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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE ICE ***
OR
BY GRAHAM B. FORBES
_ILLUSTRATED_
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
BY GRAHAM B. FORBES
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THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE ICE
Or Out for the Hockey Championship
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY
GROSSET & DUNLAP
_The Boys of Columbia High on the Ice_
CONTENTS
I. RULE OR RUIN
III. BILL
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CHAPTER I
RULE OR RUIN
"Hi! there, Frank! Don't you want to take a little spin with me aboard
my new ice-boat?"
"Why, hello Lanky, is that the _Humming Bird_ you've been building
on the sly?" and Frank Allen as he spoke, looked up from his task of
locking a glittering skate to his shoe.
"Ain't she a corker, though?" demanded the proud owner and builder,
Lanky Wallace, as he sprawled upon the framework of his strange craft,
with its sails flapping in the breeze.
"Well, honest Injun, Lanky," observed Frank, with a smile, "I can't say
that she's a beauty so far as looks go; but I like her lines, and it
strikes me that she ought to be a hustler to get along."
"That's just what she is, a regular screamer. I'm sorry I called her by
such a modest little name, for she deserves a better. Drop aboard, and
see if she doesn't outshine the boat I made last winter," continued the
ice sailor, eagerly.
"Sorry, but another time will have to do," replied Frank, seeming to
hesitate as though deciding between pleasure and duty.
"Why not now?" tempted the other, artfully; "the sun is good for nearly
an hour, and there's more'n half a moon up yonder. Say yes, Frank. It's
seldom we have the ice like this; and there's some breeze, though not
all I'd like. Come right along!"
"The trouble is," explained Frank, with a sigh, "I've just got to skate
up to Clifford before dark. The athletic committee of Columbia High had
a meeting this afternoon, and commissioned me to carry a challenge up
to the boys of Clifford High. So you see I must be off."
"What's that? A challenge for what? Don't tell me we're going to rub up
against those nifty hockey boys, who have cleaned out everything on the
Harrapin these last four years, until they crow like the cock of the
walk?" and Lanky threw up both hands to indicate intense excitement.
"That's just what it means; and now you understand what all that
practice with our team has been standing for," returned the boy who sat
on the bank, as he again bent over his skates.
"But hold on," cried Lanky, "what's to hinder our whirling up the river
to Clifford on this same contraption? Why, we can beat your best time
on runners to flinders. No more arguing now, but hop aboard, and we're
off!"
Frank looked up, gauged the breeze, glanced along the smooth stretch of
ice on which some dozens of Columbia boys and girls were gliding hither
and thither; and immediately unfastened the one skate he had clamped
tight.
"I'll go you, old fellow! It's too good a chance to be lost; and I'm
anxious to find out whether this new boat is better than the old
_Hurricane_ you had last winter. Make room there!" with which remark he
cleared the distance separating the shore line from the ice-boat, and
threw himself down beside the skipper.
As they began to move off under the influence of the dying breeze a
number of the skaters gave utterance to loud cries, and made out as if
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about to give them a race. The fleetest of them quickly fell astern,
however, and presently a bend in the river shut them completely out of
sight.
While Frank and his chum are thus whirling up the Harrapin River toward
the town of Clifford, some miles above, it may pay us to cast just a
fleeting glance backward, and see who these lads were, and what aims
and ambitions influenced their actions.
Each town had its own high school, that of Columbia being especially
famous on account of its almost perfect equipment. Between the scholars
of the three seats of learning there naturally arose a most persistent
rivalry, and from year to year this was carried on in all the sports
which up-to-date American boys enjoy.
In the first volume of this series, "Boys of Columbia High; or, The All
Around Rivals of the School" will be found many interesting, as well
as thrilling, encounters, in which victory was only won after a bitter
struggle.
With the coming of balmy Spring the sports of course took on an outdoor
flavor, and consequently the second story had to deal with that truly
American National sport, baseball, under the title of "The Boys of
Columbia High On the Diamond; or Winning Out By Pluck."
The arrival of a new eight-oared shell for the boat club of the school
brought both delight and alarm in its train. If you want to experience
all the sensation of being present on the beautiful Harrapin on that
Glorious Fourth when the wonderful water carnival was celebrated, and
read of the astonishing things that happened to the rival students,
then read the third volume of the series, which is called "The Boys of
Columbia High On the River; or, The Boat Race Plot That Failed."
Vacation over, and with the coming of the two hundred and fifty
scholars back to the charge of Professor Tyson Parke and his able
assistants, of course the tang of the sharp, early Fall air brought one
subject forward. What this was you can readily guess by the title of
the fourth book in the series, preceding the present volume: "The Boys
of Columbia High On the Gridiron; or The Struggle for the Silver Cup."
