretch of wretched weather and -the fellows went disgustedly back to the cage. -On Sunday it blew a gale and swept a hard rain -from the southwest. On Monday the rain turned -to snow for a while, later changing to sleet and, -finally, back to rain again. Tuesday it drizzled.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_157"></a>[157]</span> -Wednesday was a day of mist and fog. Thursday -noon the sun came out. But by that time the field -was a quagmire again and all hope of playing the -game with Grammar School on Saturday had to -be abandoned. Consequently the contest was put -over until Tuesday at four, and Manager Thad -Mifflin, who was popularly believed to be accountable -for weather conditions and the state of the -diamond, found life a burden.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile Joe had performed, if not brilliantly, -at least satisfactorily as a substitute -baseman. He had been tried at first, second and -third bases, and, on one occasion, had pulled down -flies in centre field. At the bat he had so far -signally failed to distinguish himself. Perhaps -he did as well as most of the substitutes, but he -found that trickling bunts across the floor of the -cage was not the same as standing in front of -Tom Pollock, or even Carl Moran, and trying to -connect with their various offerings. The best -Joe could expect, or, so he told himself, was a -place on the Second Team—The Scrubs, they -called them—when that was formed. Jack was -plainly disappointed in the proficiency of his -chum, although he tried not to show the fact, and -never ceased to offer encouragement.</p> - -<p>“You’ll find your batting eye presently,” Jack<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_158"></a>[158]</span> -would assert stoutly. “A fellow can’t play decent -ball, anyway, until the weather settles down -and gets warm. I never could. Along about the -middle of May——”</p> - -<p>Joe interrupted with a laugh. “Along about -the middle of May,” he replied, “will be a bit -late, Jack. If I’m going to do anything this year -I’ll have to do it pretty quick, I’m thinking.”</p> - -<p>“Ye-e-es—I’ll tell you, Joey, the trouble is you -don’t go at it right; batting, I mean.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose I don’t,” owned Joe. “Anyway, I -don’t accomplish much.”</p> - -<p>“Try swinging slower. I watched you yesterday. -You start your bat away around behind you -and then swing like lightning. Maybe if you’ll -take a short swing and a slow one, just meet the -ball, as they say, you might do better.”</p> - -<p>“Just meeting the ball doesn’t get you hits, -though,” demurred the other.</p> - -<p>“That’s where you’re wrong, old man. Even -if you only hold your bat out still, a hard-pitched -ball will bound off it away across the infield. I -think it’s a mistake to try to slug at first; before—well, -before you’ve got where you’re certain, -if you see what I mean!”</p> - -<p>“You mean that I ought to get so I can hit the -ball before I—before I hit it!” laughed Joe.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_159"></a>[159]</span></p> - -<p>“Before you try to knock the cover off it, yes. -Between you and me, that’s the reason a lot of -chaps don’t hit better than they do,” continued -Jack. “They want to make home-runs or three-baggers, -and they don’t stop to think that a short -hit that gets you to first is a lot better than a -home-run that doesn’t happen!”</p> - -<p>“You talk like one of those little blue books,” -jeered Joe. “‘How to Become a Ball-Player’ or -‘The Art of Batting’!”</p> - -<p>“I’m telling you what I’ve learned,” replied -Jack unruffledly. “I’m not much of a player myself, -but I’ve kept my eyes open. Look here, -Joey, I’ll tell you what we might do, you and I, -and it wouldn’t hurt either of us a mite. Let’s -go down to the cage at recess every noon and -practise. We’ll keep a bat and ball at school -and I’ll pitch to you and you bat, and you can -pitch to me and I’ll bat. I don’t mean really -pitch, of course, because I can’t do it; nor you, -either; but just serve ’em up, you know, and let -the other fellow see how many he can hit. Bet -you anything you like if we do that long enough -we can get so we can connect with anything! It’s -the eye that does the trick, Joey. It’s getting the -eye trained so that, no matter where the ball<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_160"></a>[160]</span> -comes, you can put the bat in front of it. Want -to try it?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll try anything,” responded Joe. “Still, it -seems to me all that batting practice I had in the -cage before we went outdoors didn’t do me much -good.”</p> - -<p>“This’ll be different. You know the way you do -when you take a tennis racket and try to keep the -ball bouncing against a wall or a floor? Well, -that’s the same idea. It teaches you quickness -and sureness, doesn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“I guess so. All right, we’ll have a go at it -tomorrow. Have you a bat at home?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, and some old balls. I’ll bring them down -tomorrow and we’ll try the scheme. We’ve got -to do something to beat Handsome Frank, that’s -certain!”</p> - -<p>“You do hate him, don’t you?” laughed Joe.</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t hate him one mite,” replied Jack -seriously. “I even have a sort of sneaking liking -for the chump. But I do love to take him down -a notch or two whenever I can. Besides, I want -that bat-case!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_161"></a>[161]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII<br /> -<small>THE FIRST GAME</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The game with the grammar school team came -off the following Tuesday on extremely damp -grounds and under weather conditions far from -ideal. Although it was the first of April, the wind -was in the northeast and it blew across the playing -field with a most unfriendly ferocity. The -game didn’t begin until ten minutes past four, -and by that time the few spectators who had -courageously turned out to witness the team’s -début were shivering with the cold and had deserted -the stands to keep their blood in circulation -by moving about.</p> - -<p>Joe, wrapped in a sweater, hands in pockets, -sat with a dozen other substitutes on the home -bench and tried to keep his teeth from chattering. -It had been agreed that, because of the weather -conditions and the lateness of the starting time, -the game was to go but six innings. High School -presented a batting-list composed, with two exceptions, -of seasoned material. Gordon Smith, -shortstop, led off, followed by Sidney Morris and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_162"></a>[162]</span> -Jack Strobe. Sidney played centre field and was -a good hitter. Smith could be relied on to get -his base five times out of ten under ordinary circumstances, -and Jack was in third place as cleanup -hitter. Buster Healey, second baseman; Steve -Hale, third baseman; Frank Foley, first baseman, -batted in that order, following Jack. Healey -was a good but erratic hitter, Foley at best could -be called fair, and Hale, a newcomer on the team -this spring, was still an unknown quantity. -Captain Craig followed Frank Foley. Then came -Walter Cummings, another unproved hitter, and, -finally, the pitcher, who today happened to be -Toby Williams.</p> - -<p>Toby got himself into a bit of a mess in the -very first inning when he allowed the second -grammar school batter to walk and followed that -by offering a straight ball to the opposing team’s -captain, who had a local reputation as a hitter. -Captain Gandy sent that ball straight down the -alley between shortstop and third baseman and -took two bases on the hit, promoting the man -ahead to third. Toby struck out the next boy, -and with two gone, the prospect of escaping -being scored on became brighter. But a glaring -error by Healey let in two runs and put the fourth -batsman safely on first, from whence he departed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_163"></a>[163]</span> -for second a moment later and was thrown out, -Craig to Smith.</p> - -<p>The handful of grammar school youths shouted -and exulted and swaggered, reminding each -other that “I told you so!” But their delight -didn’t last long, for High School fell on -their pitcher and swatted the ball all over the -lot, filling the bases with no one out. Buster -Healey tried to redeem himself by cleaning them -off, but only fouled to third baseman, and Hale -struck out, more because of a lack of confidence -than because the pitcher’s offerings were in any -way difficult. When Foley went to bat there -seemed but slight chance of scoring and so Tom -Pollock, who was coaching behind first, sent out -orders for a triple steal. Strangely enough, -Foley not only connected with the ball as the -runners sprinted, but actually hit it out safely for -two bases! That took the heart out of Grammar -School’s twirler and he passed Sam Craig, in -spite of the captain’s very evident desire to earn -his way, and repeated the compliment in the case -of Cummings. That advanced Foley to third, -and when Toby came to bat he performed very -nicely, just as he was told to, trickling a bunt -along first base line and beating the throw to the -bag. Foley scored unchallenged.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_164"></a>[164]</span></p> - -<p>Grammar School began to despair of ever getting -that third out! Gordon Smith hit safely, -scoring Craig and Cummings and putting Toby -Williams on second, Sidney Morris drew a pass, -and, living up to his reputation, Jack Strobe -cleaned the bases with a long line-hit that didn’t -touch the ground until it was able to strike the -right field fence on the first bound! But Jack, -although he barely managed to reach third on -what should have been only a two-bagger, died -there a minute or two later when Buster again -failed to distinguish himself.</p> - -<p>High School jeered and flung derisive remarks -in the direction of the small but devoted -band of grammar school youths, who, in their -dejection, found successful repartee beyond them.</p> - -<p>The second inning found a new pitcher in the -points for the grammar school, but he was only -slightly more puzzling than the deposed twirler, -and, after turning the enemy down in one, two, -three order, High School proceeded to indulge -in another batting-fest. But this time she scored -only three runs, bringing her total to twelve. By -the end of that inning only the more enthusiastic -“fans” remained, the others seeking warmer surroundings. -With a lead of ten runs, Coach Talbot -decided to begin on his second-string players and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_165"></a>[165]</span> -made substitutions right and left during the remainder -of the game. Toby Williams gave place -to Carl Moran in the fourth, and Moran, heartened -by the lead his team possessed, pitched a -very pretty article of ball. When Amesville took -the field in the fifth inning only four regulars remained -in the line-up—Sam Craig, Sidney Morris, -Frank Foley and Carl Moran. Buster Healey -gave way to Joe, who was secretly hoping to be -allowed on first. When, however, Foley did drop -out, in the final inning, it was young Farquhar -who took his place. Joe wasn’t worried by the -rivalry of Farquhar, who was as yet by no means -varsity material, but how, he wondered, was he -ever to convince Coach Talbot or Captain Craig -or anyone else that he could play first base if he -never was allowed to get there?</p> - -<p>On second Joe played a steady game, but had -little to do, since Moran held the visitors in check -throughout the two innings. The contest finally -ended with the score 17 to 3, the grammar -school’s third run having been scored in the -fourth by a combination of two scratch hits and -an error by shortstop. By the time the last man -was out in the sixth the players and the handful -of spectators who remained were chilled to the -bone and heartily glad to get away. On the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_166"></a>[166]</span> -whole, that first baseball game of the season had -proved just about what Jack dubbed it, a “frost.”</p> - -<p>Perversely, the weather changed its tune the -next day, and for a week blue skies and soft -breezes held sway, and practice was once more -enjoyable. They worked hard, all of them, from -Captain Sam himself down to the youngest and -newest tyro, but it was work they liked. By the -time another week had passed into history improvement -was plainly visible. The team was -finding itself. Batting was gradually ceasing to -be a lost art, wild heaves were becoming fewer, -and on the base-paths the fellows began to show -what Coach Talbot called almost human intelligence.</p> - -<p>The noonday practice in the cage was producing -results for Joe and Jack. It would have been -strange if it had not, for when you put in from -fifteen to twenty minutes six times a week doing -nothing but trying to bring a poised bat against -a thrown ball you’ve simply got to learn something! -And Joe learned that the time to judge -a pitched ball was just before it reached the plate -and not when it left the pitcher’s glove, and that -“the shorter the swing the surer the hit.” They -took turns standing in front of the wall at one -end of the baseball cage and trying to hit everything<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_167"></a>[167]</span> -that came. At first they made no special -effort to direct the hits. The game was to let no -ball get past. It was fine training for the eye, -there could be no doubt of that, and very soon -the one who pitched had to use all his cunning -to get the ball by the bat. Then the batter tried -to put the ball always toward the pitcher, and -after he had gained proficiency at that he attempted -to hit it to the left or the right.</p> - -<p>Naturally enough it was Jack who showed the -most cleverness at this, and when they had been -holding these batting practices for some three -weeks his ability to hit every offering and tap it -away to any corner of the cage he liked was -almost startling. The boys usually had an audience -of from one or two to a dozen, who, coming -first to make fun, finally watched with interest -and admiration. Many were the requests from -the spectators to be allowed to try their skill, -but Joe and Jack, by then very earnest at their -work, refused to be interfered with. Two other -fellows appeared one day with bat and ball and -insisted on sharing the cage. But their enthusiasm -was short-lived. They came the next day -and the third day following that, but never again.</p> - -<p>For a time Joe was deeply disappointed, even -disgruntled, because that practice in the cage<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_168"></a>[168]</span> -failed to bring about any improvement on the -field. The fact puzzled Jack, too, and he had no -very good explanation to offer. The best he could -do was to lay it to the difference of conditions. -Joe agreed that that was probably it and wanted -to know what use there was in keeping on with -the cage stunt. But he did keep on, nevertheless, -and at last, just when he was reaching a -stage of abject hopelessness, the practice bore -fruit.</p> - -<p>It was one Wednesday afternoon, two weeks -after the grammar school game. Two other unimportant -contests had been won and in three -days Amesville was to play the first of its two -scheduled games with Lynton High School. Joe, -with a half-dozen others, was at the batting-net -and Williams, a bit bored and listless, was pitching. -Buster Healey had finally managed to line -one to the equally bored substitutes who -were fielding the balls, and had stepped aside, -giving place to Joe. Joe had already been up -once and had had a hard time getting his hit in -spite of the fact that Toby was putting very little -on the ball. And now he was just as hopeless as -ever he had been as he hitched his trousers and -gripped his bat.</p> - -<p>“Soak it, Faulkner,” said Cummings lazily.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_169"></a>[169]</span> -“I want another whack at it before Toby’s arm -gives out.”</p> - -<p>Toby, picking up one of the half-dozen balls -that surrounded him, grinned: “If he hits before -I get three over on him I’ll chase it myself.”</p> - -<p>“That’s a sporting proposition, Faulkner,” -exclaimed Hale. “Go to it! I’d love to see -Williams trot over to the fence and back!”</p> - -<p>Toby was a little more crafty now, took a full -wind-up and shot a drop over the base-bag which -did duty as a plate. Buster, leaning on his bat -behind the net, announced a strike.</p> - -<p>“It was a peach, Toby. Now don’t let him -work you again, Joe. Watch for a slow one.”</p> - -<p>“This is going to be a beaner,” laughed Toby. -“Look out!”</p> - -<p>But it came waist-high, broke to the left, and -failed to win Buster’s approval.</p> - -<p>“Ball, Toby,” he said. “Too wide. Come on, -now, show your goods!”</p> - -<p>Toby’s reply to the challenge was a fast ball -with a slight curve and Joe guessed it right. Bat -and ball met and, although Joe made only a half-swing, -the sphere sped straight over Toby’s -head—he ducked involuntarily, to the delight of -the batters—and travelled far back down the -field.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_170"></a>[170]</span></p> - -<p>“Don’t touch it!” bawled Buster. “Let it -alone, Loomis! Now, then, Toby, shake a -leg, old scout! You said you’d field it, you -know.”</p> - -<p>Toby smiled wanly and kept his promise, jogging -far down the field to the surprise of the -fielders and the gleeful chortles of the batting -squad.</p> - -<p>“That was a peach,” declared Steve Hale as -Joe, as much surprised as Toby Williams, measured -the hit and relinquished his place to Cummings. -Joe looked indifferent, but secretly he -was as pleased as Punch. There’s something delightfully -heartening in the feel and sound of a -good, clean hit, and as Joe moved back he still -felt the tingle in his palms and experienced an -inward glow of satisfaction. That, he reflected, -was the first hit he could remember that he had -been entirely satisfied with! Of course, it had -been made in practice instead of in a game, but -still Toby had really been trying to fool him and -some measure of credit was due him.</p> - -<p>Toby came back, hot and perspiring, from his -jaunt, with the recovered ball in his hand, and -proceeded to wreak vengeance on Hale. The fellows -at the net still guyed him, however, and Hale -speedily found a hit. When Buster’s turn came<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_171"></a>[171]</span> -again he asked: “Will you field it, Toby, if I -get to you inside of three?”</p> - -<p>But Toby had had enough and shook his head, -which proved fortunate in the light of succeeding -events. Buster, after fouling two, sent a long -fly arching out.</p> - -<p>When Joe stepped in front of the net Toby -waved a hand in sarcastic greeting. “Hit ’em -as hard as you like, Faulkner,” he called. “All -bets are off!”</p> - -<p>Nevertheless, it was soon evident to Joe and -the others that Toby didn’t intend his offerings -to be hit hard, for he used all his skill, “mixing -them up” bewilderingly. One went as a ball, the -next was a foul-tip, the third was a doubtful strike, -the fourth was another foul. Joe was matching -his skill against the pitcher’s, and for the first -time he was confident of the result. He let a -second strike go past because, although he was -certain he could have taken it, it was too low to -hit any distance. Again he fouled, going after -the ball just as he had been doing down in the -schoolhouse basement, and still again. Toby -showed impatience.</p> - -<p>“Oh, hit one, Faulkner! I’m giving ’em to -you soft!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, you are!” jeered Buster, behind the improvised<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_172"></a>[172]</span> -plate. “You’re putting everything -you’ve got on them! I dare you to put one in the -groove, Toby!”</p> - -<p>Toby took the dare, launching a straight, fast -ball to the net that looked like a white streak. -But Joe glued his eyes to it, swung short but from -the shoulders, and there was a fine, resounding -<em>crack</em>! Toby turned slowly and watched the ball -streak far into the field. Then he held up both -hands and grinned at Joe.</p> - -<p>“You win!” he said.</p> - -<p>That was the beginning of Joe’s batting success. -After that day he faced the pitcher, whoever -he might be, with a confident smile reflecting -the inward conviction that he could hit. -There was nothing remarkable about his batting -that season and he was never spectacular. -Usually his contribution proved a single, infrequently -a double. He was in no danger of being -dubbed “Home-Run” Faulkner. And frequently -enough, more frequently than he approved of, -you may be sure, he struck out just as ingloriously -as anyone else on the team. But, somehow, -he showed a reliability that began to be talked -about toward the end of the season. It was a -fair wager, when he went to the plate, that he -would deliver a hit. Often he didn’t; more often<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_173"></a>[173]</span> -he did. And what made his hits go safe was that -practice in the baseball cage, for through that -he had attained an almost uncanny ability to -place them. Few pitchers could make him hit -where he didn’t want to. Jack once declared -that Joe, who was a right-handed batter, could -hit a fast ball to right field and a slow one to -left any time he wanted to! This was somewhat -of an exaggeration, but certain it is that Joe was -a clever batter when it came to “putting them -where they ain’t,” and his title of Lucky Faulkner -was felt to have been wisely bestowed. But -I am ahead of my story, for Joe’s batting prowess, -although it came into being that April afternoon -at the net, was of gradual growth. When -all is said, the way to learn to bat is to bat. And -that is the way Joe learned.</p> - -<p>Amesville played Lynton one warm, cloudy -afternoon on the former’s grounds and took her -first beating. Lynton had a way of winning from -Amesville when all the signs pointed toward defeat. -She never played remarkable ball; never, -in fact, won from any other club of Amesville’s -ability. But, somehow, almost every year Lynton -managed to secure the decision in one or another -of the two games played. And every year -there came a loud and impatient demand for a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_174"></a>[174]</span> -third and deciding contest. But the third contest -seldom occurred, seldom when it was demanded, -because by that time both teams had -filled their dates, and never by arrangement at -the beginning of the season because at such times -Amesville smiled confidently and said: “Well, -this year we won’t have any fooling. We’ll take -’em both!”</p> - -<p>Lynton’s perversity had secured for her the -compliment of being looked on by Amesville as -second only to Petersburg as a worthy foeman. -Sometimes Lynton won by virtue of her enemy’s -errors, caused by over-eagerness. Sometimes she -won by sheer luck, as when, two years before, -with the score 7 to 6 in Amesville’s favour in the -ninth inning, the Amesville pitcher had let down -long enough to allow two tail-enders to get to -third and second bases, and then, with two down -and two strikes on the batsman, had pitched a -wild ball that had sent the batter staggering -away from the plate and had seen in amazement -the ball hit the shouldered bat, bound away to -just behind first base, and land fair a yard beyond -anyone’s reach while the runners crossed the -home plate with enough tallies to take the game! -That contest had become famous in Amesville -legends, and nowadays it was the usual thing for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_175"></a>[175]</span> -someone to shout at a crucial moment in a game: -“Don’t hit his bat, Tom!” Amesville had remained -sore over that game for a whole year -and had only regained her composure when, the -following spring, she had tied the first Lynton -contest and then routed her enemy in the second -struggle by the generous score of 17 to 6!</p> - -<p>This year Amesville appeared a trifle less confident -of winning the two battles, although she -perhaps secretly expected to do so. At all events, -she took no chances in that first game. Tom -Pollock started in the box and remained until the -seventh inning, at which time Amesville had a -satisfactory lead of four runs. Toby Williams -relieved him, and Toby had an off-day if ever -pitcher had! For two innings he escaped real -punishment, although one of several passes resulted -in the eighth in a tally for Lynton. But -in the first half of the ninth, with the score then -8 to 5 in the home team’s favour, Toby simply laid -down in the traces. Afterwards some of the -blame was laid at the door of coach and captain, -for it was said that Jack Speyer, who was put in -Sam Craig’s place behind the bat in the eighth, -showed poor judgment. In any case, after getting -through the next to the last session at the -expense of but one run, Toby went to the bad<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_176"></a>[176]</span> -completely. Twice, when the batter had three -balls and no strikes against him, Speyer and -Toby met in consultation between plate and -mound and Lynton howled and hooted. In that -disastrous ninth Toby gave two passes, hit a batsman -and was punished for four hits with a total -of six bases! Before Carl Moran could even peel -his sweater off preparatory to warming up the -mischief was done. When Carl did go in the -score was tied and there were runners on second -and third, with two men out. The only wonder -was that Lynton had managed to score so few -runs! Carl did his best, which was not a very -good best, but he was facing a desperate situation -and was plainly nervous. The next batter hit -safely past Hale and two more runs were scored. -Then Carl gave a pass, just to show that Toby -was not the only generous pitcher on the team, -and, after Speyer had overthrown second in an -effort to kill a steal and one more runner had -scored, he persuaded the Lynton catcher to send -a long fly to Jack Strobe’s waiting hands.</p> - -<p>When that fatal half-inning was over the score -told a far different tale! Lynton was in the lead, -eleven runs to Amesville’s eight. Coach Talbot -used all his science and shifted and substituted -bewilderingly in the last of the ninth, and it was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_177"></a>[177]</span> -then that Joe made his début. Foley, while playing -a clean game at the bag, had been hitting miserably -all the afternoon, and when Mr. Talbot -looked about for someone to bat in his stead Joe -was about the only fellow left on the bench eligible -to play. By that time Morris had struck out, -Jack was on second and Healey on first. Joe -faced the Lynton pitcher calmly and smilingly, -but he confessed afterwards to Jack that he was -a bit weak in the knees! However, that weakness -didn’t prevent him from out-guessing the pitcher -on the first delivery and driving the ball down -the alley between first and second basemen, scoring -Jack, putting Buster on third, and reaching -second himself on his stomach with no time to -spare! But that was the last sputter, for Loomis, -rushed into the breach to bat for Speyer, took -the count without a swing, and once more Lynton, -the incorrigible, pesky varmint, had won!</p> - -<p>The visitors went off with laughter and song, -cheering and jeering, leaving Amesville to comfort -herself with the knowledge of a future meeting -and to once more raise the cry of “<em>Give us a -third game!</em>”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_178"></a>[178]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV<br /> -<small>A TRY-OUT AT FIRST</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The Second Team was formed the third week in -April. Joe found, rather to his surprise, that he -was to be retained with the first squad as substitute -infielder and was not to be relegated to the -second. That was, certainly, a compliment to his -playing ability, and he was duly pleased, but there -were moments during the succeeding fortnight -when he almost wished that he had been placed -on the scrub, since in that case he would undoubtedly -have been put at first and would be playing -there regularly instead of sitting half of the time -on the bench and trying not to hope that Frank -Foley would break a finger or sprain an ankle! -When Joe did get in it was more likely to be at -second base than first, since Buster Healey, the -regular incumbent of that position, was playing -a decidedly erratic game and Coach Talbot was -becoming discouraged with him and was constantly -pulling him out in favour of a substitute. -Buster had it in him to play fine ball, but this<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_179"></a>[179]</span> -spring he was badly off his game. Joe was -always glad to get a chance to play, and would -have gone behind the bat, had he been told to, or -even into the outfield, rather than remain on the -bench, but he did wish that Bat would give him -a chance at first.</p> - -<p>Jack suggested once when Joe was mourning -the lack of opportunity to exhibit his skill at the -first sack that they enter into a deep, dark conspiracy -against Handsome Frank. “We might,” -said Jack thoughtfully, “decoy him to the soda -fountain and slip poison in his drink. Or we -might wait for him outside his house some night -and stab him full of holes. If we did that it -might be best to leave a Black Hand note attached -to the stiletto in order to avert suspicion. -They’d probably arrest Tony, the bootblack, and -might hang him. Tony never did anything to me, -and—No, I guess it wouldn’t be fair to have Tony -hung. How would a bomb do? We could put it -under his seat at school and——”</p> - -<p>“And blow ourselves up, too?” asked Joe. -“No, I don’t like that idea so much, Jack.”</p> - -<p>Jack acknowledged that it had its drawbacks. -“Just the same,” he asserted decisively, “something -must be done. Frank has a nasty way of -grinning at me nowadays, and yesterday he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180"></a>[180]</span> -wanted to know if I was feeling well. Said I -looked a bit pale. And the funny thing is, Joey, -that I don’t feel awfully smart; haven’t for -nearly a week. I suppose it’s the warm weather, -but if I caught scarlet fever or anything and had -to lay off for a couple of weeks I’d lose that bet -sure as shooting!”</p> - -<p>“Well, I guess you needn’t count on me to help -you win it,” replied Joe hopelessly. “Bat seems -to think that I’m only good on second, or, sometimes, -third.”</p> - -<p>“If Buster doesn’t take a brace you’ll find -yourself on second for keeps,” said Jack. “I’d -like to know what’s the matter with that chap. -Last year, and the year before, too, he was a -mighty good second-sacker, but now—Great -Scott, did you see that heave of his to Frank yesterday? -It went three yards wide of the base if -it went an inch, and Buster declares that he threw -straight as an arrow! And even his hitting is -punk. I don’t see Bat’s idea of trying to make -a first baseman of Farquhar this season. The -kid’s too green for it.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe if Healey would brace up,” said Joe, -“I’d lose my job at second and might get a chance -to substitute Foley. I sometimes wish they’d let -me go to the Scrubs.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_181"></a>[181]</span></p> - -<p>“Piffle! At least, you’re a member of the First -Team, even if you don’t play all the time, and -you’ll get your letter, too, before the season’s -over. Next month Bat will be putting you in -somewhere for four or five innings at a whack. -Then, if you get into the Petersburg game you’ll -get your A.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but what’s to keep Bat from getting -tired of seeing me sitting around and letting me -go long before that?” asked Joe dismally.</p> - -<p>“Everything! He’s got to have at least two -substitute infielders, hasn’t he? And you’re one -of them, aren’t you? Anyway, if you keep on -batting as well as you’ve been doing it he won’t -dare to let you go. Speaking of that, Joey, I -guess we’ve done about all we can with that -parlour baseball stunt of ours in the cage. We -might as well call that off, I think.”</p> - -<p>“Especially as we’ve missed about every other -day lately,” Joe laughed.</p> - -<p>“I know. It’s too warm now to feel ambitious. -All a fellow wants to do at recess is lie on his -back and watch the clouds go over and wonder -where they get the energy to do it! You can’t -say, though, that that scheme of mine hasn’t -worked.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t try to. It did me a lot of good, Jack.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_182"></a>[182]</span> -I—I almost think that by next year I’ll be a fairly -good hitter.”</p> - -<p>“You’ll be that this year if you keep on improving. -Tom is the only fellow you can’t hit -about as you like. And that’s no disgrace to you, -because Tom Pollock is about as good a pitcher -as you’ll find in the State, and I’m not excepting -professionals, either!”</p> - -<p>“Toby told me the other day that Tom has a -chance to go to a league team whenever he wants -to.”</p> - -<p>“I should say he had! Why, three or four -teams have been after him. He could get a try-out -with Detroit tomorrow if he wanted it. But -Tom says he’s going to college next Fall, and, of -course, he wants to play ball there.”</p> - -<p>“I should think he would. I wish I thought I -could go to college, Jack.”</p> - -<p>“Why can’t you? In another year you’ll have -so much money saved up that you’ll be able to do -as you like! The stand’s doing better every -month, and the first thing we know we’ll be millionaires!”</p> - -<p>“We fooled ourselves about Young, all right, -didn’t we? Honest, Jack, I expected long before -this that he’d have shown a yellow streak.”</p> - -<p>“Me, too. And the funny thing is that I still<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_183"></a>[183]</span> -don’t altogether trust him. But everything -seems perfectly straight, doesn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Absolutely. I don’t believe he’s done a thing -shady except swipe a box of cigarettes now and -then. I guess he’s about as good a fellow as we -could have found for the job.”</p> - -<p>“He sure is. By the way, when we engaged -him we said something about giving him a raise, -didn’t we, if he got along all right?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, we did, and I suppose we’d better be -thinking about doing it. Still, he’s been working -only about two months. We’ll let it go until next -month, Jack.”</p> - -<p>“All right. I dare say he isn’t looking for a -raise just yet. He hasn’t made any hints to me, -anyway. The thing that puzzles me, though, is -how he can wear the flossy clothes he does on ten -dollars per. He’s almost as beautiful as Frank -Foley!”</p> - -<p>“I can answer that,” replied Joe drily. “He -has accounts with a lot of the stores. A chap -came in the other day when I was at the stand -and wanted me to pay a bill of sixteen dollars -for underwear and ties and things. Thought I -was Young. I told him to try again. If he has -many bills around town like that one he won’t be -with us much longer, I guess, and that’s one<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_184"></a>[184]</span> -reason I think it’ll be just as well to wait a bit -longer before we make that raise. It doesn’t do -much good to raise a chap’s wages and have him -leave you in the lurch a few weeks later.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if he’s got creditors after him,” laughed -Jack, “he needs the raise pretty badly right now! -But I guess you’re right. We’ll wait and see -what happens. He’s an idiot to blow in money -like that for pink-striped shirts and things. I’d -love to hitch him and Handsome Frank up and -drive them tandem down Main Street some afternoon!” -And Jack chuckled merrily.</p> - -<p>“Do you suppose,” asked Joe, after a minute’s -silence, “that it would do to ask Bat for a try-out -at first? I mean, tell him I’ve played the -position and think I could do it again; make a -bid for the job to substitute Foley.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t do it. Bat wouldn’t like it a bit, old -man. Bat’s peculiar that way. Tell you what -you might do, though. You might sort of hint -something of the sort to Sam. Sam wouldn’t -mind it, I guess. I believe I’d do that, Joey, some -time before long. As I’ve previously remarked, -something’s just got to be done about Mr. Foley -if we don’t want him to cop that bet we made.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t see,” said Joe innocently, “how that -interests me any. <em>I</em> didn’t bet with him.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_185"></a>[185]</span></p> - -<p>“Why, you—you—you ungrateful chump!” -exclaimed Jack. “Do you mean to say that -you’re going to leave me in the lurch? Didn’t -you agree to oust Frank from first base? Didn’t -you——”</p> - -<p>“No, I didn’t,” Joe laughed. “That was your -idea entirely. Besides, what would I get out of -it? You couldn’t cut that bat-case in half, could -you?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll let you use it on Sundays,” replied Jack -generously.</p> - -<p>Joe pondered for several days the plan of confiding -to Sam Craig his desire to become a first -baseman. Once he got his courage almost to the -sticking-point, but a troublesome conviction that -Sam would think him “fresh” held him back. -And then, before he again reached the determination -to take the plunge, events made it unnecessary.</p> - -<p>During the last half of April, Amesville played -three games, one with Grammar School on a -Thursday and two with outside teams of no great -importance. In the Grammar School contest -High School was again easily victorious, although -the score was somewhat more even than in the -first meeting. The Grammar School pitcher who -had been so unmercifully drubbed came back<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_186"></a>[186]</span> -strong and proved rather a hard nut to crack, -holding High School to eight hits for a total of -twelve bases in the seven innings he pitched. The -score at the end was 8 to 3. The team journeyed -to Sinclair one Saturday and played the high -school team there, winning easily, with Tom Pollock -pitching five innings and Toby Williams four, -by the tune of 11 to 5. On the last Saturday of -the month Corby High School came to Amesville -and was walloped 14 to 6, Carl Moran presiding -on the mound for eight innings and pitching very -good ball until a tired arm threatened to bring -his downfall, and Tom Pollock was hurried to the -rescue.</p> - -<p>Every afternoon, save when an outside team -was to be played, the First Team and Scrubs came -together and some very close, hotly-contested -battles ensued. Oddly enough, Joe’s first opportunity -to show what he could do as a first baseman -found him playing with the Scrubs. One -afternoon the Scrubs’ regular first baseman was -missing and when its shortstop got mixed up at -second with Sidney Morris and was helped off -the field with a badly-wrenched knee, the Scrubs’ -coach, a high school graduate named Meyers, -was in a quandary and was forced to borrow a -player from the First. The choice fell on Joe,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_187"></a>[187]</span> -and as Joe was a stranger to the shortstop position -Meyer put his third baseman there, transferred -his first baseman to third, and put Joe -at first. Joe was rather too nervous during the -first inning to make much of a showing, but, fortunately, -Carl Moran, who was pitching for the -Scrubs, held the First fairly tight and Joe was -able to get by without anything worse than a -doubtful error when he failed to get a wide throw -in time to make the out. But in the succeeding -innings, five in all, he covered the bag in a style -which opened Mr. Talbot’s eyes and brought good -words from his friends. If he did not have the -reach that Frank Foley had, he was so much -quicker than that other youth that he quite made -up for the fact, while at bat he was easily the -superior of that player. Joe did not, however, -greatly distinguish himself with the stick that -afternoon, for Tom Pollock pitched the whole six -innings for the First, and Tom, when he tried, -could hold any fellow on the team helpless. Still, -Joe did do better than any other member of the -Scrubs, getting two hits, one of the scratch variety, -as his earnings. The First Team nosed out -of the game with a two-run lead, but had to work -hard that day for their victory.</p> - -<p>The result of Joe’s exhibition with the Scrubs<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_188"></a>[188]</span> -that afternoon was that two days later he was -substituted for Foley in the fifth inning of a game -with the Second Team, much to Foley’s surprise -and, I fancy, disgust. Again he got through creditably, -although a poor heave from Buster Healey -got past him on one occasion and led him in the -subsequent confusion to himself make a hurried -and ragged throw to third. But the misplay did -not appear in the results and he more than atoned -with two stops that brought applause from the -stand and the benches and by lacing out a two-bagger -in the fourth inning that sent two runs -across.</p> - -<p>Jack was jubilant as they walked back to town -after that game. “You’ve been and gone and done -it, Joey!” he said. “You’ve shown Bat at last -that you’re the man for the job! I saw him and -Sam put their heads together when you cracked -out that two-bagger, and I’ll bet you anything -they mean to find a place for you. Why shouldn’t -they, anyway? Don’t they need all the batting -strength they can get? And don’t you hit a lot -better than Foley, or three or four others, for -that matter? What Bat’s trying to do now, I -guess, is to figure out some way of getting you -in the line-up. Well, he will either have to put -you at first or second. Hale has made good at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_189"></a>[189]</span> -third, all right. If I were he I’d switch Buster -and Gordon Smith around. Gordon’s a good -shortstop, of course, but I dare say he could play -second just as well. That would give Buster a -chance to redeem himself, you see. Still, that -wouldn’t make a place for you, Joey.” Jack -frowned intently a moment and then continued: -“No, sir, the only thing to do is to shelve Frank!”</p> - -<p>“Don’t be an idiot! Why should he shelve -Foley? Foley can play first better than I can.”</p> - -<p>“That’s all right. With a week’s practice you -could do just as well as he’s doing. And when -it comes to batting you’re away ahead of him. -And I want to tell you, Joey, that what this team -is going to need when we run up against Petersburg -is fellows who can roll the pill! Well, anyway, -you wait and see. Something will happen -to Handsome Frank before long, mark my words. -I’m a prophet, Joey!”</p> - -<p>“You’re a chump, you mean. Walk up and -let’s get somewhere. Speaking of profits, I’d -like to find out what ours have been today.”</p> - -<p>“All you think of is filthy money,” mourned -Jack.</p> - -<p>“And all you think of,” Joe retorted, “is that -old bat-case!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_190"></a>[190]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV<br /> -<small>BUSTER DROPS OUT</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The following day the team went to Crawford -Mills and played a nine made up of the youths -of that small but busy town. About half of the -members were high school boys and the rest -were from the offices of the steel mills, many of -the latter youths of twenty or even twenty-two -years. In the field the Crawford Mills aggregation -presented a peculiar spectacle, for their -shortstop was a chubby youth of no more than -fifteen, while their catcher was at least twenty-one, -and their pitcher, a sort of human bean-pole, -wore a mustache! Lack of practice, however, -was against the “Millers” and, although Amesville -had difficulty with that pitcher, she nevertheless -won out in the seventh inning with a mixture -of hits, daring base running, and errors, the -latter by the opponent.</p> - -<p>Joe, who had had hopes since the day before of -getting another chance at first base, was considerably -disappointed at being left idle on the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_191"></a>[191]</span> -bench until the eighth inning, when he was put -in to run for Tom Pollock, that youth having -turned his ankle at first base. That was all the -playing Joe did, and he sat disgruntledly during -the rest of the game and watched Amesville hold -her lead and ultimately emerge the victor, eight -runs to six.</p> - -<p>The “Millers” were good losers and cheered -the visitors heartily when the contest was over, -and their captain, the tall, mustached pitcher, -shook hands with Tom Pollock and hoped his -ankle wasn’t hurt much. Tom was able to reassure -him. Then a request was made for a -second game at Amesville, and Sam Craig agreed -to see what could be done about one. High School -journeyed home at dusk, very well satisfied with -an almost errorless performance—Buster Healey -had alone sinned—and very hungry. Joe was -wedged in between Jack and Walter Cummings -in the trolley car going back, with Frank Foley -directly in front on the next seat. Jack, who had -outshone himself that afternoon in left field, was -feeling especially cheerful and, before they had -been buzzing across country very long, began to -heckle Handsome Frank, to the amusement of the -others within hearing.</p> - -<p>“Say, Frank,” he began, leaning over, “we’ve<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_192"></a>[192]</span> -got a fellow working for us at the news-stand -who makes you look like a faded leaf, old top. -Honest, Frank, he’s got it all over you as a swell -dresser. You’ll have to look to your laurels -right smart. That’s no josh, either. Why, that -fellow’s got a pink-and-green-striped shirt that -would simply fill you with envy!”</p> - -<p>“Hello, Jack,” was the response. “You jabbering -again?”</p> - -<p>“Yep, jabbering again, Frankie. Listen. -You’re months behind the style, old chap. -They’re not wearing those all-leather shoes any -more. You want to get some with cloth tops. -They’re the only proper dress for the Johnnies. -I’m afraid you haven’t read your fashion journal -this month!”</p> - -<p>“The trouble with you and Faulkner,” replied -Frank over his shoulder, “is that you dress so -like tramps that when you see a fellow with a -clean collar on you don’t know what to make of -it!”</p> - -<p>That produced chuckles from the nearby seats. -Jack smiled serenely. “Yes, there’s something -in what you say. That’s where you have it on the -rest of us, Frank. Your collars are so plaguey -high that no one can see whether they’re clean -or not on top! But what I’m telling you about<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_193"></a>[193]</span> -the cloth-top shoes is right as rain. They’re positively -the last cry. Get after ’em, Frank.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t worry about my shoes,” was the reply. -“Look after your own, Jack. There’s a place -down town where you can get them shined for a -nickel. You and your partner had better drop in -there some day.”</p> - -<p>“They’d never do Jack’s for a nickel,” remarked -Buster. “His feet are too big.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I shine mine at home,” said Jack cheerfully. -“I save a nickel every week or two, you -see. When I get a quarter saved up I’m going to -get one of those manicures like Frank’s. They’re -great! Every time he puts his hand up you get -blinded.”</p> - -<p>“Every time you put your hand up,” chuckled -Frank, “I think someone’s dead!”</p> - -<p>“Now what’s he mean by that?” asked Jack, -as the others laughed.</p> - -<p>“You’d better dry up,” advised Joe amusedly.</p> - -<p>“Good advice, Faulkner,” Foley commented. -“Wash his hands when you get him home. Your -own, too.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll leave it to the crowd if my hands aren’t -clean,” exclaimed Jack indignantly, holding them -up for inspection. “I washed them only yesterday. -Frank, you’re almost insulting. For two<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_194"></a>[194]</span> -cents I’d disarrange your scarf and break your -heart!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, cut it out,” growled Foley. “You’re not -smart; you just think you are. I wear whatever -clothes I please, and it doesn’t concern you.”</p> - -<p>“Doesn’t it, though? My word! It concerns -me a lot, old chap. Many’s the time I’ve got up -in the morning feeling blue and depressed and -then seen you glide by in a pink shirt and a green -hat and white spats and perked right up, Frank! -Why, you’re our little blob of local colour, that’s -what you are. We’re all better for you, Frank. -Amesville would be pale and commonplace without -you. Why, just the other day I walked along -a block or two behind you inhaling the aroma -that floated back, and life seemed different right -away. That was the day everyone was calling -up the gas company and complaining of -leaks!”</p> - -<p>This sally brought a burst of laughter that dissipated -the final remnant of Foley’s good-temper, -and he turned to face Jack with an angry countenance. -Unfortunately, he caught the grin on -Joe’s features and straightway transferred his -attention to that youth.</p> - -<p>“What are you smirking about, you fresh -kid?” he demanded. “You go and sell your five-cent<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_195"></a>[195]</span> -cigars and let me alone. You’re a joke, anyway, -and you’re the biggest joke when you try -to play ball. You grin at me and I’ll reach back -there and wipe it off!”</p> - -<p>“Cut it out, Frank,” said Tom Pollock from -the seat behind Joe’s. “Keep your temper, old -man. No one’s hurting you.”</p> - -<p>“Well, those cheap guys can keep their mouths -closed, then. I wasn’t saying anything to them, -was I?”</p> - -<p>“You began it,” retorted Jack mendaciously. -“You’re jealous because I told you there was a -fellow in town with cloth-top shoes. I only said -it for your own good, and——”</p> - -<p>“Dry up, Jack,” commanded Tom. “You’re -tiresome.”</p> - -<p>“All right,” grieved Jack. “That’s all the -thanks I get for trying to be kind and helpful!”</p> - -<p>Just then they had to pile out and change to -another trolley, and when they were reseated -Jack discovered that Foley had placed himself -the length of the car away. He sighed. “No -more fun,” he murmured. “I shall go to -sleep.”</p> - -<p>That incident, unimportant as it seemed, bore -results. Frank Foley evidently reached the conclusion -that it was Joe and not Jack who was at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196"></a>[196]</span> -the bottom of the heckling, for whenever they -met Joe was regarded with scowling dislike. It -didn’t bother Joe much, but it amused Jack immensely. -“Honestly, Joey,” he would chuckle, -“you oughtn’t to put me up to saying things -about Frank. It isn’t nice. If he speaks to me -about it I’ll just have to tell him that I don’t -approve of it a bit.”</p> - -<p>“I wish you and your Frank were at the bottom -of the river,” replied Joe vigorously. “It’s bad -enough being after a fellow’s position without -having a lot of ill-feeling besides. If I should -beat him out, either this year or next, he’d always -think I did it unfairly, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid he would,” grieved Jack. “Try -and be decent to him, Joey. Don’t make fun of -him the way you do. The things you say——”</p> - -<p>“Oh, dry up!” muttered Joe. Jack obeyed, -chuckling wickedly.</p> - -<p>High School continued to win most of her -games, coming a cropper now and then, however, -as when she received a decisive beating at the -hands of Lima. Amesville was shut out for the -first time that season, while her opponent managed -to get seven runs. Toby Williams started -for Amesville, but lasted only three innings. By -that time Lima had four runs to her credit. Tom<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_197"></a>[197]</span> -Pollock kept her at bay until the sixth inning, -when an error by Healey, coming on the heels of -a dropped fly by Cummings, let three more runs -across. Amesville was utterly unable to bunch -the few hits she managed to make off the Lima -pitcher and so travelled home with banners trailing. -The direct outcome of that game was the -replacing of Buster Healey at second base with -young Farquhar. Farquhar, however, only lasted -through three days of practice and was then -relegated to the Scrubs. In his place Coach Talbot -requisitioned George Peddie, and Peddie was -tried at third while Hale went to second. Healey -was heartbroken. It was understood that he was -to have his position again as soon as he recovered -from his present slump, but Buster viewed the -situation hopelessly.</p> - -<p>One afternoon when he and Joe were together -on the bench during the first inning of a game -with the Scrubs he confided his perplexities. “I -don’t know what the dickens is the matter with -me, Joe,” he said. “I didn’t use to have any -trouble. Last year I played through with only -fourteen errors all season, and that’s not so bad, -is it? But this spring”—he shook his head -puzzledly—“I can’t even seem to bat any more. -It’s funny, too. I hit where the ball looks to be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198"></a>[198]</span> -and never touch it. Same way in fielding. I see -the old thing shooting along to me and make a -grab for it and as often as not it gets clean past. -The other day, when I plugged to Frank that -time, I aimed as straight as you please and got -the ball away all right. I <em>know</em> that! But when -it got to first it was two yards to the left!” He -examined his hands as if seeking a solution to his -trouble there. Joe, interested in the new batting -arrangement that Mr. Talbot had introduced that -afternoon, heard Buster’s lamentations with but -half an ear. He nodded sympathetically, though, -when young Peddie had been retired at first, making -the third out.</p> - -<p>“It’s too bad,” he said. “What do you suppose -the reason is?”</p> - -<p>“I’m telling you I don’t know,” replied Buster -a trifle impatiently. “Maybe I’m not well. I—I -have headaches sometimes.” He made the acknowledgment -rather shamefacedly. Buster -didn’t have much sympathy for fellows with ailments.</p> - -<p>For the first time Joe’s interest was really -aroused. “Whereabouts?” he asked quickly.</p> - -<p>“Whereabouts what?”</p> - -<p>“Whereabouts are the headaches?”</p> - -<p>“In my head, of course! Oh, you mean—Well,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_199"></a>[199]</span> -sort of up here.” He placed his hands over his -temples. “Maybe,” he added with a grin, -“maybe I’m studying too hard.”</p> - -<p>“You get a ball,” said Joe, “and come over -here with me.”</p> - -<p>“What for?”</p> - -<p>“Never mind what for, Buster. Come on.”</p> - -<p>Buster borrowed a baseball from the bag and -followed Joe across to the stretch used by pitchers -when they warmed up. “What’s the big -idea?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Shoot it to me,” said Joe. He held his hands -in front of his chest. “Don’t curve it, Buster. -Just put it to me straight.”</p> - -<p>“It’s got to curve some,” objected Buster. -“Here you are.”</p> - -<p>Joe made a stab well to the left of him and -saved himself a trip down the field.</p> - -<p>“Try again,” he said, throwing the ball back. -“Try to hit my hands, Buster. See if you can’t -throw right into them.”</p> - -<p>“Come a little nearer. I can’t see your hands -so well. That’s better.”</p> - -<p>Buster sped the ball off again, and again it -went wide, although not so wide as before. When -the ball came back to him he made rather an awkward -task of catching it. Joe followed the ball.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_200"></a>[200]</span></p> - -<p>“Let’s have it,” he said quietly. Buster -yielded it, troubledly. “Catch,” said Joe and -tossed the ball to the other from some four feet -away. Buster put up his hands quickly, his forehead -a mass of wrinkles and his eyes half-closed, -and the ball tipped his fingers and struck his -chest.</p> - -<p>“What are you scowling for?” asked Joe.</p> - -<p>“Scowling?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, your forehead’s all screwed up. Your -eyes, too. Can’t you catch a ball without doing -that?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. I guess so.”</p> - -<p>“Try it.” This time Buster caught, but, as -before, he frowned and squinted terrifically over -the operation.</p> - -<p>“That’ll do,” said Joe. “You go and see an -oculist, Buster.”</p> - -<p>“Oculist!”</p> - -<p>“Surest thing you know. Something’s wrong -with your eyes. You can’t see, Buster!”</p> - -<p>“Great Scott!” murmured the other. “I—I -believe you’re dead right, Joe!”</p> - -<p>“I know I am. I had headaches like yours a -couple of years ago and my mother sent me to -a doctor. He snipped a couple of muscles and I -was all right.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_201"></a>[201]</span></p> - -<p>“Snipped! Say, didn’t it hurt?”</p> - -<p>“Mm, a little; not much. Maybe your trouble’s -something else, though. Maybe you need glasses, -Buster.”</p> - -<p>“Glasses! Gee, wouldn’t I be a sight with -glasses? Do you really think that’s what’s wrong, -Joe?”</p> - -<p>“Positive! You can’t throw a ball straight -because you don’t see what you’re throwing at -plainly. Now, can you?”</p> - -<p>Buster considered a moment. Then: “I don’t -believe I do, come to think of it. Things are—are -sort of indistinct at a distance. You don’t -suppose”—Buster faltered—“you don’t suppose -I’m going to be blind, do you?”</p> - -<p>“Blind your granny! You go and see an oculist -and he will fix you up right as rain. Do it -tomorrow, Buster. I’ll wager you’ll be playing -second again in a fortnight.”</p> - -<p>“Honest, Joe? Say, why didn’t I think of my -eyes? Why, now when I think of it, I know -mighty well that I don’t see like I did a year ago. -Why, last Spring I could see to the end of the -field as plainly as anything!”</p> - -<p>“Can’t you today?” asked Joe.</p> - -<p>“No, I can’t. I can see, all right, but things -are sort of hazy. What’s a cataract like, Joe?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_202"></a>[202]</span></p> - -<p>“I never had one. Neither have you. Don’t -be an idiot, Buster. Just do as I tell you.”</p> - -<p>“You bet I will!” They were back on the -bench now. “What gets me, Joe, is why I never -thought it might be my eyes!”</p> - -<p>“I guess a fellow thinks of his eyes the last -thing of all,” replied Joe wisely. “I know when -I was having those headaches——”</p> - -<p>But a further account of his experiences was -interrupted by the coach.</p> - -<p>“Faulkner, you take first. That’ll do for today, -Foley. Hale, you go back to third. Peddie, -see what you can do at second.”</p> - -<p>Joe played four innings at the first sack that -afternoon, conscious all the time of Frank Foley’s -malevolent glare from the bench. But he didn’t -allow that to worry him much and covered the -base in good shape. The following afternoon it -was Joe who started at first and Foley who took -his place later on. Perhaps the fear of being -superseded began to wear on Foley, for he -played poorly during the three innings he -was on duty, and Jack exulted on the way -home.</p> - -<p>“You’ve got him on the run, Joey,” he said. -“Keep it up, old man! Remember that bat-case -is yours every Sunday!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_203"></a>[203]</span></p> - -<p>“Hang your old bat-case, Jack! I wish they’d -put me on the second. This thing of taking a -chap’s job away isn’t funny.”</p> - -<p>“To the victor belong the spoils,” replied -Jack untroubledly. “Frank won’t let sentiment -interfere with getting his place back if he can, -Joey, so why should you——”</p> - -<p>“But he had it first.”</p> - -<p>“And couldn’t keep it!”</p> - -<p>“Just the same, I don’t like it. I think I’ll -quit.”</p> - -<p>“You think you’ll quit!” exclaimed the other -in horrified tones. “You’re crazy underfoot like -a radish! Quit nothing! What about that -bat——”</p> - -<p>Joe turned on him menacingly. “If you say -‘bat-case’ again I’ll punch you,” he threatened.</p> - -<p>“Oh, all right. I won’t. I was only going to -ask what about that receptacle for——”</p> - -<p>Joe chased him half a block. When peace had -been restored Joe asked: “Have you seen -Buster Healey today?”</p> - -<p>“No, he wasn’t out,” replied Jack.</p> - -<p>“I know he wasn’t. I’m sort of worried about -Buster. I didn’t say anything about it yesterday, -Jack, but I’m afraid he’s got something<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_204"></a>[204]</span> -wrong with his eyes.” He told of the incident -of the day before, ending up with: “I -don’t know much about cataracts, Jack, but I -wouldn’t be awfully surprised if that was the -trouble.”</p> - -<p>“You’re a cheerful little chap, aren’t you? -Fellows don’t have those things, Joey. Old ladies -have ’em when they’re about eighty. My grandmother -had ’em, and I know.”</p> - -<p>“Well, maybe. I hope you’re right. Anyway, -I’m going to call him up and find out what the -oculist said.”</p> - -<p>Events, however, proved that unnecessary, for -when they turned into the Adams Building there -was Buster leaning against the counter in -conversation with the sprightly Mr. Chester -Young.</p> - -<p>“I was waiting for you, Joe,” he announced. -“Thought you’d like to know you were dead right -yesterday. I went to the doctor man this afternoon -and he says I’ve got my—my——Oh, thunder, -I’ve forgotten it!”</p> - -<p>“Myopia?”</p> - -<p>“That’s it! He says I’m so blamed near-sighted -that’s it’s a wonder I can blow my nose! -But it isn’t cataracts, anyway. Say, honest, Joe, -I was scared blue last night. I told my mother<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_205"></a>[205]</span> -what you’d said and she was certain sure I had -cataracts!”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad you haven’t. What’s the oculist -going to do about it?”</p> - -<p>“He says he can cure me in a few months. I -have to go every day for a while and look through -a sort of machine he has. And I may have to -wear glasses, too. And”—and by this time Buster’s -cheerfulness was ebbing fast—“he says I -can’t play ball any more for a while. Isn’t that -the limit?”</p> - -<p>“Too bad, Buster. But if he can cure the -trouble——”</p> - -<p>“He says he can. Says when you catch them -young, these myopias, you can chase ’em out of -the system, or words like that. I suppose I -oughtn’t to kick, because it might have been a -heap worse, but it’s hard having to give up playing -baseball.”</p> - -<p>“No use troubling about that,” said Jack, who -had joined them. “You couldn’t play anyhow, -Buster, until you got your eyes fixed up right. -Much better give it up this spring and go back -to it next.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose so. I haven’t any choice, anyway. -Say, Joe, I’m certainly much obliged to you for -tipping me off. What gets me——”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_206"></a>[206]</span></p> - -<p>“Joe’s a wise guy,” said Jack. “What he -doesn’t know isn’t worth knowing.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but what gets me——”</p> - -<p>“Oh, that was nothing for Joey! Solomon in -all his glory had nothing on Joseph!”</p> - -<p>“For the love of mud, Jack, shut up! Buster’s -trying to tell you——”</p> - -<p>“I was going to say,” began Buster patiently -again, “that what gets me is why I didn’t realise -myself what the trouble was. That’s what gets -me! You’d think that when a fellow couldn’t see -decently he’d take a tumble and——”</p> - -<p>“Sure, it’s a wonder you haven’t tumbled lots -of times,” agreed Jack solicitously.</p> - -<p>“Oh, you make me tired,” grumbled Buster. -“You can’t be serious a minute. If you had my—my——Say, -what is it again, Joe?”</p> - -<p>“Myopia, Buster.”</p> - -<p>“From the Greek, Buster; myo, close, and -opsis, sight. My word, I wish old Dennison could -have heard me!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, you’re a swell Greek scholar!” jeered -Buster. “Well, I just thought you’d like to hear -about it, Joe. And I hope you get my place at -second—if you want it.”</p> - -<p>“Give it to Foley,” said Jack. “Joe doesn’t -need it. But, honestly, Buster, I’m dead sorry<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_207"></a>[207]</span> -you’re out of it this year. We’re going to miss -you, old man. But you’ll be in better shape for -next, eh?”</p> - -<p>“If Frank’s going to have my place,” replied -Buster dismally, “I’m sorrier than ever!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_208"></a>[208]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI<br /> -<small>FOLEY IS WORRIED</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The next day Joe found himself playing third -base. Gordon Smith was changed from shortstop -to second and George Peddie was at short. But -this arrangement lasted only a few innings. -Peddie was out of place at short and Joe was -equally miscast as third baseman. Then Steve -Hale was put in at short and Joe and Frank -Foley were instructed to change places. The -game with the Scrubs was finished with that arrangement -of the infield, and, while it produced -better results than any previous combination, -still it was far from perfect. After all, Hale was -a third baseman first, last, and all the time, and -Foley was not fast enough to fill his shoes. Joe -secretly hoped that the arrangement would last, -for he was in possession of his coveted position -at first, and, in order that it might, he played the -very best he knew how that afternoon and won -applause more than once. Now that there were -no wild pegs from Buster Healey to be stopped -the position was far easier.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_209"></a>[209]</span></p> - -<p>But the next day Foley was back at first in -practice and Hale was once more cavorting -around third. Gordon Smith was reinstated to -his old position at short and the task of covering -the middle bag fell to George Peddie. That, of -course, put Joe once more on the bench, and once -more Joe gave way to discouragement and Jack -about made up his mind to lose that wager. But -neither Coach Talbot nor Captain Craig was -satisfied with a line-up that left out the hitting -possibilities of Joe Faulkner, and when the two -teams had battled through four innings Foley -was taken out and again Joe went to first. By -now the school in general, or as much of it as -followed the fortunes of the baseball club, was -watching the struggle for first base position with -much interest. It seemed as though Coach Talbot -had decided to give the two contestants equal -chances and let them decide the matter themselves! -Every day Joe and Frank Foley divided -the position. It is not to be denied that Foley -was still a more brilliant first baseman than his -rival. Foley had a long reach that helped him -considerably, had more experience, and was, in -fact, a first-class man for the position. It was at -the bat that he was forced to play second fiddle. -Joe could outhit him two to one. Not only that,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_210"></a>[210]</span> -but on bases Foley was awkward and slow. He -had a positive genius for being caught off the -bags, and his attempts to slide were sad failures. -Each of the boys had his following amongst the -“fans” and whether Faulkner or Foley was to -play first base in the Petersburg game became a -question that was hotly argued.</p> - -<p>Foley had at last realised that, contrary to his -early season conviction, he did not hold the position -securely; that if he meant to retain it he had -to play his hardest and, if possible, improve his -batting. It was something of a blow to Foley’s -self-conceit, for last year he had faced no real -rival and had come to look on the place as his. -He was no “quitter,” and he made a hard fight -of it. He tried his level best to increase his batting -average, but without much success. He had -heretofore considered that it was enough to field -his position and leave the hitting to others, and -now he discovered that batting was not a trick -to be learned in a few short weeks.</p> - -<p>Amesville played every Saturday save one -until the middle of May, reaching that period -with a showing of seven wins, three defeats, and -one tie. The missed game was with Curtis School, -rain prohibiting. Of the regular schedule of seventeen -games nine remained, and after the middle<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_211"></a>[211]</span> -of the month Wednesday afternoon contests -began. The “Millers” secured their return game, -coming to Amesville on less than a day’s notice -when Arkwright High School announced its inability -to fill her date. The “Millers” were again -beaten, 9 to 3, Tom Pollock pitching most of the -game for the home team. Joe played five of the -nine innings at first, getting six put-outs, an assist, -and no errors as his share, thereby bettering -Foley’s record for one less inning by two put-outs -and an assist. At bat Joe had a gala day, -being up three times and securing as many hits. -Foley, as usual, failed to come across with anything. -It was after that Wednesday contest that -Joe’s stock arose appreciably and Jack got Tom -Pollock to put that bat-case on the counter for -him to examine! Perhaps, however, that game -with the “Millers” was mainly notable for bringing -into prominence young Peddie. Peddie, now -regularly established at second, performed in a -way that was little short of marvellous, taking -part in two doubles and working with Smith even -more smoothly than Buster Healey had ever done. -He also secured a timely hit to add to his laurels. -George Peddie, in short, was the hero of that -encounter.</p> - -<p>The weather settled down to warm days that<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_212"></a>[212]</span> -made playing a delight and that brought out the -best in everyone. High School’s batting improved -remarkably during the last two weeks in -May, and the pitchers began to come into their -own. Toby Williams showed more improvement -than either of the others, but was still far from -being the pitcher that Tom Pollock was. Carl -Moran went through six or seven innings occasionally -without misadventure, but was not yet -equal to twirling a full game. Behind the bat -Sam Craig was still the same reliable, heady -player as ever, while Jack Speyer was rapidly -getting experience as a substitute. Amesville -had a fine outfield in Sidney Morris, Jack Strobe, -and Walter Cummings. Sidney and Jack were -especially clever players, with Cummings promising -to be quite as good with more experience. -On the whole, the school looked forward to the -Petersburg game on the twenty-first of June with -more confidence than usual. Petersburg had won -a scant majority of the annual contests to date -and was always considered dangerous. But this -year, with a fast, smoothly-working infield, two -first-class pitchers, and an outfield of proved excellence, -Amesville considered that she was more -than the equal of her old rival. Someone, however, -has said that baseball is two-thirds skill and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_213"></a>[213]</span> -one-third luck, and that one-third has often upset -the wisest calculations.</p> - -<p>So far Jack and Frank Foley were nip-and-tuck -in their race. Neither had missed a game. -Jack tried to say that since Foley scarcely ever -played an entire contest through he was already -defeated, but Handsome Frank—more handsome -than ever now that Summer was at hand, with its -better opportunities for sartorial display—reminded -his rival of the terms of the wager. “I -said I’d play in more games with outside teams -than you would. I don’t have to play a game -through from start to finish.”</p> - -<p>“It’s a good thing you don’t, then,” laughed -Jack. “If you did I’d be carrying my bat around -in that nice leather case right now! All right, -old chap. Go to it. But you’ll have hard work -stealing a game on me!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I don’t know. You might break something -or have measles, Jack. I hear there’s lots -of measles around town.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t worry. I’ve had ’em.”</p> - -<p>“I know, but some folks have them two or -three times.” Foley grinned exasperatingly. -“Haven’t you got a sort of rash on your forehead -there now?”</p> - -<p>“No, I haven’t! That’s sunburn, you idiot!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_214"></a>[214]</span></p> - -<p>“Well, take care of yourself, Jack. You never -can tell what’s going to happen.”</p> - -<p>Foley sauntered away, a picturesque figure in -immaculate blue serge and a pale yellow shirt, -and Jack watched his departure with mingled -sentiments of admiration and contempt. “Of all -the high-faluting dudes,” muttered Jack, “he’s -the high-falutingest! Did you see that brown -straw hat, Chester, with the pleated silk scarf -around it? Say, he’s gone you one better, hasn’t -he?”</p> - -<p>The encounter had taken place in the lobby of -the Adams Building on a Saturday morning. -Foley and Mr. Chester Young, doubtless drawn -together by their mutual fondness for startling -attire, had become very good friends, and Foley -was quite frequently to be found at the news-stand. -Mr. Chester Young, flicking the ashes -from his cigarette, smiled untroubledly.</p> - -<p>“Old stuff,” he said. “They were wearing -those in the East last Summer. The latest straws -are higher and just off the straw-colour. I’ve -got one on the way. You have to send to Chicago -for them.”</p> - -<p>Joe, who was taking stock of the cigars on -hand, smiled and winked at his partner. “Oh, -those are too cheap for Foley,” he said carelessly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_215"></a>[215]</span></p> - -<p>“Cheap!” exclaimed Young. “Oh, yes, they’re -cheap like anything! Ten dollars is what they -stand you, Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>“For one?” gasped Jack.</p> - -<p>“Well, you didn’t think it was for a dozen, did -you?” asked Young pityingly. “That lid Foley’s -sporting cost about six. <a href="#i_p214">He thinks he’s a pretty -swell little dresser, Foley does.</a> Well, he ain’t -so bad, only he just sort of misses it about every -crack he makes. See his socks? Dark blue they -were. They ain’t wearing colours this season.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p214"> - <img src="images/i_p214.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <div class="caption"> - <p class="noic"><a href="#Page_215">“He thinks he’s a pretty swell little dresser, Foley -does”</a></p> - </div> -</div> - -<p>“They’re not? Help!” Jack regarded his -own brown stockings in dismay. “I’ve got to go -home and change, Joe. Honest, this thing of -keeping up with the styles is killing, isn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“It don’t trouble you much,” said Mr. Chester -Young indulgently. “If it did you’d call in that -collar you’re wearing.”</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter with my collar?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing, only they don’t wear ’em like that -now.” Young put a hand to his throat and pulled -his terra-cotta silk scarf into place. “More like -this.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I see,” said Jack. “Sort of low and -rakish, eh? All right. Live and learn. Say, Joe, -that thing you’re wearing is worse than mine. -I should think you’d be ashamed of yourself!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_216"></a>[216]</span></p> - -<p>“I’d be ashamed to be seen in one like his,” -answered Joe. “Get Meyers and Fink and tell -them to send us a hundred Adams Building -conchas and two boxes of Vistas panatellas, will -you? Don’t forget to give these returns to the -news company, Young, when they come today. -I’ve been falling over them for two or three -days.”</p> - -<p>“We’re out of City Hall post-cards,” said -Young. “And we’re getting short on some of the -others.”</p> - -<p>“They’re on order, thanks. That reminds me, -Jack. Those chocolates aren’t as good as they -sent us first. Guess we’d better switch back to -the Cleveland folks. Their packages aren’t -quite as dressy, but the chocolates are a lot -better.”</p> - -<p>“There was a fellow in here just before you -came,” observed Young, “trying to sell us candy. -I told him to come back later. He had some new -stuff, all right; glazed boxes with crimson ribbons -across ’em. Pretty good-looking line, I -thought.”</p> - -<p>“Tell him we don’t want anything when he -comes again. How are you off for magazines -there, Young?”</p> - -<p>“Pretty fair. We’ve sold about twenty of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_217"></a>[217]</span> -those Murray’s. Ought to order more, I guess.”</p> - -<p>“All right. How many are there there?”</p> - -<p>“Four—no, five. They’ll sell today, I guess. -And we’re short of Mid-Wests. Only two of -those here.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll order twenty more Murray’s and ten Mid-Wests.” -Joe reached for the telephone with one -hand and searched for a nickel with the other. -“The telephone company is after Mr. Adams to -put in a couple of booths here, Jack. If he lets -them do it it’ll make this ’phone cost us money. -Hello! Amesville 430! As it is we’re making -about seven dollars a month on this thing. -Hello? News company? This is Adams Building. -Send around twenty Murray’s Monthlies -and ten Mid-Wests this noon, will you? I beg -your pardon? No, that’s all. Murray’s and—Yes, -I think you’d better. Make it fifty Murray’s -and twenty-five Mid-Wests after this. Good-bye.” -Joe hung up the receiver and put the instrument -back in place, and when Mr. Chester -Young had served a customer, remarked:</p> - -<p>“By the way, Young, you don’t seem to be -keeping that gang of yours out of here much better. -Yesterday there were six or seven hanging -around. We’ve spoken two or three times about -it, you know. We don’t want this to become a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_218"></a>[218]</span> -loafing place. Mr. Adams doesn’t like it, and we -don’t, either.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you can’t turn away custom, can you? -Those guys spend their money with you, don’t -they?”</p> - -<p>“Not a great deal, I guess,” replied Joe drily. -“Anyhow, they don’t pay rent for this lobby, -Young. Keep them moving, please.”</p> - -<p>“All right. But you’d better hire a ‘bouncer,’ -Faulkner. I don’t get paid for insulting my -friends.”</p> - -<p>“You tell your friends to come and see you -somewhere else,” replied Joe tartly. “This place -looks like a hog-wallow after that crowd has been -standing around a while.”</p> - -<p>“Meaning my friends are hogs, eh?” Mr. -Chester Young laughed, but not with amusement.</p> - -<p>“If they’re friends of yours, Chester,” said -Jack, “you’d better shake them. They’re a cheap -lot of corner loafers. They used to hang out -around Foster’s until they got on to the fact that -they could come in here and keep warm. We -don’t want them. Get that?”</p> - -<p>“Sure! After this as soon as a customer gets -his change I’ll duck out from here and throw him -through the door! That’s fine!”</p> - -<p>“Don’t talk sick,” said Jack shortly. “You<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_219"></a>[219]</span> -know what we mean. If you don’t encourage -them by talking with them they’ll go along, I -guess. We don’t want Mr. Adams putting us out -of here, you know.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Chester Young forebore to reply, but there -was a world of eloquence in the way in which he -puffed his cigarette and winked at the elevator -attendant across the lobby.</p> - -<p>Later, when the chums were on their way to -the field for the game with Morristown High -School, they reverted to Mr. Chester Young. -“What do you know about his paying ten dollars -for a straw hat?” demanded Jack.</p> - -<p>“He’s probably adding about five to the -price,” said Joe. “Where would he get that -much to pay for a hat? He certainly can’t do it -on the wages we’re paying him.”</p> - -<p>“You said he was having things charged, didn’t -you?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but he told us he was getting the hat -from Chicago.”</p> - -<p>“Having Keller send for it, I dare say. Keller’s -is the place he buys hats, because I saw him -in there one day looking at some. The first thing -we know, Joey, the sheriff or someone will be -descending on us and taking away the stand!”</p> - -<p>“They can’t do that. We’re not responsible<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_220"></a>[220]</span> -for his debts, thank goodness! What is pretty -certain is that he must be getting near the end of -his rope. We’ll have to be looking for a new clerk -pretty soon, I guess.”</p> - -<p>“If he will hang out until school is over we -won’t have to have one. You can take the stand -half the day and I can take it the other half.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but that won’t be for nearly a month, -and I don’t believe Mr. Chester Young will last -that long.”</p> - -<p>“He will probably light out some fine day,” -said Jack pessimistically, “with the cash-register -under one arm and the showcase under the other. -I try awfully hard to believe him a fine, honest -youth, Joey, but I never can quite do it!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_221"></a>[221]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII<br /> -<small>IN THE TWELFTH INNING</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>Joe started the game at first that afternoon and -had a busy five innings, for Morristown was a -hard-hitting aggregation and slammed Carl -Moran all over the lot during two innings and -then tried its best to do the same with Toby -Williams. Sharp fielding alone allowed Carl to -last as long as he did, and it was not until the -fourth inning that the visitors got their first run -across. In the meanwhile Amesville had scored -twice, once in the first and once in the third. Sam -Craig’s three-bagger, with George Peddie on -first, did the trick in the first inning, and two hits -and a stolen base accounted for the second run.</p> - -<p>It was a snappy game from start to finish, and -a good-sized audience was on hand to enjoy it. -Morristown played in hard luck during the first -part of the contest, for, although she hit hard -and often, her hits didn’t earn runs. In fact, it -was a dropped ball at the plate that gave her her -single tally in the fourth. Smith’s throw may<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_222"></a>[222]</span> -have been a bit low, but Sam Craig ought to have -held it and had the runner out by a yard. He -didn’t, however, and so when the home team came -to bat in the last of that inning the score was -2 to 1.</p> - -<p>The batting order had been changed subsequent -to Buster Healey’s departure and Hale was hitting -in fourth place, followed by Peddie, Craig, -and Faulkner, or Foley. Cummings and the -pitcher ended the list. The new arrangement had -not, however, been producing very satisfactory -results. In the fourth Steve Hale started off well -by banging out a liner that was too hot for shortstop -to hold and reaching his base before that -player could recover the ball and peg it across. -Joe had two strikes against him before he found -one that he liked, and then hit a slow one to first -and sacrificed Hale to second. Sam Craig fouled -off three and finally flied out to left fielder. Cummings -made the second out, third to first, and -Toby Williams came up with the task of scoring -Hale from second. Toby wasn’t very much of a -batsman, although when he hit the ball usually -travelled far. The Morristown pitcher had been -putting the first delivery over time after time and -Toby was instructed to go after it. He did and -he got it, and it whizzed straight down the third<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_223"></a>[223]</span> -base line, just out of reach of the baseman, and -rolled gaily into deep left while Hale sprinted -home and Toby reached second. Smith brought -the inning to an end when, following Toby’s example, -he hit the first ball pitched and slapped it -squarely into the pitcher’s glove.</p> - -<p>Neither side scored in the fifth, although the -visiting team got men on third and second on -errors by Hale and Smith, and Jack Strobe got -to first on a Texas Leaguer. In neither case could -the following batsmen bring home the bacon. Joe -yielded first base to Frank Foley when the sixth -inning began and saw the rest of the game from -the bench, save when, in the eighth, he caught -Tom Pollock, who warmed up in case the visitors -should develop a rally. But the game went -through to the end with the score 3 to 1. Morristown -did her best to even things up in the eighth -and ninth, but some one of the enemy always managed -to get in front of the ball, and so, although -the visitors knocked the ball to every part of the -field, they had to submit to defeat.</p> - -<p>Amesville’s winning streak held for a fortnight -and three other games were played and won. -Then came the return contest with Lynton. The -team travelled to the neighbouring town on a -cloudy Saturday forenoon, much in doubt as to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_224"></a>[224]</span> -whether their journey would prove worth while. -But when, after they had partaken of a hilarious -dinner at the Lynton hotel, they started for the -ball grounds, the sun broke through and for the -rest of the afternoon tried its best to broil them. -To Joe that was a memorable game, for it marked -his elevation to the position of regular first baseman. -That day, since hitters were needed badly, -Frank Foley remained on the bench throughout -the game, and Jack was jubilant. He had a fine -time twitting Foley whenever he came to the -bench, and when the seventh and eighth innings -had passed and the deposed first baseman still -squirmed uneasily there in idleness his temper, -which had proved equal to Jack’s gibes during -the early innings, quite deserted him and he earnestly -begged Jack to come behind the stand for -a few minutes and see what would happen! But -Jack declined the invitation, politely yet firmly, -and Foley, angry clear through, was denied even -that slight consolation.</p> - -<p>That was a pitchers’ battle. Tom Pollock -twirled for Amesville, for Coach Talbot wanted -the game, as, you may be certain, did the forty -or fifty patriotic rooters who accompanied the -team. Opposed to Tom was one Corrigan, a -shock-headed youth who, it was more than suspected,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_225"></a>[225]</span> -would have had difficulty in proving himself -a high school pupil in good standing. -Buster Healey, who was among the devoted -youths who made the trip to Lynton, afterward -said that he had heard that Corrigan was an imported -article and that he was far more at home -in Marion than in Lynton. That as may be, Corrigan -could certainly pitch, as Amesville soon -discovered. Not a safety was made off him until -the third inning, when Tom Pollock smashed out -a two-bagger that produced no result. Corrigan -had a slow ball that was the undoing of batsman -after batsman. He mixed it up with fast ones -and a couple of hooks and had the opposing team -standing on their heads. And he fielded so well -that, as Sam Craig remarked disgustedly once, -the rest of the Lynton team might just as well -have remained on the bench.</p> - -<p>But Corrigan had an opponent in Tom Pollock -that was not to be despised. Perhaps, when all -is said, Tom, for once, was outpitched that day -if we go by the final score, but there was little -to choose between the rival moundsmen. Tom -proved better at the bat than did Corrigan, for -the latter was a typical pitcher when he went to -the plate and swung harmlessly at the first three -deliveries and retired in a perfectly matter-of-fact<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_226"></a>[226]</span> -way to the bench. If Amesville had trouble -hitting Corrigan, Lynton had as much difficulty -getting to Tom. Except for that two-bagger of -Tom’s, not a hit was made by either side until -the fifth. In the fourth two errors by the visitors -put a Lynton runner as far as second, but he died -there. Joe was guilty of one of those miscues -when he dropped a perfectly good throw of -Hale’s, and Smith made the other when he fumbled -Sam’s throw-down and let the runner steal -second. Lynton made errors, too, but nothing -came of them until the first of the fifth.</p> - -<p>In that inning Sam, the first man up, fouled -out to catcher. Joe struck out and Cummings, -with two strikes on him, swung desperately at a -poor one and rolled it toward third base. Third -baseman over-ran it, threw hurriedly and pegged -wide of first, and Cummings legged it to second -with lots of time to spare. Amesville’s rooters -became audible for almost the first time since -Sam had made his hit, and Tom Pollock strode -to the bat. Discretion seeming the better part of -valor, Tom was promptly passed. That brought -Gordon Smith up, with runners on first and second, -and Gordon was not just the batter Coach -Talbot would have chosen for the situation. But -the shortstop proved, after all, the man for the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_227"></a>[227]</span> -job, for, after cunningly allowing Corrigan to -get himself in a hole, he leaned against a fast -ball and streaked it into short right, scoring Cummings -and placing Tom on third.</p> - -<p>Sidney Morris tried very hard to come across, -but Corrigan was too much for him, and Sidney -fanned. One run, however, looked very big in -that game, and Amesville breathed a bit easier -until, in the last of the sixth, Lynton tied up the -score by a combination of one hit, a barefaced -steal of second and a sacrifice fly. One to one -the score remained until the eighth. Then Corrigan -showed the first signs of weariness and -passed Smith. Smith stole second when Morris -tried for a hit and missed it, the catcher getting -the throw away too late. Morris again fanned -and Jack, who had determined to profit by his -own advice to Joe, shortened his swing and managed -to connect with one of Corrigan’s offerings. -The hit was pretty scratchy, but it placed Smith -on third and left Jack himself safe on first. Hale -fouled off two, spoiling as many attempted steals -by Jack, and finally bunted toward the box. Corrigan -held Smith at third and threw out the runner -at first. With Peddie up there seemed a chance -for a tally, for Peddie had been delivering the -goods quite regularly. But when Corrigan had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_228"></a>[228]</span> -scored two strikes against him the outlook darkened -and Sam Craig, coaching at third, sent -Smith to the plate on the wind-up. But Corrigan -was too old a bird to be unsteadied and he -slammed the ball swiftly to the catcher and Smith -was nailed a yard away.</p> - -<p>Lynton went out in one, two, three order in her -half and the ninth started with the score still 1 -to 1. Peddie struck out and Sam walked. Joe -sacrificed. Cummings hit past third baseman, -but Sam Craig was out at the plate on a fine -throw-in by left fielder. The tenth inning was -profitless to both sides. In the first of the eleventh -Corrigan wobbled a little and a base on balls followed -by a safe bunt placed two runners on bases. -But Morris, Jack, and Steve Hale went out in -order. It was Tom Pollock’s turn to let down -and he did it until Lynton had men on second and -third with but one out. After that, however, Tom -steadied, fanning the next batter and causing the -succeeding one to pop up a fly to Joe.</p> - -<p>It looked very much like a tie game when Peddie -had gone out, shortstop to first baseman, and -Sam Craig had fanned in the first of the twelfth -inning, for the visiting team would have to get -the five-twelve train back to Amesville, and it was -then well after four o’clock. But many a game<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_229"></a>[229]</span> -has been pulled out of the fire with two men down, -and this was to prove one of them. Joe went to -bat with his mind made up to hit somehow, somewhere. -This would, he was sure, be his last -chance to do anything worth while against the -crafty Mr. Corrigan, and he did want to have -something more to show than two weak sacrifices. -He had profited by experience and close study of -Corrigan’s methods and was heartened by assurance -when he gripped his bat and faced the shock-headed -twirler. Corrigan seldom pitched the -first ball over, and Joe knew it, and so, although -he made a fine show of being anxious to swing at -it, he let it go by and had his judgment sustained -by the umpire’s decision. The next one was a -fast ball that looked good until it broke in front -of the plate and just escaped a corner. With two -balls and no strikes, Corrigan became careful. -Joe swung at the third offering and missed it. -Corrigan smiled at him, and the catcher, who -usually kept up a running fire of comment, told -Joe that he was a fine, free swinger, “just like -a gate, old man, just like a gate!” Corrigan concluded -that the batter was ready to take a chance -now and so he uncorked a fast and high one that -had Joe feeling anxious until the umpire decided -that it was a ball. After that, Corrigan had to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_230"></a>[230]</span> -make them good, but, with two down, he wasn’t -troubled much. His next offering was one of his -famous slow balls, and Joe, having one to spare, -let it severely alone. It proved a strike.</p> - -<p>“One more, now, just like the last!” called the -catcher. “Let’s have it, Jimmy!”</p> - -<p>But Joe knew very well that it wouldn’t be like -the last at all, that Corrigan would change his -pace, and, in all likelihood, put a fast one over -in the groove. And that is what happened. And -Joe, staking all on his “hunch,” swung and -caught it fairly and streaked down the base-path -and was waved onward by Toby Williams, who -was dancing about in the coacher’s box, and -finally pulled up at second, standing, just as the -ball came back from right field. Somehow, that -unexpected hit changed the luck, it seemed. -Cummings got his second hit of the game and -sent Joe to third. Tom Pollock was again passed, -filling the bases, and Jack Speyer went in to bat -for Gordon Smith. Speyer wasn’t any phenomenon -with the stick, but he had been known to -hit lustily. Perhaps in nine cases out of ten a -pinch-hitter proves a broken reed, but this must -have been the tenth time, for there was nothing -broken about Speyer. Probably the fact that he -had not been playing kept him from any awe of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_231"></a>[231]</span> -Corrigan. At all events, he let the first ball go -past unheeded, untroubledly heard it called a -strike, and then swung hard on the next one. -Second baseman made a heroic try for it, but it -went a foot over his upthrust glove and Joe and -Walter Cummings trotted over the home plate.</p> - -<p>That ended the scoring. Sidney Morris hit -into third baseman’s hands and was an easy out. -Then all that Amesville had to do was to retire -Lynton in her half of the twelfth, a feat not at -all difficult as it proved. Tom struck out the first -man, the second laid down a bunt and beat out -the throw to first, and the third batsman hit into -a double, Smith to Peddie to Joe, and the game -was over, the score 3 to 1. Amesville, cheered -and cheering, made a wild dash for the station -and got the five-twelve train by a minute’s -margin.</p> - -<p>On the way home Jack tried to sympathise -with Frank Foley, but Frank was in a particularly -disagreeable frame of mind, and Jack gave -him up as a bad job. Instead, huddled in a seat -with Joe, hugging his knees ecstatically, he spoke -of that bat-case with the air of a proprietor. -“I’m two games ahead of him, Joey,” he exulted. -“He will have to play in two more than I do now -to win, and he will never do it! Not this year!<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_232"></a>[232]</span> -You’ve cabbaged that place for keeps, Joey. -Why, even if you dropped half the throws you -got, Bat couldn’t do without you! Not after the -way you lambasted that old pill today, son! It’s -a cinch!”</p> - -<p>“You can’t tell,” began Joe.</p> - -<p>But Jack would have nothing to do with -doubts. “Piffle! It’s all over with Handsome -Frank, I tell you. You win!” Jack was silent a -moment. Then he laughed rather queerly, and, -in answer to Joe’s questioning look, said: “It’s -funny, but, do you know, I’m sort of sorry for -Frank! Isn’t that silly?”</p> - -<p>“So am I,” replied Joe truthfully.</p> - -<p>“Well!” Jack took a deep breath and abandoned -regrets. “To the victor belong the spoils, -as the poet so beautifully puts it! And it’s been -a pretty little fight!”</p> - -<p>However, had Jack but known it, his sympathy -for Frank Foley was, in a measure, at least, somewhat -premature!</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_233"></a>[233]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII<br /> -<small>EMPTY BOXES</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>June had come and the end of school loomed -close at hand. So, too, loomed the final baseball -game with Petersburg. It is an unfortunate thing -for ardent athletes that the crowning contests of -the year arrive simultaneously with final examinations! -There is no doubt in the world but that -examinations seriously interfere with a whole-hearted -application to sports. Most of the members -of the Amesville team were agreed that -something ought to be done about it; such, for -instance, as abolishing the examinations! However, -Petersburg was in no better case, and that -evened matters up.</p> - -<p>Amesville dropped a couple of games the second -week in June, just to vary the monotony, -perhaps, and then came back and overwhelmed -Crowell Academy with a score of 10 to 1. -Crowell was a much-heralded team from a down-State -preparatory school, and Amesville did well -to pile up the score she did, especially as, at the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_234"></a>[234]</span> -last moment, Tom Pollock found that he couldn’t -pitch and Jack Strobe sent word that someone -would have to take his place in left field! Jack, -who had been complaining for a day or two of a -sore throat, was, it seemed, prohibited from playing -by an unfeeling doctor. Loomis went into -left field and Toby Williams took the mound, and -both performed creditably. In fact, Toby rather -covered himself with glory that day, having eight -strike-outs to his credit when the fray was over. -Joe played all through at first, as he had been -doing since the second Lynton engagement, and -put up a rattling good game. Even Frank Foley’s -adherents had to acknowledge that the new first -baseman had everything the deposed one had, -and, when it came to batting, a good deal more. -Joe didn’t particularly distinguish himself at the -bat this day, but he got a clean single and a base -on balls in four times up. Foley had been used -in the last two contests for an inning or two at -second base, but it was generally conceded that -he was now only a substitute, with small likelihood -of getting into either of the two remaining -contests.</p> - -<p>After the game that Wednesday afternoon Joe -hurried to Jack’s house and demanded audience -of that afflicted person. But, to his surprise and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_235"></a>[235]</span> -dismay, Mrs. Strobe met him with the information -that Jack was suffering from a severe attack -of quinsy and that the doctor had prohibited -visitors, since the disease was more or less contagious. -Joe had to be satisfied with sending a -message to his chum. That evening, however, -Jack called him up on the telephone and bewailed -his luck. The only comfort Jack appeared able -to derive from the situation lay in the fact that -Frank Foley had not stolen a march on him by -playing that afternoon.</p> - -<p>“The doc says I’ll have to stay at home until -Monday, at least,” he said. “I’ll lose Saturday’s -game. If Frank manages to get into that and -then should play for an inning against Petersburg, -as he’s likely to, it’s all off! Isn’t that the -dickens? Just when I thought I had that wager -cinched, too!”</p> - -<p>Joe was properly sympathetic and Jack finally -rang off, exacting a promise from Joe to call up -the next day. Aunt Sarah insisted that Joe -should spray his throat after the interview. -It didn’t do, she said, to take risks, and for her -part she was far from convinced that folks -couldn’t catch things over the telephone!</p> - -<p>When, the next afternoon, on the way to the -field, Joe stopped in at a drug store and called<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_236"></a>[236]</span> -up Jack it was Mrs. Strobe who answered. Jack, -she said, was not so well today and she thought -it best for him not to try to talk. Joe went on -to practice feeling rather worried about his chum, -and wasn’t comforted until Mr. Talbot had assured -him that quinsy seldom, if ever, resulted -fatally. On Friday there was no practice for the -players, and Joe, rather at a loose-end, accepted -Sidney Morris’s invitation to go to the “movies.” -It was well after five when he reached the Adams -Building. Mr. Chester Young was talking in a -low voice with a man who looked to Joe very -much like a bill-collector. Whoever he was, he -presently departed with no great show of satisfaction. -The day’s business had been, Joe discovered, -surprisingly poor, the register showing -less than nine dollars. And when Young reminded -Joe that it was pay-day, Joe had to dig -into his pocket for enough to make up the difference -between the cash on hand and the amount -of the clerk’s wages.</p> - -<p>He called up the Strobes on the telephone after -supper and talked for a few minutes with Mr. -Strobe. That gentleman announced that Jack -was feeling pretty mean, but that the doctor -thought he was doing as well as could be expected -and that he would probably be out and about by<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_237"></a>[237]</span> -the first of the week. After that Joe settled down -to two hours of hard study in preparation for -next week’s examinations, wrote a long letter to -his mother and finally went to bed just as midnight -sounded.</p> - -<p>In the morning he went back to the news-stand -and remained there until noon. Saturday was -usually the best day of the week for business, -possibly because many of the offices paid off their -employees then, and today both Joe and Young -were kept busy attending to the wants of customers. -When Joe went home for dinner the sales -had already mounted to over fifteen dollars and -gave promise of atoning for the poor business of -the day previous.</p> - -<p>The game that afternoon was with Chelmsford -High School and was looked on as more of a -practice contest than a real game. It was the last -contest before the Petersburg battle on the following -Wednesday, and Amesville had purposely -chosen an easy victim for the occasion. But at -that the home team had to work fairly hard for -half a dozen innings before the game was safely -laid away, and, as it happened, it was Joe who -was chiefly instrumental in that ceremony.</p> - -<p>Chelmsford had two runs and Amesville three -when the last of the sixth started. Amesville had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_238"></a>[238]</span> -been playing raggedly and batting weakly against -an easy pitcher, and only the fact that her opponent -had been unable to do much with Tom -Pollock’s delivery had kept her ahead. Tom -gave place to Carl Moran in the fifth and, ultimately, -Carl retired in favour of Toby Williams. -In that last of the sixth Sam Craig, who was batting -in third place owing to Jack’s absence, got -to first on a scratch hit. Hale was an easy out, -third to first, and Peddie was passed. The watchers -were eager for runs and when Joe went to -the plate, swinging his bat, there came cries of -“All right, Lucky! Smash it out!” “Bring ’em -in, Lucky! Make it a homer!” Joe had never -made a home-run in his life and didn’t expect to -now, but when, after the runners had attempted -a double steal and got away with it, he found a -nice, straight ball coming right for the middle of -the plate, Joe took a little longer swing, put a -little more strength into it, and the deed was -done! It was a long way around those bases, he -thought, but he didn’t have to hurry after he got -to third, for the ball had gone into the left corner -of the field and rolled up against the fence! He -jogged across the plate finally to the laughing -applause of the stands and was thumped on the -back by hilarious team-mates.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_239"></a>[239]</span></p> - -<p>Perhaps Coach Talbot thought Joe had done -enough for one afternoon, for, when the seventh -inning began, Joe found, to his surprise, that he -was superseded at first base by Frank Foley!</p> - -<p>“I’m glad,” he said to himself, “that Jack -can’t hear of it. He’d probably have a relapse -and die!”</p> - -<p>Joe watched the rest of the game from the bench -and tried not to be a little bit glad when Foley -failed to capture an easy infield fly. The game -finally ended with the score 7 to 3, and he walked -back to town with the rest and reached the Adams -Building at a little after five to find, to his surprise, -that the stand was deserted. Supposing that -Young would be back in a moment, Joe went behind -the counter and waited on a customer. But -no Mr. Chester Young appeared, and when Joe -rang up the sale and so viewed the drawer of the -cash register he thought he knew why! There -was not a cent in it except the dime he had just -dropped there!</p> - -<p>His first sensation was, oddly enough, one of -satisfaction over the fact that his original impression -of the shifty-eyed young man had been, after -all, correct! But that satisfaction didn’t last long. -The realization that he and Jack had been barefacedly -robbed of at least twenty-five dollars took<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_240"></a>[240]</span> -its place and Joe’s countenance became grim. To -add insult to injury, he reflected, Young had had -the cheek to demand his wages on the eve of his -flight—and get them! Inquiry of Walter, the -elevator boy, elicited the information that Mr. -Chester Young had complained of feeling unwell -and had announced that he was going over to the -drug store for some medicine. That had been, as -near as Walter could recall, about a quarter to -five. It might have been a little before that. -Walter evidently had no suspicions and Joe didn’t -enlighten him.</p> - -<p>The exodus from the building was under way -now and for a good half-hour Joe was busy selling -papers and cigars and cigarettes, together -with an occasional box of candy. But he had -plenty of time for thinking, and long before the -elevators had brought down their last loads he -had determined his course. A hasty survey of the -stock in sight showed conclusively that the stand -had done a phenomenal business since morning, -but it was not until he thought to look under the -counter that the real extent of Mr. Young’s depredations -came to light.</p> - -<p>On the shelves they kept anywhere from thirty -to sixty dollars’ worth of cigars, cigarettes and -other goods for which there was not room above.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_241"></a>[241]</span> -At first glance everything seemed all right, but -when Joe picked up a box of “Adams Building” -conchas and, bringing it to light, discovered it -to be quite empty, he knew what to expect of the -rest of the stock. When he had pulled all the -boxes and packages out their contents would not -have fetched two dollars! Only one cigar box -held cigars, and then only a handful. Evidently -Mr. Young had craftily replaced the full boxes -with empty ones and, not having enough of the -latter, had been forced to put in one from the case -that still held a few cigars. It was the same with -the cigarette cartons. Only one was not absolutely -empty.</p> - -<p>Joe surveyed the litter behind the counter and -tried to think it out. At first he couldn’t understand -what use the cigars could be to Young. -Of course, he might take them away to another -town and sell them, but eight boxes of them, as -well as several packages of cigarettes and smoking -tobacco, would make rather a conspicuous -bundle to carry. Then a light broke on him and -he quickly lifted the receiver from the telephone -instrument on the counter and called up Meyers -and Fink. Fortunately, they were still open, and -after a moment Joe got the information he -expected.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_242"></a>[242]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes, that clerk of yours came in here about -three o’clock today with seven boxes of cigars -and some cigarettes and smoking tobacco. Said -you were overstocked and wanted to return them. -We paid him cash for them. We were going to -credit them, but he said you wanted the money. -Anything wrong?”</p> - -<p>“How much did you pay him?” asked Joe.</p> - -<p>“Forty-six dollars and something; I’ll give -you the exact amount if you’ll wait a minute.”</p> - -<p>“Thanks, that’s near enough,” replied Joe. -“I’ll be around to see you Monday. Good-night.”</p> - -<p>“Forty-six from them,” reckoned Joe, “about -twenty-five from today’s sales and, unless I’m -mistaken, a knock-down yesterday of perhaps -five more. About seventy-five dollars altogether. -That’s going to make an awful dent in this -month’s profits if we don’t get it back! But,” -he added grimly to himself as he locked up for -the night and turned the light out, “I think we -will!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_243"></a>[243]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX<br /> -<small>JOE ACCEPTS A LOAN</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>The notion of calling up Jack and acquainting -him with what had happened came to him, but -was dismissed after a moment’s reflection. Jack -was ill and the news would only worry and excite -him. Instead, as he hurried up Main Street, Joe -decided to call up Aunt Sarah and excuse himself -from supper on a plea of business. Aunt Sarah -wouldn’t like it, for she still viewed the news-stand -with suspicion. But perhaps Aunt Sarah -detected the anxiety in Joe’s voice when he telephoned, -for she asked no questions and was really -quite pleasant, only informing him a trifle wistfully -that there was beefstew this evening and -that Amanda was making some of her delectable -dumplings!</p> - -<p>After that hurried talk over the wire Joe -turned into Aspen Street, walked three blocks -west and finally rang the bell at the door of a -rather down-at-heels brick house that stood by -itself almost in the shadow of the frowning carpet<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_244"></a>[244]</span> -mills. When a dejected and at the same -time suspicious-looking middle-aged woman -answered the bell Joe inquired if she were Mrs. -Young.</p> - -<p>“There’s no Mrs. Young lives around here,” -was the reply. “My name’s Bennett.”</p> - -<p>“Does Chester Young live here, ma’am?”</p> - -<p>“Are you a friend of his?” was the quick -demand.</p> - -<p>“My name is Faulkner, Mrs. Bennett. He -worked for me in the Adams Building.”</p> - -<p>“He did, eh? Then maybe you’ll be payin’ me -two weeks’ board he’s owin’. Did he send you -with the money?”</p> - -<p>“No, I haven’t seen him since noon. That’s -why I came over here. I thought perhaps I’d -find him.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you won’t, then. He’s skipped!”</p> - -<p>“Skipped?” exclaimed Joe. “Gone for good, -you mean?”</p> - -<p>“He’s gone owin’ me two weeks’ board, which -is nine dollars, and fifty cents he borrowed off -me the day he came here. He was always promisin’ -to pay it, but he never done it, and him bein’ -out of work I didn’t press him at first and then -afterwards he kept sayin’ he’d pay me every day. -I’m a poor, hard-workin’ woman, and I need the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_245"></a>[245]</span> -money. Maybe you’re after owin’ him wages, -now?”</p> - -<p>“I’m not. I wish I were, Mrs. Bennett. I’m -sorry he left without settling with you, ma’am. -Could you tell me where he’s gone?”</p> - -<p>“I can not. If I knew I’d be settin’ the police -on him, never fear! From the first I suspicioned -him, the dirty rascal, but he had a smooth tongue -on him and was always promisin’ he’d pay tomorrow. -If I knew where he’d gone to I’d not -be gabbin’ here in the doorway! ’Twas while I -was out to the store after dinner he sneaked in -and packed his bag and took it away with him, -knowin’ I’d not stand for it if I was by. Two -weeks’ money and the half-dollar——”</p> - -<p>“And you can’t tell me whether he’s left town -or just changed his lodgings, Mrs. Bennett?”</p> - -<p>“All I know is he’s gone, bad luck to him! Is -he maybe owin’ you money, too, sir?”</p> - -<p>“A little, yes. I’m much obliged, ma’am. -Good-night.”</p> - -<p>“If you find him now, let me know, sir. That’s -all I’m askin’ you. Just you let me know, sir! -The dirty scallawag! Cheatin’ a poor, hard-workin’ -woman out of her money!”</p> - -<p>The door slammed and Joe stumbled back to -the uncertain sidewalk and retraced his steps<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_246"></a>[246]</span> -along the ill-lighted street. When he reached -Indiana Street he unhesitatingly turned southward -and five minutes later saw the lights of the -railroad ahead. His course had already been determined -and the visit to Mr. Chester Young’s -lodgings had been made with little hope of either -finding the defaulting clerk or gaining useful information. -Chester had given Joe the impression -that he lived with his mother, which accounted -for the latter mistaking the identity of the woman -at the door. Chester, it seemed, was a very tricky -young man.</p> - -<p>At the station Joe examined the time-table in -the waiting-room. Chester had left the building -somewhere about a quarter to five. At five-two -a train had left for Fostoria, Fremont and Sandusky, -connecting at Fremont for Toledo. There -was no train between that and a quarter to five -and none afterwards until twenty minutes to six, -when the south-bound express had left for Columbus. -Everything indicated the five-two as -the train Chester had taken if, as Joe suspected, -he had really left Amesville. The ticket window -was closed, but a rap on the door gained him admittance -to the little room wherein the agent was -seated at the telegraph instrument. He looked -up inquiringly, nodded, worked the key a moment,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_247"></a>[247]</span> -listened to the reply, and then swung around in -his swivel chair.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, what’s troubling you?” he asked -gaily.</p> - -<p>“I wanted to ask if you remembered selling a -ticket to a fellow for the five-two train,” stated -Joe.</p> - -<p>“Maybe. What sort of a fellow? There were -only nine passengers from here on Number 14, -so far as I know. What did he look like?”</p> - -<p>Joe’s description was clear and concise and the -agent nodded again. “I remember the chap,” -he said. “He bought to—Hold on, now. What -business is it of yours, my boy? Is he a friend -of yours, or what’s the game?”</p> - -<p>“He worked for me at the news-stand in the -Adams Building and left suddenly about a quarter -to five. I went to his house and the landlady -said he’d taken his baggage and gone. I—I want -to see him and ask him something.”</p> - -<p>“Do, eh?” The agent grinned. “How much -did he touch you for?”</p> - -<p>Joe smiled non-committingly.</p> - -<p>“Well, that’s not my business, eh?” laughed -the agent. “All right, son, I’ll tell you what I -know about the lad. He bought a ticket to Upper -Newton. I remember it distinctly because he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_248"></a>[248]</span> -called for a Fostoria ticket first and changed his -mind just as I stamped it. I asked him if he was -quite sure this time and he said he guessed he -was. Yep, Upper Newton, that was it. He carried -a yellow suit-case. I noticed that as he went -out to the platform just before I closed the -window.”</p> - -<p>“And where’s Upper Newton?” asked Joe. -“Is it very far?”</p> - -<p>“About twenty-four or -five miles.”</p> - -<p>“When does the next train go there?”</p> - -<p>“Seven-thirty-six. But, say, if you’re thinking -of going after him I wouldn’t count a whole -lot on finding him at Upper Newton. That’s not -much more than a flag station. I wouldn’t wonder -if he bought for there just to throw folks -off the track. Dare say he’ll pay his way on to -Fostoria or, maybe, Fremont. At Fremont he -could get east or west as he liked. There’s a -through train connects there for Toledo and beyond -and one going east about eleven tonight. -Take my advice and stay where you are, son. -You’ll never catch him unless you want to put -the police after him. If you care for that I’d -advise you to go back up-town and tell your -story to the chief. How much did he pinch from -you?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_249"></a>[249]</span></p> - -<p>“I didn’t say he’d stolen anything,” said Joe.</p> - -<p>“I know you didn’t. But, if he had, how much -would it have been?”</p> - -<p>Joe hesitated. Then, smiling: “About seventy-five -dollars,” he said. “But I’d rather you -didn’t say anything.”</p> - -<p>“I’m dumb. Say, where does he live when he’s -at home?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. He worked in Columbus before -he came here.”</p> - -<p>“Well, he’s headed straight away from Columbus, -hasn’t he? I guess he’s maybe going to -Sandusky and take a boat. Still, seventy dollars -won’t take him far.” The agent was silent a moment, -rapping a pencil thoughtfully on the desk -in front of him. Then: “Tell you what I’ll do,” -he exclaimed, sitting up with a thump of his -chair. “I’ll wire Harris on Fourteen and ask -him if the fellow got off at Upper Newton or -paid his fare on the train to Fostoria or beyond! -How’s that?”</p> - -<p>“I wish you would! It’s very kind of you. I -suppose I couldn’t catch him if he’s gone on, -though.”</p> - -<p>“Well, we’ll find out, anyhow.” The agent -flicked a time-table to him, ran a finger down a -column, glanced at the clock and then began jabbing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_250"></a>[250]</span> -the telegraph key. “I’ll get Tiverton to give -him the message,” he explained as he waited a -reply. “Fourteen gets there in seven minutes -if she’s on time. Here we are!” The sounder in -its little box ticked rapidly and stopped and the -agent busied himself again with the key. Joe, -who had seated himself in a chair, watched and -waited. Presently the agent’s hand left the key -and he faced around again.</p> - -<p>“Twelve minutes late, he says. I’ve asked -Harris to answer from Mittenton. We ought to -get a reply in about twenty-five minutes.”</p> - -<p>“Is Tiverton beyond Upper Newton?” inquired -Joe.</p> - -<p>“Yes, about six miles. Harris will know if -your man got off there, because there wouldn’t -be more than two or three for a small station like -that. If he didn’t he’d have to buy to some place -further along and Harris would remember making -out his check.”</p> - -<p>“I see. What did you say to that agent?”</p> - -<p>“I said, ‘Harris, Conductor Number 14. Did -slick guy about twenty-two old leave train at -Upper Newton? If not, what’s his destination? -Important. Reply from Mittenton. <span class="smcap">Chase</span>, -Agent, Amesville.’”</p> - -<p>“Thanks,” said Joe. “Then we’d ought to get<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_251"></a>[251]</span> -an answer about twenty minutes past seven. -What time does that train go? Seven-thirty?”</p> - -<p>“Thirty-six. Mittenton will shoot that right -back. So you’ll have plenty of time to get Number -49 if you want it.”</p> - -<p>“Fostoria is the first big town, isn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Yep. He might be stopping off there. Anyway, -he asked for Fostoria first. That might be -his home. I guess, though, he wouldn’t be fool -enough to go home. He’d know folks would look -for him there right away.”</p> - -<p>“How much is the fare to Fostoria, please?”</p> - -<p>“One-twenty-four.”</p> - -<p>“And how much is it to that other place where -you said he might change?”</p> - -<p>“Fremont? Fremont’s a dollar and forty-five.”</p> - -<p>Joe looked thoughtful. He had, as he knew, -only something like a dollar and eighty cents in -his pocket, which would come very far from being -sufficient. If he went back to the house he -might borrow enough from Aunt Sarah and he -might not. Aunt Sarah seldom kept more than -a dollar or two on hand, and it would be folly to -start out for Fremont or Sandusky with less than -six or seven dollars in his pocket. He tried to -think of some other place to get the money.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_252"></a>[252]</span> -There was Mr. Strobe, but Joe had a dim idea -that Jack had said something about his father -going to Chicago the day before. Perhaps the -agent would know whether Mr. Strobe was out -of town. He looked across to find that person -viewing him smilingly.</p> - -<p>“Not enough, eh?” he asked.</p> - -<p>Joe grinned and shook his head. “Not nearly -enough. I guess I ought to have six or seven -dollars. Do you know whether Mr. Strobe’s in -town?”</p> - -<p>“I know he left for the West yesterday morning. -Whether he’s back or not I can’t say. He -carries mileage, so I don’t know where he started -for. Is he a friend of yours?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. His son, Jack, and I run that news-stand -together. I thought if he was at home I’d -run up there while we’re waiting and ask him to -lend me about five dollars.”</p> - -<p>“I guess you wouldn’t find him. Where’s the -son?”</p> - -<p>“He’s at home, but he’s ill with quinsy. I -wouldn’t want to trouble Jack with the business -right now.”</p> - -<p>“What’s your name?”</p> - -<p>“Joseph Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>“All right, son, I’ll be your banker.” The<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_253"></a>[253]</span> -agent thrust a hand in his pocket and brought -out some crumpled bills and a lot of silver. -“Five enough? You’d better have more, hadn’t -you?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no, thanks; five is quite enough. It’s -mighty good of you, Mister—Mister——”</p> - -<p>“Chase. Don’t mention it. Pay it back some -time in a week and I shan’t miss it. Here you -are.”</p> - -<p>Joe accepted the crumpled bills and repeated -his thanks. At that moment the assistant came -in and the agent, greeting him, introduced Joe. -“Faulkner,” he explained, “is waiting for a message -from Harris on Fourteen. It’ll probably -come in from Mittenton before I get back, Jim. -Get it straight, will you, and give to him?” He -turned to Joe as he reached for his coat and hat -behind the door. “Had your supper yet?” he -asked. “No? Well, you don’t want to start off -without something inside you. Come on over to -the Palace and coal-up.”</p> - -<p>The Palace proved to be the identical small -restaurant which had exhaled that enticing fragrance -of coffee the morning of Joe’s arrival in -Amesville. The repast, though simple, was well -cooked, and Joe, who had forgotten all about -supper, now discovered himself to be extremely<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_254"></a>[254]</span> -hungry. Under the benign influence of a cup of -steaming-hot coffee he confided the whole story -to Mr. Chase and the latter gave flattering attention.</p> - -<p>“I remember reading in the paper about that -cigar-stand of yours,” he said. “You had a box -and let folks put their money in it, didn’t you? -Did it work?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but sometimes folks didn’t have the right -change and then we lost a sale. So Jack and I -decided we’d better hire someone to be there -when we couldn’t. We neither of us liked the -looks of Young very much, but we put in a cash -register and thought it would be all right.”</p> - -<p>“What you needed, I guess, was a safe,” replied -the agent drily. “Well, I hope you catch -him, but, to be honest about it, Faulkner, I don’t -believe you will. If he gets off at Upper Newton -you’ll be able to trace him, I dare say, and you -may if he goes on to Fostoria or Fremont; they’re -smallish towns; but if he reaches Sandusky or -Toledo it’ll be like looking for a needle in a haystack! -What I’d do if I were you is go right to -the police and put it up to them.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe that would be the best way,” agreed -Joe doubtfully. “But, somehow, I don’t like to. -Everyone would know about it, you see, and if—if<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_255"></a>[255]</span> -Young didn’t exactly mean to pinch the -money——”</p> - -<p>“Didn’t mean to! You don’t suppose, do you, -that it got stuck to his fingers and he couldn’t -get it off?” asked the agent ironically.</p> - -<p>“No.” Joe flushed faintly. “What I mean -is that it would be too bad to have him arrested, -because he might never do a thing like that -again.”</p> - -<p>“Well, please yourself. I don’t think he deserves -much consideration, though.” He -chuckled. “It would be a good plan to get him -back here and let that landlady you told about -get at him! I’ll bet that would be worse than a -year in jail! If you’re through we’ll hike across -and see if that answer has come.”</p> - -<p>There was some discussion as to who was to -pay for Joe’s repast, but the agent finally silenced -protest by agreeing to accept a handful of cigars -if Joe’s mission succeeded. It was twenty minutes -past seven by the waiting-room clock when -they got back to the station and the message was -awaiting them.</p> - -<p>“Passenger held ticket to Upper Newton, but -stayed on and bought to Fremont. Made inquiry -about east-bound trains tonight. If you want -him pinched say the word. <span class="smcap">Harris.</span>”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_256"></a>[256]</span></p> - -<p>“Fremont, eh?” Mr. Chase seized the time-table -and studied it a moment. “He can’t get -an east-bound until ten-fifty-five. There’s a -local to Norwalk, though, at nine-forty-seven. -He might take that. Or he may have asked about -the east-bound trains just to throw us off the -track!” He looked thoughtfully at Joe a moment. -Then, decisively: “That’s his game all -right! He means to take the eight o’clock express -to Toledo! If he does—Hold on, though! -Jim, ask how late Fourteen was at Fostoria. -That express doesn’t wait but five minutes for -connections and Fourteen was twelve minutes -late at Mittenton. She might make that up, but -she makes all stops and I don’t believe she will. -If he misses the eight o’clock he can’t get west -until ten-four.”</p> - -<p>“Fourteen was nineteen minutes late at Fostoria,” -announced the assistant. “Left there at -twenty-two.”</p> - -<p>“Good!” exclaimed Mr. Chase. “That’ll bring -her to Fremont about eight-seventeen if she -doesn’t lose any more time, and she’s likely to -keep on losing now. If you take the thirty-six”—he -glanced swiftly at the clock—“you’re due in -Fremont at nine-forty-eight. That’ll give you -sixteen minutes there before the west-bound pulls<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_257"></a>[257]</span> -out. If he means to take that he will be waiting -around the station and you’ll catch him.” He -swung around toward the assistant. “Jim, send -this to Harris at Fremont: ‘Did passenger get off -at Fremont? If so, do you know his destination? -<span class="smcap">Chase.</span>’ If Harris wires back that he got off this -side or has gone on to Sandusky I’ll telegraph -you at Fostoria. If you don’t get any message -it’ll mean that your party got off at Fremont -and Harris doesn’t know where he’s headed for. -You’d better loosen up now and get your ticket. -Your train will be here in four minutes. Forty-nine’s -on time, isn’t she, Jim?”</p> - -<p>“O. T. at Fountain,” was the reply. “There -she whistles now.”</p> - -<p>Five minutes later, having set Aunt Sarah’s -mind at rest by telephone, Joe was seated in a -day-coach and Number 49 was leaving the -Amesville lights behind her on her northward -journey.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_258"></a>[258]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER XX<br /> -<small>PURSUIT</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>Forty-nine was a faster train than the one on -which Mr. Chester Young had embarked and -made but five stops between Amesville and Fremont, -but to Joe it seemed that she took things -in an irritatingly leisurely manner. With but -sixteen minutes’ leeway at the end of his journey, -he was momentarily in fear that something would -happen to detain them, and he viewed his watch -anxiously as, having made a perfectly ridiculous -stop of four minutes at Folkstone, Forty-nine -rolled off again into the night. However, a comparison -of his time and that indicated on the -time-table with which he had armed himself -showed no discrepancy, and he settled back in -his seat with a sigh of relief. Fostoria was the -next stop and he anxiously awaited it, wondering -whether he would find a message from the agent.</p> - -<p>Now that he was absolutely embarked on his -mission he began to wonder if he was not undertaking -a foolish and hopeless quest. It had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_259"></a>[259]</span> -looked quite simple and easy back there at Amesville, -but doubts assailed him now. There were -so many chances against success. Young might -go on to Sandusky or he might lose himself in -Fremont, deciding to remain the night there, or -he might take that local to Norwalk. Even if Joe -found him he might be no better off! How was -he to persuade Young to give up the money? If -he called on the police for help there might be -all sorts of complications. Joe wasn’t certain -that it would not be necessary for him to swear -out a warrant first, by which time Young would -be on his way to Toledo or elsewhere. He took -out his money and counted it over. He had exactly -five dollars and thirty-seven cents left after -purchasing his ticket to Fremont. Of that -amount a dollar and forty-five cents would be -needed for his journey back to Amesville. A -dollar-forty-five from five-thirty-seven left three -dollars and ninety-two cents. On that he could -travel something like a hundred and thirty miles, -he reflected. Very well, then. He would go along -with Young until that youth made restitution or -until he had exhausted what money he had. -After that he would telegraph to Aunt Sarah for -money to get home with. In any case, the police -were to have no part in the affair!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_260"></a>[260]</span></p> - -<p>The train slowed down while he was reaching -this decision and the trainman, opening the door -ahead, let in a gust of cold air and announced -Fostoria. Another seemingly interminable wait, -and then the train went on again, and just as Joe -had given up hope of that message it came.</p> - -<p>“Telegram for Joseph Faulkner,” said the -conductor questioningly as he came through the -car.</p> - -<p>“That’s me, please,” said Joe.</p> - -<p>“Here you are, then, my boy.” Joe took the -sheet of buff paper and read: “Amesville. Jos. -Faulkner, on No. 49, Fostoria. Harris wires -party got off Fremont and said he was going to -Cleveland. Think that’s a stall. Toledo the best -guess. Good luck. <span class="smcap">Chase.</span>”</p> - -<p>Joe folded the message and put it in his pocket. -Undoubtedly Mr. Chase was right about it. -Young would not announce his real destination -and if he had said Cleveland it was safe to say -that he meant to journey in another direction. -Joe settled back again, tipped his cap over his -eyes to keep the light out and tried to plan what -he should do and say if he was lucky enough to -discover Young at Fremont. In the end, though, -he reached no very clear conclusion, and while he -was still trying to formulate a speech with which<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_261"></a>[261]</span> -to greet the absconding clerk the train rattled -over the switches, green and purple and red and -white lights flashed past the window and the -trainman was bawling:</p> - -<p>“Fremont! Fremont! Change for Norwalk, -Elyria, Cleveland, Toledo, and points east and -west! This train for Sandusky and Port Clinton!”</p> - -<p>Joe followed a dozen other passengers through -the car door and down to the platform. A glance -at his watch had shown him that Forty-nine, in -spite of her unhurried progress, had arrived exactly -on time. Consequently he had sixteen minutes -in which to search the station and platform -before the west-bound express drew out. He still -kept his cap pulled down in front, trusting that -if Mr. Chester Young saw him he would not recognise -him. The platform was fairly crowded and -Joe made his way along to the door of the waiting-room, -keeping as much as possible out of -sight. It took but a moment to satisfy himself -that his quarry was not inside. Then he went -on to the end of the platform without result, retraced -his steps, reached the other end and paused -there in the shadow of a piled-up truck. Mr. -Chester Young was not to be seen. Five minutes -had already gone by. Joe’s hope began to dwindle.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_262"></a>[262]</span> -After all, he reflected, it had been too much -to expect; given a start of two hours and a half, -Young would have been an idiot if he had not -eluded pursuit. And yet, on the other hand, what -reason had Young to suppose that either of the -boys whose money he had taken would go to the -length of chasing him down? Joe didn’t believe -that Young would give either him or Jack credit -for having enough enterprise to do that. And if -he didn’t really expect pursuit he wouldn’t try -very hard to elude it.</p> - -<p>Joe gathered courage again and sought the -ticket-window in the waiting-room. By this time -the platform had almost emptied, but at the -ticket-window several persons were in line and -now and then the door opened to admit other -passengers for the west-bound train. Joe gave -up the idea of inquiring of the ticket-seller and -inspected a time-table instead. The west-bound -arrived in Fremont at nine-fifty-nine and remained -there five minutes. It would come in, -then, in just five minutes if it was on time. That -put another idea in his head and he went back to -the platform, keeping his eyes peeled, and sought -the bulletin board there. “No. 16,” he read, “due -9:59, 15 mins. late.”</p> - -<p>That, he told himself, would give him more<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_263"></a>[263]</span> -time. He remained where he was and kept his -gaze on the door of the waiting-room. The platform -began to fill up again. A four-car local -pulled in, emptied its contents and puffed out. -The clock pointed to one minute of ten now. It -was chilly out there on the platform, for a north -wind was blowing down from Lake Erie, and -Joe’s thoughts travelled toward the gleaming -coffee-urn he had glimpsed a few minutes back. -For a moment he debated whether he should seek -it and spend a nickel of his small fund, but he -decided not to. If Young did put in an appearance -he wanted to know it as soon as possible. -And at that moment his gaze, travelling over the -platform, alighted on the form of a man carrying -a suit-case and making his way along toward -where Joe was standing with his back to the -building. For an instant Joe thought that the -other had seen him and was going to speak. But -it was the bulletin board that was the attraction, -and Joe, turning aside to escape detection in a -sudden spasm of nervousness, smelt the odour of -a cigarette that was very familiar, heard the -other’s grunt of impatience as he read the inscription -on the board, and the tread of his feet -as he strode away again.</p> - -<p>Then a mild panic seized Joe and he darted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_264"></a>[264]</span> -forward. Someone got in front of him. He -dodged around and his heart sank, for his first -anxious look failed to discover the form it sought. -He was already regretting his timorousness -when he spied his quarry entering the waiting-room. -Joe sped after him. Mr. Chester Young -was making his way to the ticket window. Joe -made a detour and closed in behind him. At the -window he stood at his elbow while he purchased -a ticket for Toledo. Young had, it appeared, -plenty of money, for he gave a twenty-dollar bill -to the ticket-seller and caused that busy gentleman -to scowl as he made change. Then Young -turned away, walked to the end of a bench, set -his bag down, and proceeded to place the bills and -silver in his purse.</p> - -<p>Joe, his heart thumping hard, walked across -to him, a slight smile around his mouth. When -he was a yard away Young glanced up and a look -of surprise and consternation came into his face.</p> - -<p>“Hello, Young,” said Joe pleasantly. “I was -afraid I’d missed you.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_265"></a>[265]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER XXI<br /> -<small>ON THE WEST-BOUND</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>Young’s first act was to slip the purse into a -pocket of his overcoat, even as his gaze darted -stealthily around the waiting-room, and he summoned -a smile, not a particularly gladsome smile, -to his face. Joe noticed the eternal cigarette -tremble between his lips. Then:</p> - -<p>“Why, hello, Faulkner,” said Mr. Chester -Young. “How are you?”</p> - -<p>“All right, thanks,” replied Joe, his eyes unconsciously -dropping for an instant to that pocket -into which the fat purse had disappeared. “Sit -down a minute, will you; I want to talk to you.”</p> - -<p>“Can’t do it,” answered the other briskly, buttoning -his coat with none too steady fingers. -“Fact is, I’m running up to Detroit and my train -is leaving in about half a minute. I suppose you -were surprised to find me gone, eh? Well, you -see, I got a telegram this afternoon telling me -that my father was very ill and I had to beat it -off on the five-two. I was going to write and explain<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_266"></a>[266]</span> -to you. I’ll do that, anyway. Glad to have -seen you again. You keep that job open for me -until Saturday and I’ll be back for it. Good-night.” -He held out his hand and Joe took it.</p> - -<p>“Your train’s fifteen minutes late,” said Joe -calmly. “So there’s no hurry. Sit down.” He -still held Young’s hand and now pulled him gently -toward the seat. Young resisted, but Joe’s clasp -was a strong one, and unless he wanted to indulge -in a scuffle there was nothing to do but give in. -But it was a different Mr. Chester Young who -faced Joe now. He tossed aside his cigarette and -observed his captor defiantly.</p> - -<p>“Well, what you got to say, Faulkner?” he -demanded.</p> - -<p>“I suppose you know why I’m here?” asked -Joe.</p> - -<p>“Never mind what I know. Get down to business. -What’s your game?”</p> - -<p>“My game’s to collect seventy-five dollars from -you, Young. I ought to charge the costs of collection, -too, I guess, but we’ll let that go. If you -want to send nine dollars back by me to Mrs. -Bennett, though, I’ll be glad to take it.”</p> - -<p>Young laughed softly. “And why should I -hand seventy-five dollars over to you, Faulkner? -What do you think I am, a national bank?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_267"></a>[267]</span></p> - -<p>“If you want an itemized account,” responded -Joe patiently, “I can oblige you. But your train -will be leaving in about twelve minutes, you -know. Roughly, the cigars and things you turned -back to the dealers amounted to forty-seven -dollars——”</p> - -<p>Young’s expression changed enough to show -that he had not expected Joe to have knowledge -of that transaction.</p> - -<p>“And you got about thirty out of the cash -register yesterday and today. That foots up to -seventy-seven, and——”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” interrupted -Young angrily, but without raising his -voice. “Someone’s been stalling you. You’d -better go back to Amesville and soak your head, -sport. You’re too innocent to be so far from -home.”</p> - -<p>“Ten minutes to train time now,” said Joe. -“Come across, Young. You’re beaten, and you -know it.”</p> - -<p>“Why, you silly chump, you can’t hold me up -for money like this! I haven’t got that much, -anyway, and if I had I wouldn’t be likely to pass -it over to you. You must be crazy! You ought -to get a job in a squirrel cage!”</p> - -<p>“If you haven’t seventy-five it’s going to be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_268"></a>[268]</span> -awkward,” said Joe reflectively. “I thought that -probably you’d hand it over and there wouldn’t -have to be any trouble about it. I hate to get -my name in the papers, but if I have to all right.”</p> - -<p>“Quit your joking,” growled Young. “For -two cents I’d knock your head off. There’s my -train and I can’t stop here chewing the rag any -longer.” He got up, bag in hand and grinned -mockingly down at the other. “Give my love to -Strobe when you get back, sport. So long.”</p> - -<p>Joe sighed regretfully and stood up. “All -right,” he murmured. “There’s no hurry. I -don’t mind seeing a little of the world while I’m -at it. I dare say Toledo or Detroit is quite worth -visiting.”</p> - -<p>Young, who had started toward the door, -turned. “If you try to follow me,” he said menacingly, -“I’ll do for you, kid!”</p> - -<p>“You won’t get a chance,” replied Joe simply. -“I’d rather go home from here, of course, but if -you want to be silly I’ll give you as far as Toledo -to think it over.”</p> - -<p>“What would you do in Toledo?” sneered the -other.</p> - -<p>“Have you arrested, of course. That’s the -only thing I can do if you don’t make good before. -I might have done it here, but I thought<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_269"></a>[269]</span> -you’d prefer to keep out of trouble, and now”—he -looked around the waiting-room—“there isn’t -a policeman in sight.”</p> - -<p>“Have me arrested!” jeered Young. “Try it, -kid! Go ahead and try it! Why, I never saw -you before in my life! Tell that yarn to a cop -and see what will happen.”</p> - -<p>“All right, let’s go out on the platform. -There’s one there, I guess.”</p> - -<p>Young’s eyes dropped, but after an instant’s -hesitation he turned toward the door again. -“Sure! Come on and find him!”</p> - -<p>Joe kept close at his elbow and they passed -through the door and into the throng on the long -platform. The west-bound train had pulled into -the station a few minutes before and outside all -was bustle and confusion. Young paused and -looked up and down the platform.</p> - -<p>“There’s a cop down there,” he exclaimed. -“Come on and we’ll finish this up right -now.”</p> - -<p>He pushed past Joe and made his way with -difficulty in and out of the crowd. Joe followed -close on his heels. Above the sound of escaping -steam and the noise of the crowd he heard the -cry of “All abo-o-oard!” He was quite certain -that Young had not seen a policeman in the direction<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_270"></a>[270]</span> -he was taking and was wondering whether -the former meant to make a sudden dash for liberty -when he was once free of the throng or, at -the last instant, leap aboard the train. There was -a sound of releasing brakes, at the other end of -the long train a bell clanged warningly, and, an -instant later, the cars began to move slowly past. -They were out of the crowd now and near the -end of the train. Joe saw Young turn his head -a little in the direction of the moving train and -something warned him to be on his guard. Young -swung around and faced him.</p> - -<p>“I was sure I saw a cop down here,” he said -puzzledly. “Where do you suppose he got to? -See him anywhere?”</p> - -<p>Perhaps Young expected Joe to look away for -a moment, for he suddenly shot out his right fist -straight at the younger boy’s face. But Joe had -not moved his gaze a fraction from Young’s countenance -and he read what was coming before the -arm was drawn back for the blow. Instinctively -he dodged to the right and Young’s fist went -harmlessly past his head. Then something took -him in the knees—he surmised afterwards that -it was Young’s suit-case—and he went staggering -back against the station wall.</p> - -<p>When he recovered himself Young was darting<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_271"></a>[271]</span> -across the platform, bag swinging wildly, and -even as he started in pursuit his quarry tossed -the suit-case onto the forward platform of the -last car, trotted alongside and, aided by the porter, -who had been in the act of closing the vestibule -door, sprang aboard!</p> - -<p>A dozen strides told Joe that he could never -reach that platform. The train, gaining speed -every instant, was now moving rapidly out of the -station and beside him the lighted windows of the -last car slipped past. There was but one thing -to do and he determined to do it, or, at least, -make a try. Slackening his pace a little, he let -the length of the car go past him and then, spurting -desperately, heedless of the warning shouts -of lookers-on, he managed to grasp the forward -rail of the last steps!</p> - -<p>The speed of the train lifted him from his feet -and hurled him against the rear railing. He made -a clutch for this, but failed, and swung outward -again, dangling, his feet trailing along the planks -of the station platform. Cries of alarm arose -from the watchers behind. But Joe held on, -searched with his left hand for a hold, knocked -his knees bruisingly against the car steps, got -one on the lower ledge, and, somehow, dragged -himself to his feet, clinging at last to the brass<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_272"></a>[272]</span> -gate that closed the platform off and fighting for -breath!</p> - -<p>For a full minute he clung there, dizzy, conscious -of smarting contusions about his knees -and of a dull ache in one hip where he had collided -with the railing. Finally he climbed over the -gate, tried the door and found it unlocked and -stepped inside a handsome library-compartment -in which a half-dozen men were seated about in -the cane easy-chairs reading. His appearance -elicited no surprise. Perhaps they thought he had -been on the platform while the train was in the -station. At all events, although the occupants -of the compartment raised their eyes as the door -opened, only one of the number displayed any -interest in the boy’s advent.</p> - -<p>The single exception was a tall, loose-jointed -man, who, with his chair turned toward the windows, -sat with long legs doubled up almost to his -chin and a book face-down in his lap. As the door -opened he turned his head and looked attentively -at the breathless and still somewhat white-faced -youth who entered. Joe paused to take another -full breath before undertaking the passage of the -swaying car and in that moment his eyes encountered -those of the man. The man raised a long, -lean hand and beckoned with a finger. Joe made<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_273"></a>[273]</span> -his way to him and the passenger, undoubling -himself, stretched a foot out, hooked it about the -leg of the next chair and pulled it beside his own.</p> - -<p>“Sit down,” he said. He had a remarkable -voice, Joe thought, and equally remarkable eyes, -very light blue-gray in colour, that somehow compelled -obedience. Joe embarrassedly seated -himself.</p> - -<p>“That’s a good way to get killed,” said the -man calmly. “Don’t you know that?”</p> - -<p>“I suppose it is, sir. I didn’t stop to think -much about it.”</p> - -<p>“I wouldn’t make a practice of it. I take it -that the other fellow got aboard all right.”</p> - -<p>“The other fellow?” faltered Joe.</p> - -<p>“Yes, the—ah—the gentleman who tried to -put his fist in your face.”</p> - -<p>“Oh! You saw——”</p> - -<p>“I happened to be looking out the window. -You side-stepped very neatly. Fellow a friend of -yours?”</p> - -<p>“Not exactly.” Joe smiled faintly. There -was an answering twinkle in the light blue eyes.</p> - -<p>“No? But you evidently couldn’t bear to part -with him. It’s not my business, but I’m curious -to know the story. Fact is, I make my living -from stories. I get chaps like you to tell them<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_274"></a>[274]</span> -to me and then I write them down and sell them. -It’s a very simple way to make a fortune.”</p> - -<p>Joe smiled uncertainly. It sounded as if the -other was joking, but his expression was quite -serious. He had a lean, clean-shaven face, with -many deep wrinkles. His nose was long and -straight and his mouth rather large. Somehow, -though, it was a nice face and inspired confidence. -“There isn’t much story,” said Joe hesitantly. -“The—the other fellow has something -that belongs to me and I want to get it.”</p> - -<p>“Situation Number Three,” murmured the -man. “Hackneyed, but capable of interesting and -even novel variations.”</p> - -<p>“Sir?” asked Joe.</p> - -<p>“May I ask what is the value of the something -the other chap has of yours? It’s interesting sometimes -to know for what amount a person will risk -his life. Personally I wouldn’t do it for less than -two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Not -now, that is. There was a time, when I was considerably -younger, when I dare say I’d have done -it for considerably less; say for five thousand—or -nothing at all. In your case now——”</p> - -<p>“It’s only about seventy-five dollars,” replied -Joe. “He—he stole it.”</p> - -<p>The man nodded. “Naturally. Seventy-five<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_275"></a>[275]</span> -dollars, though, seems an inadequate reward for -a broken neck. Any kind of a respectable funeral -would cost all of that. I don’t see that you stood -to win much.”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid I didn’t stop to think of all that, -sir. He jumped on the train and so I—I jumped -on, too!”</p> - -<p>“I see. And now?”</p> - -<p>Joe hesitated. “I suppose I’ll have to get him -arrested in Toledo if he won’t give it up without.”</p> - -<p>“Why didn’t you call a policeman at that last -place?”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t see one. Besides, I thought he’d -give the money back without any fuss when he -saw that I had caught him.”</p> - -<p>“But he wouldn’t?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps he hasn’t got it with him. Perhaps -he’s spent it.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t think so. You see——”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t see,” said the man, with a smile. -“I want to, though. Starting at the beginning, -now——” He doubled his long legs up again, -clasped his hands around them and observed Joe -expectantly and encouragingly. Joe hesitated, -smiled, and told his story. During the recital the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_276"></a>[276]</span> -gray-blue eyes watched him intently and their -owner maintained absolute silence. There was -but one interruption, and that was when the conductor -came in. Joe reached for his money, but -the man gently pushed his hand away from his -pocket.</p> - -<p>“Pardon me,” he said gently, “but it’s my -party.” He took out a very stunning gold-trimmed -pocket-book, pulled a five-dollar note -from it and handed it to the conductor.</p> - -<p>“Where to?” asked the latter. Joe’s new acquaintance -questioned silently.</p> - -<p>“Toledo, I guess,” said Joe. “Do we stop before -we get there?”</p> - -<p>The conductor shook his head, made out the -check, returned the change and took his departure.</p> - -<p>“I’m much obliged,” said Joe, “but I didn’t -mean for you to pay my fare, sir.”</p> - -<p>“I know you didn’t. But as you’re my guest -it was only right that I should. So you guessed -that that punch was coming, did you?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, sort of. And then, when he swung -around his bag struck me on the knees and I went -back against the wall.”</p> - -<p>“To be continued in our next,” murmured the -other. He examined his watch. “We’ll be in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_277"></a>[277]</span> -Toledo in about ten minutes, I think. So perhaps -you’d better go and see your friend. Afterwards -come back here and tell me what the result is. -It would be too commonplace to bring the police -into this. So we’ll just put our heads together -and find an artistic dénoûement.”</p> - -<p>Joe hurried through the three Pullman cars -and through an equal number of day-coaches -without finding Mr. Chester Young. But in the -next, the smoking car, the sight of that gentleman -rewarded him as he closed the door. Young -was seated half-way along the car, smoking a -cigarette and figuring on the back of an envelope. -Beside him, on the other half of the seat, rested -the suit-case.</p> - -<p>Joe walked quietly down the aisle. Young -didn’t see him until he had laid hand on the bag. -Then, with an alarmed grasp at the suit-case, -Young raised his eyes. His jaw dropped ludicrously -and the cigarette in his mouth rolled to -the floor, and while Joe set the suit-case aside -and seated himself Young continued to regard -him in stupefied amazement.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_278"></a>[278]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER XXII<br /> -<small>THE AMATEUR DETECTIVE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>“Well,” said Joe finally, “thought better of -it, Young?”</p> - -<p>Young found his voice then and for at least -two minutes gave vent to his feelings, which, -judging from the expressions he made use of, -were far from pleasant. When, at last, breath -or fresh invectives failed him, Joe said: “Young, -you might as well be sensible about this. We’ll -be in Toledo in a few minutes and there’ll be an -officer waiting for us. What’s the good of going -to jail for seventy-five dollars? Why don’t you -give me back what you stole and have an end -of it?”</p> - -<p>Young, having regained his breath, indulged in -a few more well-chosen remarks derogatory to -Joe’s character. After which he declared that -he knew nothing about the money, never saw it, -didn’t have it, and wouldn’t give it up if he had!</p> - -<p>“Well,” said Joe impatiently, “you’ve had -plenty of chances to give it back without fuss,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_279"></a>[279]</span> -Young. So don’t blame me for anything that -happens after this.” He got up and went off -down the aisle, leaving Mr. Chester Young scowling -somewhat anxiously after him. In the library -compartment Joe reported the result of his mission.</p> - -<p>“I guess,” he said regretfully, “there’s nothing -to do now but try to get him arrested.”</p> - -<p>“Are you certain he means to get off at -Toledo?” asked the man.</p> - -<p>“N-no, I’m not. He bought a ticket for Toledo, -though.”</p> - -<p>“Hm. Well, we’d better be ready in case he -does. I’ll go and get my things ready.”</p> - -<p>“Are you getting off there?” asked Joe as the -other pulled his six feet and four or five inches -from the chair.</p> - -<p>“Do you know,” replied the man, “I’m never -certain when I start out where I’ll fetch up? It’s -queer that way.” He stretched his long arms -and smiled whimsically down at the boy. “Once -I started off for Chicago and brought up in -Buenos Aires. After all, it’s the uncertainty -that makes life interesting, eh?”</p> - -<p>The stranger proceeded to the second car -ahead, changed the cap he was wearing for a -derby, strapped up a battered kit-bag, took his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_280"></a>[280]</span> -overcoat from the hook, and went forward again. -Near the rear door of the smoking car was an -unoccupied seat, and in this the two seated themselves. -Joe pointed out the refractory Mr. Young -to his companion, who examined what was to be -seen of his back with a disappointed expression.</p> - -<p>“Very weak,” he muttered. “Hardly worthy -of our talents, my friend. Observe the narrowness -of the head between the ears. A sure sign -of weakness of character. I have it myself. I -think we can safely assume that he is not going -to leave us here. If he were he’d be stirring -around.”</p> - -<p>The train was running into the yard at Toledo -now and many of the occupants of the car were -donning coats and rounding up their luggage. -The prediction proved correct. The train rolled -into the station, but Mr. Chester Young kept his -place. That he was nervous was evident from -the manner in which he peered through the window -and more than once looked anxiously back -along the car. He did not, however, see Joe, -since the latter was hidden by his companion. -The train remained in the station for some five -minutes before it started off again towards -Detroit, and during that time, it is natural to -suppose, Mr. Chester Young was by no means enjoying<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_281"></a>[281]</span> -himself. It seemed to Joe that he could -almost hear Young’s sigh of relief when the station -lights slipped away from them again!</p> - -<p>Presently Joe’s companion, who had been silent -most of the time during the stop, arose and signalled -the former to follow him. Down the aisle -they went. The seat directly in front of Young -had just been vacated, and the tall man turned -the back over, set his bag down, and seated himself -facing Young, draping his overcoat across -his knees and patting the seat beside him invitingly -as Joe hesitated.</p> - -<p>“Sit down,” he said pleasantly. “That’s it. -Now, then, here we are all together.” He turned -to the astonished Mr. Chester Young and regarded -him smilingly. “I guess,” he went on, -“we can settle this all up nicely before we reach -Detroit, eh? We’ve got a lot of time ahead of -us and needn’t hurry.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” -sputtered Young, darting a venomous look at -Joe. “You haven’t anything on me.”</p> - -<p>“Now, now!” The intruder lifted a lean hand -deprecatingly. “Don’t let us start off that way, -my friend. Let’s be good-natured and just talk -things over a bit. Why, bless you, I’m not complaining -a mite, am I? When the chief called me<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_282"></a>[282]</span> -up and said, ‘Beat it to the station and find a fellow -named Young,’ I was just getting ready for a -nice, long snooze. I was up most of last night -and was counting a lot on my sleep. Well, it’s -all in the day’s work with us Central Office tecs, -and I’m a natural-born philosopher. So here I -am, and no hard feelings.”</p> - -<p>The expression on Young’s face changed from -angry defiance to alarm. He swallowed once with -difficulty, almost losing his cigarette in the operation, -and then his gaze darted quickly about as -though seeking an avenue of escape. The man -opposite leaned over and patted his knee.</p> - -<p>“Don’t think of that,” he said soothingly. -“You couldn’t get away if you tried. Besides, -you’d break your neck if you slipped off with the -train going forty miles. Don’t try any foolish -business, my friend. Just keep calm and good-tempered -and let’s talk it all over nicely.”</p> - -<p>“I haven’t got anything to talk over,” muttered -Young.</p> - -<p>“Sure you have!” The man chuckled. -“You’ve got seventy-five dollars! We can do a -lot of talking about seventy-five dollars, eh? -Come on now, cards on the table, Young. What’s -your idea of it?”</p> - -<p>“Idea of what?” Young was rather pale, but<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_283"></a>[283]</span> -he managed to put some assurance into his question. -The man lighted a cigar with much deliberation.</p> - -<p>“Why, I mean what are you thinking of doing? -Now, here’s my advice to you. You don’t need -to take it, you know. I shan’t mind if you don’t. -If I were you I’d get together what you’ve got -left of that seventy-five and hand it over. See? -Then we’d just wish each other luck and I’d drop -off at the first stop and report ‘nothing doing’ at -the office. That would be the simplest thing. But -you can come on back to Toledo if you want to -and face the music. Only that makes a lot of -trouble for you and me and this fellow here. You -spend the night in a cell, I don’t get to sleep before -one o’clock, and this fellow has to lie around -until your case comes up in the morning. Still, -I don’t want to persuade you against your own -judgment. It’s all in the day’s work for me.” -He leaned back and smiled pleasantly at -Young.</p> - -<p>“You’ve only got his say-so for it,” exclaimed -Young desperately. “Why, I never saw him until -he came up to me in the station at Fremont! I -don’t know anything about him. It—it’s a -frame-up, that’s what it is! If you arrest me -you’ll get into trouble. I—I’ve got friends in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_284"></a>[284]</span> -Toledo, and they’ll make it hot for you, all -right!”</p> - -<p>“Sure, I know. We get that line of talk all the -time,” was the untroubled response. “You know -your own business better than I do. If you didn’t -take this fellow’s money, why, all right.”</p> - -<p>“Of course I didn’t! Why, look here, I’ll show -you!” Young pulled a purse from his pocket -and eagerly spread its contents out. “That’s -every cent I’ve got to my name! Seventy-five -dollars! Gee, if I had seventy-five dollars I’d be -back there in a Pullman, believe me!”</p> - -<p>“That’s so. Still, you might have spent the -difference. How much you got there?”</p> - -<p>“Nineteen, about! I had twenty-five when I—when -I was in Fremont, and this fellow”—he -darted a triumphant look at Joe—“braced me -for a dollar to get something to eat. Then, when -he saw I had more, he began some wild yarn -about my stealing money from him. Why, I guess -he’s crazy!”</p> - -<p>The tall man turned and looked attentively at -Joe. “Is that right?” he asked. “Did you get -a dollar from him at Fremont?”</p> - -<p>Joe shook his head, not trusting himself to -speak for fear he would laugh. The supposed -detective sighed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_285"></a>[285]</span></p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t know! Of course, if they find -only nineteen dollars on you when they frisk you -at the station——”</p> - -<p>“Frisk me?” faltered Young.</p> - -<p>“Sure; search you; go through your clothes. -And your bag.”</p> - -<p>Young shot a troubled look at the suit-case -beside him. “No one’s got any right to search -me,” he muttered. “And—and you can’t arrest -me, either, without a warrant!”</p> - -<p>“Bless your heart, friend, if we waited for -warrants we’d miss half the fun! Here comes -the conductor. Better not buy beyond Monroe. -We’ll get off there and beat it back.”</p> - -<p>“Why don’t you believe what I’m telling you?” -demanded Young anxiously. “I never saw this -fellow or his money. Say, you aren’t really going -to take me just on what he says, are you?”</p> - -<p>“Orders are orders, friend, and I got mine,” -was the reply. “But don’t you bother. If you -didn’t get his money you’ll get off all right tomorrow -morning. And we’ve got a good, comfortable -jail in Toledo, too.”</p> - -<p>“That’s all right,” faltered Young, his gaze -on the approaching conductor, “but—but if he -tells them a pack of lies, how do I know they won’t -believe him instead of me? You do yourself!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_286"></a>[286]</span></p> - -<p>“Me? Pshaw, now, I don’t believe anyone. -This fellow says you did and you say you didn’t. -It doesn’t make a scrap of difference to me, -anyway. It’s up to the judge in the morning.”</p> - -<p>“Well, but—say——” Young leaned across -confidentially, lowering his voice. “Now, look -here, sir. I don’t want to have to go back to -Toledo. I’m in a hurry. I’ve got a sick father -in Detroit, I have. Now, say I give this fellow -what I’ve got with me? Eh? I’d pay that not -to have to go back. What do you say?”</p> - -<p>“Well, that’s up to him,” was the reply, -“What do you say?” The man turned inquiringly -to Joe.</p> - -<p>“If he will give me all the money he has with -him, all right,” Joe answered. “I’ll be satisfied. -I dare say he’s spent a good bit of it.”</p> - -<p>“But I’ve got to keep enough to pay my fare -to Detroit,” said Young eagerly.</p> - -<p>Joe nodded. “All right. Pay your fare to -Detroit and give me the rest.”</p> - -<p>“Well, that’s what I call sensible,” said the -impromptu detective. “What’s the use of going -to a heap of trouble when you can avoid it, eh? -Hello, Conductor. One to Detroit and”—he -looked a question at Joe.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_287"></a>[287]</span></p> - -<p>“I guess I’ll go to Detroit, too,” was the response.</p> - -<p>“Two Detroits, eh? All right, gentlemen. -Thank you. Let me see, you’re——” He observed -the tall man doubtfully.</p> - -<p>“Yes, you know me,” was the response, accompanied -by a nod toward the rear of the -train.</p> - -<p>“I thought so.” The conductor returned the -change to Young and to Joe and passed on. -Young, his purse still in his hand, counted out -the remaining contents of it.</p> - -<p>“There’s nearly eighteen dollars,” he said -easily. “You might leave me enough for car-fare -to get to my house with, but I won’t ask it.”</p> - -<p>“Keep out the silver,” said Joe, “and give me -the bills.”</p> - -<p>Young obeyed and passed over a ten, a five, -and two ones. “You’re witness that I paid this -to him,” he challenged the third member of the -group. The tall man nodded.</p> - -<p>“I’m witness you’ve paid him seventeen dollars,” -he agreed. “Go ahead.”</p> - -<p>“Go ahead? What do you mean, go ahead?” -asked Young with a scowl.</p> - -<p>“Why, I mean go ahead and pay him the rest -of it.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_288"></a>[288]</span></p> - -<p>“The rest of it! He agreed to take what I had -here——”</p> - -<p>“What you had with you, my friend,” interrupted -the other. “Be good now and don’t let’s -have any more trouble.” He reached across and -pushed Young’s suit-case toward him. “Open -her up, friend, and dig down!”</p> - -<p>“I tell you I ain’t got——”</p> - -<p>“I heard you, too,” was the wearied response. -“But we’ll take the money that’s in the suit-case, -I think. Come across with it, Young!”</p> - -<p>“You’re a couple of thieves! There ain’t any -money in there! I——”</p> - -<p>“Seeing’s believing, my friend. Just open -that up and show us.”</p> - -<p>“I won’t! You’ve got all you’re going to -get!” He took the suit-case on his knees and -hugged his arms over it. “What’s in here is -mine!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, so there is some in there, eh?” The tall -man chuckled. “Well, pass it over. Stand by -your bargain and don’t play baby. And get a -move on, too. We’ll be in Monroe in about ten -minutes and then it’ll be too late.”</p> - -<p>Young glared at the other in impotent rage, -but the make-believe Central Office man returned -his gaze calmly, untroubledly, compellingly. For<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_289"></a>[289]</span> -a long moment Young hesitated. Then, with a -shrug of his shoulders, he tugged at the straps, -opened the suit-case and drew a cigarette box -from under the layers of clothing.</p> - -<p>“There,” he growled, and tossed the box into -the man’s lap. Inside it were five folded ten-dollar -bills. The man smoothed them out, counted -them and passed them silently to Joe.</p> - -<p>“Fifty and seventeen is sixty-seven,” he said. -“That good enough?” he asked.</p> - -<p>Joe nodded as he stowed the money safely in -a pocket. “That’s near enough,” he said. “I -ought to make him pay back what it’s cost me to -get it, but I won’t.” He turned to Young. “I’m -going to hand nine and a half of this to Mrs. Bennett,” -he said. “She needs it more than I do, I -guess.”</p> - -<p>Young sneered. “What do I care what you do -with it? You’re easy, anyway. If I hadn’t been -a fool I’d have got clean away.” Then, fearing -perhaps that he had admitted too much, he -glanced furtively at the man. “We’re quits now, -ain’t we?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, we’re quits. Or, rather, we’re more -than quits, Young. I’m really in your debt for -an interesting experience. It’s the first time I -ever impersonated a detective and, although I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_290"></a>[290]</span> -may be taking too much credit, I think I did it -rather well, eh?”</p> - -<p><a href="#i_p290">“<em>What!</em>” squealed Young. “You ain’t a—a——”</a></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p290"> - <img src="images/i_p290.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <div class="caption"> - <p class="noic"><a href="#Page_290">“<em>What!</em>” squealed Young. “You ain’t a—a——”</a></p> - </div> -</div> - -<p>“My friend,” was the smiling reply, “I’m only -a poor writer of tales who has been doing his best -to relieve the tedium of a dull journey. The next -time you have dealings with a detective, and -something tells me there’s going to be a next time, -you ask to be shown his badge. Never take anything -for granted, my friend. It’s a wicked world -and there are, unfortunately, folks in it ever ready -to impose on the credulity of the young and—ah—innocent. -Good-night, Mr. Young. And -thanks for the amusement you’ve so kindly afforded.”</p> - -<p>They left him crumpled up in the corner, still -holding his open suit-case, an expression of -mingled wrath and incredulity on his face.</p> - -<p>Joe’s new friend led the way back to his chair -in the Pullman, where he deposited bag and coat -and again changed from derby to cap. Then they -returned to the library car and viewed each other -smilingly from opposite chairs.</p> - -<p>“I was right about the narrowness of the skull -between the ears,” observed the man reflectively. -“Mr. Young is weak, lamentably weak, and will<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_291"></a>[291]</span> -not, I feel sure, ever make a success in his chosen -profession.”</p> - -<p>“His chosen profession?” repeated Joe questioningly.</p> - -<p>“Yes, thieving. Perhaps it’s all for the best, -however. Finding himself unable to prosper in -that line, he may turn honest. Let us hope so. -And now there’s one small formality we’ve -neglected. Suppose we learn each other’s -names?”</p> - -<p>“Mine is Joseph Faulkner, sir.”</p> - -<p>“And mine is Graham—J. W. Graham. The -J stands for John and the W for Westley.”</p> - -<p>“Westley Graham!” exclaimed Joe. “Why, I -know who you are! I mean I’ve read stories——”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I don’t doubt it. You could scarcely fail -to, my boy, for I write a horrible lot of them. I -try not to, but they will out, like murder—or -measles! Ever read any you liked?”</p> - -<p>“Why, I like them all!” cried Joe. “They’re -dandy! There was one last month about a man -who discovered an island that nobody knew -about, and——”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I recall that. Well, I’m glad you like -them, my boy. I do myself, when I’m writing -them, but afterwards I try hard to forget -them.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_292"></a>[292]</span></p> - -<p>“But why, sir?” Joe’s eyes opened very wide. -“I wish I could write stories like those!”</p> - -<p>“Do you? I try to forget them because I come -of Puritan ancestry. Know anything about the -Puritans, Faulkner?”</p> - -<p>“Why, I know what it tells in the history, -sir.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps history doesn’t particularly emphasise -the quality I have in mind, however. The -Puritans were endowed with the ineradicable belief -that whatever gave one pleasure in the doing -was wrong. All my life I have been at odds with -my inherited Puritan principles. Every time I -write one of those stories Conscience sits at my -elbow and weeps. I try to console myself with -the promise that some day before I pass on I shall -write something very dull and very learned and -very, very difficult, something that I shall utterly -detest doing. But never mind my soul worries -now. Tell me something about you, Faulkner. -What do you do when you don’t chase over -the country apprehending defaulting clerks? -You told me you were going to school, I -think?”</p> - -<p>So Joe talked then and, prompted by questions, -told more about himself than he ever remembered -confessing to anyone. But Mr. Graham had a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_293"></a>[293]</span> -way of making one talk that Joe couldn’t resist. -In the midst of his narrative the conductor bore -down on them again and Mr. Graham, despite -Joe’s protest, paid for the latter’s seat in the -Pullman to Detroit. And, later, although it -scarcely seemed a half-hour since they had parted -from the overwhelmed Mr. Chester Young in the -smoking car, they rolled into Detroit and it was -after midnight!</p> - -<p>“When I come to this town,” said Mr. Graham -as they waited in the vestibule for the train to -stop, “I always put up at a small hotel on Grand -River Avenue. It isn’t sumptuous, but it’s neat -and quiet and they allow me to sleep late. Now, -I propose that we walk leisurely up there, in order -to stretch our legs, and that you become my guest -for the night. In the morning we’ll have some -breakfast together and then I’ll see you on your -way back.”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t think,” stammered Joe. “I -mean I oughtn’t to let you do so much for me, -Mr. Graham! I’ve got enough money to -pay——”</p> - -<p>“The money you have, Faulkner, belongs, as -I understand it, to the firm of Faulkner and—well, -whatever the other chap’s name is. And if -you dissipate it in riotous living you’ll be a defaulter<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_294"></a>[294]</span> -yourself. No, I think—Look, isn’t that -our friend Mr. Young there? It is. I wonder, -now, what he’s going to do in this town without -money. Excuse me a minute.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graham left Joe at the car steps and dived -hurriedly through the crowd about the train. -Joe followed his course easily enough, since he -was a head taller than most persons there, and -so was witness to the little scene enacted on the -platform beyond the crowd. Mr. Graham overtook -Young there and for a moment they talked. -Then the former put his hand in his pocket, drew -forth his purse and passed some money to the -other. After that, a hand on Young’s shoulder, -Mr. Graham talked a moment longer. When he -returned to Joe he picked up his bag and led the -way out to Fort Street.</p> - -<p>“I’m wondering,” he said as they stepped out -briskly in search of the hotel where one could -sleep late in the morning, “how much a promise -is worth, Faulkner.”</p> - -<p>“How much did you pay for it, sir?” asked -Joe.</p> - -<p>Mr. Graham laughed softly. “So you spied on -me, eh? Well, it didn’t cost me much, Faulkner, -but at that I’m afraid I overpaid. Here we are. -Four blocks up Second Street and we’re almost<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_295"></a>[295]</span> -there. I’m beginning to be a little bit sleepy. -How about you?”</p> - -<p>“I’m dead tired, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Are you? Well, you can sleep as late as you -like in the morning!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_296"></a>[296]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII<br /> -<small>“BATTER UP!”</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>Joe returned to Amesville at a little before three -on Sunday afternoon. He had meant to -get back much earlier, but several things had prevented. -In the first place, he had unintentionally -taken advantage of the privilege of late slumber -afforded by the quiet hotel and had not awakened -until after eight o’clock, a most unusual proceeding -for Joe! But, late as he had been, he had -dressed and was reading a morning newspaper -before Mr. Graham appeared. Breakfast was a -leisurely ceremony and a surprisingly pleasant -one. Joe had never seen anyone pay so much -attention to the ordering of a meal as the writer -did, and when it came it was quite unlike any -breakfast Joe had ever partaken of. Strawberries -were served with the stems on, a half-dozen -big, luscious ones arranged in a circle about -a pyramid of powdered sugar. Joe waited, at -a loss as to how to proceed, until Mr. Graham -had shown the way by lifting a berry by its stem,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_297"></a>[297]</span> -dipping it in the sugar and transferring it to his -mouth. His host, without appearing to observe -Joe’s hesitation, explained that strawberries -eaten in that way were far easier to digest than -when accompanied by cream. Then had arrived, -after finger-bowls, two half chickens, broiled and -laid on toast, Julienne potatoes—only Joe called -them “shoestring”—tiny crisp, crescent-shaped -rolls, orange marmalade, coffee—this, too, without -cream, fashioned on the table in some bewildering -way with boiled milk and a tiny pat of -sweet butter!—and, last but by no means least, -golden-brown griddle-cakes served with honey.</p> - -<p>That had been a wonderful breakfast, indeed, -and Joe had eaten until he felt ashamed of himself, -but without, since they spent all of an hour -at the table with the June sunshine lying across -the white napery and glistening on the silver, any -after discomfort. Later, when Joe had spoken -of a ten o’clock train, Mr. Graham vetoed the -plan at once, lightly but firmly, and they had -taken a long walk, during which the writer, who -seemed to know everything in the city worth seeing -and the shortest way to reach it, had made -Joe work his shorter legs to the utmost to keep -up with his companion’s giant strides!</p> - -<p>At the station Mr. Graham had gone to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_298"></a>[298]</span> -news-stand and doubtless vastly surprised the -attendant by selecting four books from the pen -of Westley Graham. From there they went to -the ledge outside the ticket office and Mr. Graham -wrote Joe’s name and his own on the fly-leaf of -each and then piled them into the boy’s arms. -After that, in spite of Joe’s earnest protests, he -had bought the latter’s ticket and parlour car -seat.</p> - -<p>“You can get some lunch at Toledo,” said Mr. -Graham. “You’ll have twenty minutes there.”</p> - -<p>“I shan’t ever want to eat again,” replied Joe -with a wistful recollection of that breakfast.</p> - -<p>The other laughed. “Oh, yes, you will. -You’ll be hungry by the time you reach Toledo. -If you’re not, you’re no real boy.” At the parlour -car steps Mr. Graham shook hands warmly. -“Good-bye, Faulkner,” he said. “We’ve had -rather a jolly little party, haven’t we? I’ve enjoyed -it, anyhow. Good luck to you, my boy. -You’ll find an address in one of those books that -usually gets me. Drop me a line some day and -tell me how you’re getting on. Let me know who -wins that game on Wednesday. I’d like to see -that.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t suppose you ever get to Amesville?” -asked Joe anxiously.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_299"></a>[299]</span></p> - -<p>“Amesville?” Mr. Graham smiled. “I get -everywhere sooner or later, Faulkner. Whether -I do or don’t, we’ll run across each other again -some day. That’s my experience. It’s a wee bit -of a world, after all, and a mighty nice thing -about it is that friends are always meeting.”</p> - -<p>Joe had opened one of the books as soon as he -had had his last glimpse of Mr. Graham on the -station platform, and, in spite of the latter’s prediction, -had not lunched at Toledo. Instead, he -sat on a baggage truck and pursued the adventures -of the hero of the tale with a breathless interest -that almost lost him his train to Amesville!</p> - -<p>His first act when he got home was to seek Mr. -Chase, the station agent. But that gentleman -was not on duty and so Joe enclosed the borrowed -money in an envelope, scribbled a note that recounted -the success of his expedition and thanked -Mr. Chase for his assistance, and left it at the -office.</p> - -<p>It was a worried and anxious Aunt Sarah who -met him at the door, and Joe’s first half-hour at -home was devoted to a full and complete history -of the past twenty-four hours, during which he -was made to drink two cups of tea and eat three -slices of currant cake. Then he called up the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_300"></a>[300]</span> -Strobes’ house, found that Jack had been asking -for him and was at last able to see him, and forthwith -hurried to the meeting. Jack was swathed -in a dressing-robe and flanked by medicines and -an atomiser when Joe found him, but he looked -pretty healthy and declared that he felt fine today -and was to go out tomorrow unless the pesky -doctor changed his mind in the morning.</p> - -<p>“I was frightened to death I wouldn’t be able -to play Wednesday,” he said; “but I can. Say, -did Frank play Saturday?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, he did, Jack, for a couple of innings; no, -three.”</p> - -<p>Jack groaned. “It’s all up, then! Bat will -put him in Wednesday just out of kindness. Isn’t -that rotten luck? Who invented quinsy, anyway?”</p> - -<p>“Edison, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, it’s all well enough for you to grin, but I -lose that wager and Handsome Frank will be -more conceited than ever! And I won’t get that -bat-case——”</p> - -<p>“I’ll buy that for you if you’ll shut up about -it,” declared Joe desperately.</p> - -<p>“I don’t want you to. I can buy it myself, for -that matter. It—it’s beating Frank that matters.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_301"></a>[301]</span></p> - -<p>“And only the other day you were saying that -you were sorry for him!”</p> - -<p>“Well, I’m not today,” said Jack grimly. -“Say, where were you all the morning? I thought -surely you’d come around or call up.”</p> - -<p>“Most of the morning I was in Detroit,” -answered Joe soberly.</p> - -<p>“In Detroit! What do you mean, Detroit?”</p> - -<p>“Detroit, Michigan. There isn’t any other, is -there?”</p> - -<p>“You mean you’ve been to Detroit today?” -asked Jack incredulously. Joe shook his head.</p> - -<p>“I came from there today. I went last night.”</p> - -<p>Jack stared unbelievingly. “What for? -What’s the joke?”</p> - -<p>“For seventy-five dollars,” replied Joe, smilingly. -“And I got it, or most of it.”</p> - -<p>“Say, are you batty?” demanded Jack impatiently. -“What seventy-five dollars? What’s -the big idea?”</p> - -<p>So Joe told his story once more, while Jack’s -eyes got bigger and rounder and he hurled questions -at the narrator breathlessly. And when he -had heard all about it and had had every last -detail explained to his satisfaction he deliberately -kicked over a chair.</p> - -<p>“Wouldn’t that make you sick?” he exclaimed.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_302"></a>[302]</span> -“I have to go and get quinsy and lose all that -fun! Of course Young couldn’t have sneaked off -when I was well! Oh, dear, no! It had to be -when I was laid up! Hang the luck, anyway! -Say, if I’d been along, Joey, I’d have punched his -head!”</p> - -<p>“Just as well you weren’t, then,” laughed Joe. -“As it was, everything went off quietly and -strictly according to the rules-book.”</p> - -<p>“Well, what do you know about it!” marvelled -Jack. “Joey, when they named you ‘Lucky’ -Faulkner they hit it just about right! Why, you -didn’t have one chance in ten thousand to get that -money back!”</p> - -<p>“I guess that’s so. Come to think of it, Jack, -I didn’t get it back. It was Mr. Graham did it.”</p> - -<p>“Never mind who did it, you brought it home. -Now what are we going to do for someone to look -after the stand?”</p> - -<p>“I’ve been thinking that the best thing would -be to put the tin box back for a few days. School -closes Thursday, and after that we can look after -it ourselves.”</p> - -<p>“All right. I dare say four days won’t lose us -much. I wonder, though, how we’re going to like -sticking around that lobby when the hot weather -comes. That won’t be so pleasant, eh?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_303"></a>[303]</span></p> - -<p>“I don’t believe the Adams Building will be -hotter than any other place,” replied Joe. “Anyway, -if we’re going to earn money we’ve got to -work for it and put up with some things. I’ve -got to be going now, Jack.”</p> - -<p>“What’s your hurry? I haven’t seen you for -an age!”</p> - -<p>“I’ll drop around after supper if you can see -folks then. But I want to go and give this nine-fifty -to Mrs. Bennett. I guess she needs it worse -than we do.”</p> - -<p>Jack was back in school Monday morning, a bit -weak in the legs, but otherwise as good as ever, -or so he declared. He had two days of examinations -to make up and, since he would not have -been of much use to the team anyway, he stayed -away from practice that afternoon and toiled over -his papers in a deserted class-room under the -eagle eye of one of the teachers.</p> - -<p>On Tuesday there was only an hour of light -work for the players. The Second Team ended -its season with a game with the grammar school, -which it won in a breath-taking tenth inning rally, -and the diamond was given over to the workmen -who were to put it in shape for the morrow’s -battle.</p> - -<p>Petersburg descended on Amesville the next<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_304"></a>[304]</span> -day at noon and went to lunch at the principal -hotel. She arrived nearly a hundred strong and -armed with a multitude of gay banners, which -she waved jubilantly as, luncheon over, the team -and its followers took trolley cars to the field.</p> - -<p>Petersburg had gone through a more than -usually successful season, playing nineteen games, -of which she had won twelve and tied one. In -Calvert she had a pitcher of known ability who -had last year proved a good deal of a riddle to -Amesville’s batters, and her second-choice twirler, -Gorman, had been coming fast during the last -month and had only a week ago held Minton -School to one hit. For the rest, Petersburg had -an average team, with a fast, snappy infield and -an outfield composed of two veterans and one -newcomer. Petersburg had not gained the reputation -of a hard-hitting outfit this year, but an -analysis of the scores of past conflicts would have -shown that she had usually secured hits when -they were most needed.</p> - -<p>Amesville, however, went into the game that -afternoon with more confidence than usual. -There had been seasons when she had had a -strong pitching staff and a poor fielding team, -seasons when she had been brilliant at fielding -and weak at batting, and seasons when she could<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_305"></a>[305]</span> -bat anything and had no talent in the box. But -this year it was felt that the Brown-and-Blue was -an evenly rounded nine with good pitchers, clever -fielders, and the ability to bat, and most of the -local rooters who filled the two stands behind first -base and flowed over on to the field held that it -was less a question of which team would win -than what the score would be!</p> - -<p>Petersburg had nearly an hour of practice before -Amesville trotted out to claim the diamond, -and by that time the audience had assembled and -the stage was set. The umpire had been imported -from Lima, and, since he had presumably never -heard of either Amesville or Petersburg High -School in his life, was credited with being about -as impartial as an umpire could be. He was a -small, rotund, business-like-looking chap who -wore the regulation blue flannels and had a voice -like a mild-mannered bull.</p> - -<p>Amesville’s batting order was as follows: -Smith, s.; Morris, cf.; Strobe, lf.; Hale, 3b.; -Peddie, 2b.; Faulkner, 1b.; Cummings, rf.; Craig, -c.; Pollock, p. Toby Williams hoped to get into -the game before the curtain fell on the afternoon’s -performance, and probably Carl Moran -entertained a similar hope, but it was pretty certain -that Tom would remain on the mound as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_306"></a>[306]</span> -long as the opponent showed its teeth. On the -bench, when the Amesville players trotted out for -the opening inning, remained Williams, Moran, -Foley, Loomis, Speyer, Johnson, a capable hitter -from the disbanded Scrubs, and Buster Healey. -Buster was not in playing togs, however, and he -viewed the world from behind a pair of horn -spectacles with thick lenses that gave him the appearance -of a wise owl. Manager Mifflin was -there, too, with his battered score-book spread -open on his knees, and so was Coach Talbot, in -low-voiced conversation with Mr. John Hall, a -privileged well-wisher of the team.</p> - -<p>At half-past two to the second Mr. Reardon, -the imported umpire, faced the stands in “big-league” -fashion and announced the batteries in -a voice that carried easily to the outfield fence: -“Batthery for Amesville, Pollock and Craig! -For Petthersburg, Calvert and Beale. <em>Batther -up!</em>”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_307"></a>[307]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIV">CHAPTER XXIV<br /> -<small>BUNCHED HITS</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>“First man, Tom!”</p> - -<p>Sam Craig pulled his mask down, looked over -the field and then knelt behind the plate. Tom, -his arms at his sides, watched, nodded, himself -turned and viewed the fielders, and pulled his cap -down a bit further over his eyes.</p> - -<p>“Come on, Tom! Let’s have him!” called -Gordon Smith.</p> - -<p>“Here we go!” cried Hale.</p> - -<p>Tom’s hands came up to his chest, his foot went -forward, cunning fingers wrapped themselves -around the clean, new ball. At the plate Wiley, -third baseman, squared himself and tentatively -swung his bat. Behind him Captain Craig placed -his feet apart and with slightly bent knees and -out-thrust hands waited. Behind the third base -line the visitors were still cheering and two noisy -youths were encouraging the batsman from the -coachers’ boxes. Tom’s arms went back above -his head, his body lurched forward, his right hand -shot out and a white streak sped away for the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_308"></a>[308]</span> -plate. A yellowish flash as the bat swept the -air, the thud of ball against leather mitt, and the -stentorian voice of the umpire:</p> - -<p>“Shtrike!”</p> - -<p>Amesville cheered, while a chorus of approval -arose from the fielders, and Sam, thumping the -ball into the deep hollow of his big mitten, cried -to Tom: “That’s the stuff, Tom! Keep after -him!”</p> - -<p>On first, or, to be exact, well off of first and -behind the base-path, Joe added his encouragement -to the rest and, a bit nervously, perhaps, -hitched at his trousers, which didn’t need a particle -of attention. Again the wind-up, leisurely -and carefully made, and again the sphere flew -toward the plate. It was a ball this time, and -the batsman judged it correctly and let it severely -alone. The cheers from the stands had died away -now. A few latecomers were searching for points -of vantage well back of the foul lines. The hot -June sunlight fell radiantly on the backs of spectators -and straw hats had already begun to wave -in front of flushed faces. A second ball followed -and then a drop that fooled the Petersburg third -baseman brought the second strike.</p> - -<p>“Two and two!” called Sam cheerfully. “Let’s -have him, Tom!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_309"></a>[309]</span></p> - -<p>Joe, on his toes, waited. The ball shot forward -again, the bat met it, Joe leaped to the base as -Hale, coming in on the run, scooped up the trickling -sphere and jerked it across the diamond. -Squarely into Joe’s glove it thumped, his left foot -touched the bag, and the runner, puffing hard, -swerved aside.</p> - -<p>“One gone!” called Joe. “Let’s have the next -one, Tom!”</p> - -<p>“One!” echoed Sam, pointing a dramatic -fore-finger aloft.</p> - -<p>The next batsman, however, was not to be disposed -of in any such manner. He picked out Tom’s -second offering and sent it speeding between -Smith and Peddie and raced across the first bag -without challenge. The coachers redoubled their -vocal energy. Twice Tom threw to Joe and twice -the runner threw himself back to safety. Then -Tom gave his attention to the Petersburg shortstop. -With a strike and two balls on that youth, -Tom tried to sneak one across in the groove. -The shortstop was ready for it and the ball went -screeching into right field. Cummings came in -hard and got it on the bound, throwing to second. -The first runner was on third by that time and -Petersburg was yelling madly on stands and -bench and coaching lines.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_310"></a>[310]</span></p> - -<p>The runner on first stole on the first ball, and -Sam, faking a throw to second, slammed the ball -to Tom. But the man on third held his place. -With only one gone there was no use taking any -chances. The Petersburg left fielder got himself -into a hole at once, swinging twice at deceptive -offerings. Then Tom wasted a couple and, -finally, cut the outer corner of the plate and the -batsman withdrew with trailing bat. But the -trouble was not over yet, for the next man, the -Petersburg left fielder, was more canny. He disdained -the first two deliveries and the umpire -called them both balls. Tom tried to fool him -on an inshoot and again missed it. With three -balls against him, Tom decided to pass the batsman -and so threw wide and the bases were filled. -A hit meant two runs, and the hit was forthcoming -a moment later when the Petersburg captain, -Lyman, picked out something to his liking and -raised it far and high into centre field. Morris -and Cummings both went after it, but it was -Sid’s ball and Sid should have had it. But when -it dropped it failed to find its way into his hands, -and amidst consternation and gloom in the Amesville -ranks, two tallies crossed the platter!</p> - -<p>There was a pathetic hunch to Sid’s shoulders -as he turned and went back to his position. Then<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_311"></a>[311]</span> -Smith’s cheerful “Never mind that, Sid! Here’s -another!” went back to him and he waved a hand -answeringly. They were certainly finding Tom -Pollock, Joe reflected ruefully, and glanced -toward the bench to see if Toby was pulling off -his coat. But there was no sign of anxiety there. -After all, Joe added consolingly, it was only the -first inning. Then he stopped thinking about it -and sprinted across the line to pull down a high -foul and make the second out. Then came the -Petersburg catcher, a sturdy chap with a knowing -manner. But Tom was taking no chances -and presently Beale walked to first, filling the -bases for the second time, while Petersburg -hissed.</p> - -<p>“What’s wrong with Pollock?” asked Beale -as he put a foot beside Joe’s on the bag.</p> - -<p>“He’ll settle down in a minute,” answered Joe. -“You chaps want to make the most of this inning.”</p> - -<p>“That’s what we’re doing,” replied Beale with -a laugh.</p> - -<p>The Petersburg pitcher started toward the -plate, but was called back, and a tall youth took -his place. He was Middleton, a substitute fielder, -Beale explained as he danced away to a lead. -But for once a pinch-hitter remained true to precedent.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_312"></a>[312]</span> -Tom tried him on a low ball, put a wide -one across and then offered one of his famous -“knuckle balls.” That did the business effectively, -for Middleton struck at it and Sam pulled -it down three feet behind the plate. Amesville -cheered encouragingly as their team flocked to -the bench, and cheered again when Gordon Smith -stepped to the plate. Gordon studied two deliveries -from Calvert and heard one called a ball -and the other a strike. Then he fouled off two, -and, with the score two and one, landed against -the next offering. But it went straight to shortstop -and Gordon was an easy out. Sid Morris -had no better luck, for his attempt at a hit was -pulled down by centre fielder. Jack hit safely to -left. Hale tried hard to get one out of the diamond, -but failed, and Jack made the third out, -short to second baseman.</p> - -<p>Tom found himself in the second inning and only -four batsmen faced him, the third man up getting -to first on a weak hit to Hale that jumped so -erratically that it couldn’t be handled in time. -Returning the compliment, Calvert also disposed -of the enemy in three chapters, George Peddie -striking out, Joe getting his base on balls, and -Cummings and Craig fanning.</p> - -<p>In the next inning Petersburg got a runner to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_313"></a>[313]</span> -third, but had to leave him there when, with two -down, Cummings gathered in an easy fly that just -escaped going foul. Tom Pollock opened things -up in Amesville’s half with a smashing drive into -deep right that proved good for two bases and -Amesville waved her banners and shouted wildly -in acclaim. For awhile, however, it seemed that -Tom would get no further, for Smith’s best was -a fly to second baseman and Sidney Morris, after -fouling off a half-dozen, struck out. It was Jack -who was destined to bring in the first tally. -With two strikes against him he slammed a -sizzling hit down the first base line, scoring Tom -and taking second himself. That unsettled Calvert -for the moment and Hale bunted toward -third and barely beat out the throw. By this -time Amesville clamoured triumphantly and Sam, -at first, and Smith, behind third, added strident -voices to the bedlam. With Jack on third, Hale’s -steal of second went unchallenged, Peddie swinging -harmlessly. Calvert followed that strike with -two bad ones, one of which nearly got past the -catcher, and then made the mistake of offering a -fast out-shoot. Peddie was fond of those and he -liked the present one especially and sent it arching -into short right field. The fielder scuttled in -for it and Captain Lyman, at first base, ran back.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_314"></a>[314]</span> -But the ball fell harmlessly to earth between -them, by which time Jack had scored, Peddie was -on first, and Hale was sprinting for the plate. -Unfortunately, Hale had pulled up momentarily -at third, in spite of Gordon Smith’s urging, and -Captain Lyman’s quick, straight throw to the -catcher killed him off at the rubber.</p> - -<p>But the score was 2 to 2, and Amesville settled -back with sighs of satisfaction. Five hits for a -total of seven bases was not bad in three innings, -they argued, and a continuation of such work -should win without trouble. But a continuation -proved more than the Brown-and-Blue was capable -of. Petersburg went down one, two, three in -the fourth inning, but so did Amesville, and in the -fifth and sixth she did little better so far as -results were concerned. Calvert, after that first -wobble, settled down to a fine, steady pace. In -the fifth Sid Morris got to first on a pass and in -the next inning Joe made his first hit of the game -when two were down. But, although Cummings -was passed, Sam Craig struck out.</p> - -<p>In the meanwhile Petersburg made the most in -the fifth inning of a pass, a hit, and an error. Tom -presented the first batsman with his base, thereby -paving the way for trouble. The left fielder, who -had already tasted blood in the third, got a safe<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_315"></a>[315]</span> -hit past Smith and first and second bases were -occupied with no one out. Captain Lyman’s drive -got away from Tom Pollock’s glove and when he -had recovered it the bags were all filled. The -next man proved an easy out, retiring after four -pitched balls, but Catcher Beale came through -with a two-bagger to right that brought two more -tallies across. Tom struck out the next pair.</p> - -<p>With the score 4 to 2, Amesville, as has been -said, failed to help herself to anything in that -inning or the sixth. Calvert was pitching his -best, and Calvert at his best was a hard nut to -crack. Petersburg retired in order in the sixth -and seventh, Tom adding two more strike-outs -to his growing list.</p> - -<p>When Tom Pollock went to the bat in the last -of the seventh Amesville arose and demanded -runs. “Here we go! It’s the lucky seventh! -All up, High School! Here’s where we tie them!”</p> - -<p>The cheer leaders waved their megaphones and -brought forth lusty encouragement, while Petersburg, -fewer in numbers, but possessed of willing -lungs, hurled back defiance from across the sunlit -field. Joe, squeezed in between Jack and Steve -Hale on the home bench, listened silently to the -discussion. Coach Talbot was talking to Gordon -Smith, next up, but the others were having it back<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_316"></a>[316]</span> -and forth. Manager Mifflin, his black-covered -score-book across his knees, was biting the end -of his pencil nervously.</p> - -<p>“Someone’s got to start something this inning,” -Sid Morris was saying. “He’s going to -crack again before this game’s over, you mark -my words. And when he does we want to be right -there, fellows.”</p> - -<p>“Calvert’s gone twelve innings,” said Speyer, -“without shedding a feather, and it looks to me -as if he could do it today.”</p> - -<p>“He’s shed a few feathers already,” replied -Jack. “We had him going nicely in the third, -and if things had worked right we might have -been running yet. What happened at third, -Walt?”</p> - -<p>“My fault, I guess,” answered Hale. “I -thought that hit was shorter. Still, I ought to -have kept on when Gordon was telling me to. I -suppose I got rattled.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll take it on first,” said Captain Craig. -“Toby, take third, will you? Play this safe till -they’re two out and then pull ’em along any old -way!” He walked apart with Gordon Smith and -then hurried down to the coacher’s place at first, -shouting encouragement to Tom as he went.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_317"></a>[317]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXV">CHAPTER XXV<br /> -<small>A DOUBLE UNASSISTED</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p>At the end of the bench sat Frank Foley, sombre -gaze fixed on the batsman. Joe, seeing him, felt -sorry for his defeated rival and wondered whether -Mr. Talbot would put him in for an inning or two. -He surely deserved it, thought Joe. It was hard -lines having to sit there all through the big game -without even a chance to warm his hands! Only, -he reflected, if Bat did put Foley in Jack would -simply throw a fit! At that instant Foley happened -to turn his head and their looks met. If -Joe, averting his own glance quickly, had expected -to find anger or antagonism in the other’s eyes -he was wrong. Foley met his gaze impersonally, -unsmilingly. They were still cheering lustily on -the stands when Calvert shot the first ball in. -Then the noise died away, to start again as the -umpire called:</p> - -<p>“Ball!”</p> - -<p>Another ball followed. Then a low one that -looked good from the bench and, it seemed, looked<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_318"></a>[318]</span> -good to the umpire. Tom Pollock gravely studied -the plate, took a new grip of his bat, and waited -once more. The next effort was wild and the -ball almost got past the catcher. Amesville -shouted and jeered and the two coachers danced -and waved and made noise any way they could. -Again Calvert pitched, and once more the ball -went wide.</p> - -<p>“Four balls!” announced Mr. Reardon. “Take -your base!”</p> - -<p>“Here’s where we start!” cried Jack, excitedly -thumping Joe’s knee. “Go to it, Gordon, old -scout! You know what to do!”</p> - -<p>“It’s the lucky seventh!” shouted the Amesville -rooters ecstatically. “Smash it, Smith! -Bring him in! Here we go, fellows!”</p> - -<p>After that for many minutes Joe was too excited -and anxious to know what was going on -around him, although once during the subsequent -proceedings he had a dim notion that Mr. John -Hall and Coach Talbot were shaking hands and -that Walter Cummings had fallen backwards over -the water carboy! They were cheering Smith -now as he faced the pitcher with “sacrifice bunt” -written large all over him. But Smith wasn’t -destined to sacrifice. Calvert simply wouldn’t -allow him to. He, too, ambled to first on a free<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_319"></a>[319]</span> -ticket and bedlam broke loose in the Amesville -stand. Men on first and second with none out -and only two runs needed to tie! This was indeed -the lucky seventh! Then came Sid Morris, after -listening to Coach Talbot’s instructions, and Sid -was there to hit, as he soon proved by swinging -at and missing two pretty poor balls. With the -score two and two Fortune took a hand in the -game. Calvert was noticeably nervous now and -when the fifth delivery shot away from his hand—Sid -had fouled off one—it twisted straight for the -batsman. Sid stepped back, but not far enough, -and the ball struck against his shoulder. He -staggered away, dropping his bat and doubling -over. But by the time two or three of his team-mates -had leaped to his assistance he was smiling -and shaking himself.</p> - -<p>“All right,” he said over his shoulder as he -trotted down the line.</p> - -<p>That was the final undoing of Pitcher Calvert. -Already the Petersburg second-choice twirler was -warming up behind the first base stand. Calvert -gazed anxiously around the filled bases, heard the -frenzied shrieks of the coachers and the wild, -disconcerting babel from the audience and faced -the situation a bit wiltedly. The catcher soothed -and reassured him from in front of the plate<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_320"></a>[320]</span> -and Calvert tried his best to come back. But -Jack laid his bat against the very first ball that -came his way and off screeched a line drive into -left field, scoring Tom and Gordon Smith and -placing Sid on third. Jack took second on the -throw-in.</p> - -<p>Petersburg seemed inclined to stop the game -then and there and have a consultation about it, -but Umpire Reardon would allow no post-mortems. -Calvert, the center of a group of dismayed -players, yielded the ball and took that -long walk from the box to the bench, cheered -perfunctorily by friend and foe, and Gorman -took up his task. Gorman was younger, smaller, -and slighter, and that he didn’t at once stop the -havoc being worked against Petersburg’s defences -was not to be wondered at. Hale was now -at bat and the hoarse cries of the Amesville fellows, -mingled with the shrill shrieks of the coachers, -whirled and eddied about his head, imploring -him to clear the bases. In the meanwhile Petersburg’s -coaches were rushing about, giving instructions -to the fielders. Gorman had speed and -lots of it, and Petersburg cheered loudly when -his first offering cut the middle of the plate and -went for a strike. But Hale was not to be denied -and a moment later he connected with one of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_321"></a>[321]</span> -Gorman’s benders and lifted a high fly to deep -left. The fielder made a nice running catch of it, -but could not prevent Morris from scoring and -putting the game at 5 to 4!</p> - -<p>Amesville was now wild with excitement and -hats and pennants were waving madly. With but -one out and a run to the good the game seemed -won, for Jack Strobe was dancing around at third -ready to come across on any excuse. It was Peddie’s -turn at bat, and Peddie, with one hit already -to his credit, would surely be good for another. -He was. The youngster let two wide ones go by -him and then swung. <em>Crack</em> went bat and ball -and the latter sped out into left field, free of the -outstretched hands of the fielders, and Jack -romped home!</p> - -<p>Six to four now, and still there was only one -down! Amesville sang and shouted and tramped -and waved flags and acted like so many happy -lunatics. Down at second Peddie sat on the bag -and recovered his breath while Gorman and Beale -met for a conclave between plate and mound and -Joe, gripping his bat, strode resolutely to the -plate. One hit had been the portion of “Lucky” -Faulkner that day, and one hit seemed very little -to him. And so, when the game went on, he -watched and waited craftily until Gorman had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_322"></a>[322]</span> -tried him on two wide ones and scored a strike. -Then Joe found what he wanted and smashed a -drive toward third baseman and streaked to first. -In the ordinary course of events that should have -been the safest sort of a hit and should have put -Peddie across the rubber and left Joe on first. -But, as it happened, the Petersburg shortstop, -who had all the afternoon performed remarkably, -sprinted across at full speed and when the ball -eluded the frantic glove of the third baseman, got -it on the run and, without pausing, slammed it to -the plate! It was a close decision, but the umpire -waved Peddie out. That virtually ended the lucky -seventh, for, although Joe went down to second -and slid into the bag an instant ahead of the ball, -Arthur Cummings proved an easy victim to Gorman’s -skill.</p> - -<p>So, with the score 6 to 4, Petersburg went desperately -to bat in the eighth while the shadows -lengthened across the diamond and the crowd on -the stand began to dribble down to the field. Joe -made the first out in that inning, taking a sizzling -drive from Catcher Beale’s bat. After that Smith -threw out the centre fielder and Pitcher Gorman -got a life on Smith’s fumble of his grounder and -took second when Tom walked the head of the -list. But it was all over a minute later when a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_323"></a>[323]</span> -fine throw from Sam Craig caught the pitcher -flat-footed off second.</p> - -<p>Sam led off for Amesville in the last of the -eighth with a scratch hit that proved too slow for -second baseman to field in time. Tom Pollock -tried hard to get a hit, but finally fanned, and -Smith was instructed to lay down a bunt and advance -Sam Craig. It was at this moment that -Joe saw Jack leave his place on the bench and -speak to Coach Talbot. What was said between -them Joe couldn’t hear, nor did he try to, but -after a minute of indecision Mr. Talbot nodded -his head and Jack returned, looking, as Joe put -it afterwards, like the cat who ate the canary.</p> - -<p>“You and Bat got it all settled?” asked Joe -laughingly as his friend seated himself again.</p> - -<p>Jack rewarded Joe with a somewhat sheepish -glance as he nodded. After a moment he said in -a low voice: “It was about Frank.”</p> - -<p>“What about him?” asked Joe, his gaze travelling -to the end of the bench.</p> - -<p>“You’ll see,” replied Jack evasively, and that -was all that he would say.</p> - -<p>Smith’s attempt to bunt resulted disastrously, -for Gorman would have none of it and the first -thing Smith knew he was in the hole. When, with -two strikes and two balls against him, he tried to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_324"></a>[324]</span> -hit it out, the ball slammed itself into Gorman’s -glove and Smith was gone. Sid Morris had better -success, for he got a hit down the alley between -second and shortstop and Sam Craig advanced a -base. Then Joe learned the meaning of Jack’s -converse with the coach. Mr. Talbot recalled -Jack, who had been half-heartedly awaiting his -turn, and summoned Frank Foley.</p> - -<p>“Foley! Take a whack at it. Don’t try to -bend your bat. Just put one through.”</p> - -<p>Foley, surprised, leaped from the bench. “Me, -sir?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Yes, hurry up!”</p> - -<p>Foley hurried. Half a dozen eager hands -stretched out as many bats toward him and, seizing -a couple, he hurried to the plate, swinging -them eagerly. Foley’s friends in the stand applauded -warmly and Joe viewed Jack quizzically -as the latter sank back into his place on the bench.</p> - -<p>“Jack,” began Joe in a whisper.</p> - -<p>Jack turned on him rudely. “Oh, dry up!” he -muttered.</p> - -<p>Joe chuckled. “You’re a fine hater, aren’t -you?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“That’s got nothing to do with it,” declared -Jack, reddening. “Frank’s worked hard all -spring and—and he deserved to get in.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_325"></a>[325]</span></p> - -<p>“Of course, he did, and I’m glad, Jack, mighty -glad. And it was decent of you, you old poser, to -let him——”</p> - -<p>“Dry up and watch the game,” begged Jack. -“I hope he does something!”</p> - -<p>And Frank, who seldom came through with a -hit, today did the unexpected. There was a strike -and two balls against him when he took his swing, -a very healthy swing, too, and off went the ball -straight down the first base line, and in raced -Sam, while Amesville cheered another tally. But -that was all, for Hale flied out to shortstop the -next minute and the inning ended.</p> - -<p>“All over but the cheering!” cried Jack as the -bench emptied. “Hold them safe, fellows! Don’t -let anything slip, Joey! I’ll be watching you!”</p> - -<p>Frank Foley trotted into left field and Loomis -to right. But those were the only substitutions -made. Williams and Moran started to warm up -by Coach Talbot’s orders, but no one looked to -see either of them get in. The audience was -already starting hesitantly toward the gates -when Petersburg’s right fielder went to bat. Five -minutes later many of them were scurrying back -again, for, after fouling himself into the hole, the -batsman waited and walked! Petersburg cheered -hopefully then and when the next man up, who<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_326"></a>[326]</span> -happened to be that redoubtable shortstop, -smashed a two-bagger over Peddie’s head, advancing -the first runner to third, she cheered -quite madly!</p> - -<p>It was Amesville’s turn to show concern and -Toby Williams began to put on speed where he -was pitching to Jack Speyer. But Coach Talbot, -contenting himself with low-toned instructions, -never so much as looked at Toby. The opponent’s -left fielder was replaced by a pinch-hitter and -the pinch-hitter won fame and glory. He picked -off Tom’s second offering and sent it well into -short centre, scoring the men from third and -second, putting himself on first and then going -on to the next bag when the throw was made to -the plate in the attempt to head off the shortstop!</p> - -<p>Seven to six! And only one out! No wonder -Captain Craig walked down to the box, amidst -the joyful hoots of the visitors, and held a consultation -there with Tom. No wonder that at last -Mr. Talbot’s glance wandered along to where -Williams and Moran were pitching. Scattered -cries of “Take him out!” arose from the uneasy -throng back of the first base line. But the demand -was not general and, in any case, Coach -Talbot had other intentions.</p> - -<p>Captain Lyman came to bat, a little pale, very<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_327"></a>[327]</span> -determined, and—struck out! It was Amesville’s -turn to jeer and rejoice and she did so, relieving -over-strained nerves. Tom faced the Petersburg -second baseman calmly and smilingly, got his signals -from Sam, wound up and pitched.</p> - -<p>“Shtrike!” called the umpire, and the Brown-and-Blue -partisans shouted stridently. Then -came a ball, a low one and wide, followed by a -second strike across the centre of the plate and -shoulder high. Another ball then, for Tom could -afford to waste one, and then——</p> - -<p>Well, then there was a <em>crack</em> of wood against -leather and the batsman was speeding to base! -The ball went to Tom, but it was bounding crazily -and he could only knock it down in his first stab -for it. When he had it in hand he turned toward -third to head off the runner from second and saw -that that youth had changed his mind and was on -his way back to the middle sack. Wheeling -quickly, Tom pegged to Joe at first. But by that -time the Petersburg runner had rounded first -and was dashing to second. Joe caught and -turned to throw to Smith when he caught sight -of the further runner doubling back. <a href="#i_frontis">Sensing a -mix-up, Joe held the ball and raced for second -base.</a> The two runners reached that bag simultaneously. -The expected happened. Plump into<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_328"></a>[328]</span> -each other they went with a bang that doubtless -made them see stars as they each rolled apart, -clear of the base! Joe threw himself between -them, his hand with the ball shot to the left and -then to the right, and the game was over!</p> - -<p>Two minutes later, when Joe, with most of the -others who had been caught on the field, was being -borne crazily about through the laughing, jubilant -throng, swaying and pitching above a sea of faces, -his bearers brought him for a moment abreast of -Frank Foley and their glances met.</p> - -<p>“That was great, Faulkner!” called Frank -warmly.</p> - -<p>But Joe, smiling happily, shook his head.</p> - -<p>“Only luck,” he answered.</p> - -<p class="p4 noic">THE END</p> - - - - -<hr class="chapv" /> -<div class="tnote"> -<p class="noi tntitle">Transcriber’s Notes:</p> - -<p class="smfont">Except for the frontispiece, illustrations have been moved to - follow the text that they illustrate, so the page number of the - illustration may not match the page number in the Illustrations.</p> - -<p class="smfont">Printer’s, punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently - corrected.</p> - -<p class="smfont">Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.</p> - -<p class="smfont">Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.</p> -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIRST BASE FAULKNER ***</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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