When the bend above Columbia had been turned, there lay a pretty
straight course up to Rattail Island, which was situated about half way
between Frank's home town and Clifford. There was not a single skater
in sight, as the afternoon had waned, and the lapse of time had caused
a gradual retreat to a point nearer home.
"Hurrah!" shouted Lanky, as he guided the spinning craft along over the
even surface of the famous little stream; "isn't this the limit? We own
the whole river! How does she compare with the clumsy old _Hurricane_,
Frank?"
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herself, Lanky! Given some breeze, and I reckon she'd just hit the high
places of the ice. She's like a thistledown floating along. You've sure
gone and done it with this dandy craft."
"Bully for you, old fellow! You make me feel good all over. Say, what's
that?" and Lanky stretched his neck in the effort to see ahead.
"Looks like a sail behind that point. As sure as you live it's moving!
There's another ice-boat coming out at a whooping pace!" exclaimed
Frank, his voice filled with both satisfaction and wonder.
"Wow! now, what do you think of that for luck? Why, of course it's Lef
Seller and his blessed tub the _Harrapin Flier_! He beat me every time
last year, and he's just been laying for me in that cove, meaning to
show me a clean pair of heels to-day. It's going to be a race, Frank!
There he comes out, and he's got Bill Klemm along with him, as usual!"
"He's heading up the river, Lanky. That's a challenge for you. Are you
going to stand for it?" demanded Frank, who, like the vast majority of
boys, never liked to let a plain dare pass by without accepting it.
"Watch me haul up on him hand over fist! Before we're past Rattail
Island this little darling is going to make the _Harrapin Flier_ look
like thirty cents. She's a has-been, and belongs to a slow age!" said
the skipper, jauntily.
He shifted his weight and asked Frank to do the same. In so doing the
result was immediately shown in an accelerated pace on the part of the
ice-boat; either that, or else a slant of fresh wind caught her sail,
coming from out behind that same cove where the rival craft had been
hidden.
Up the river they flew like a pair of frightened gulls; only such salt
water birds were never seen around the neighborhood of Columbia.
Both skippers seemed to be jockeying for all the advantage there was to
be had in position. The river was well known to Lanky, and he had been
over this course so many times in every kind of water craft that he was
familiar with each little turn; and not only the sweep of the current
in summer, but the passages in the wooded shores through which squalls
of wind might be expected to swoop down.
"Are we? I should say yes, and just creeping up on the duffer so fast
that he'll soon look like he's standing still! Why, I could cut circles
around that ancient tub. To the woodpile with her, Lef; that's all
she's good for!" and he raised his voice in a taunting shout that must
have stung the ears of the chagrined owner of the rival boat.
"No good trying. I've got the Injun sign on that boat, as sure as
you're born. This pays up for all his joshing last year. _Now_ will you
be good, Lef? You had an idea you would show me up, hey? Well, you've
got another think coming, that's all."
They were now so close to the leading ice-boat that even an ordinary
call could have been heard. Lef, who was quite a stalwart lad, did not
dare look back, for fear lest he lost control of his craft, which was
flying along at quite some speed, considering the light breeze. But
his companion kept tab on all the movements of the pursuer, and posted
him constantly.
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"There's the island ahead, Lanky. Which channel are you going to take?"
asked the passenger of the _Humming Bird_.
"The one to the left of course," came the ready reply. "Think me so
green as that, with the breeze coming from the west? A fellow would get
blanketed by the trees on the island if he chose the other side. And
ten to one Lef knows that too. See, I told you so; he's already heading
that way."
"But that channel is only half as wide as the other, and unless you are
mighty careful you'll come to a bad end in there. I hope we don't try
to pass Lef before we get up above the island," added Frank, with a
suspicion of impending trouble making itself felt in his voice, though
as a rule he seldom winced when difficulties arose.
The island was at hand, looming up gloomy and forbidding on the right.
At that moment the pursuing boat did not seem to be more than a dozen
feet behind the one in the lead, and with every second even this
distance was being wiped out.
Hardly had the words left his lips than Lanky gave a shout. There was
reason for excitement, yes, and even consternation; for Lef Sellers,
knowing that his ice-boat could no longer be looked upon as the queen
of the river, had deliberately thrown his tiller in such fashion that
the craft just ahead swerved from her course and was thrown directly
across the bows of the oncoming _Humming Bird_.
CHAPTER II
Crash!
Frank had acted on the spur of the moment, and torn the halliards loose
from the cleat that held them, so that the sail of the ice-boat dropped
just at the very second she plunged into the side of the other craft.
Immediately all of them commenced crawling out of the mess. Lef was
holding his hand to his face, endeavoring to quench the flow of blood
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from his bruised nose; while Bill Klemm's usually sarcastic countenance
looked doubly grim as he grunted, and rubbed his leg where it had been
rudely jolted in the collision.
"Now see what you've done, Lanky Wallace! You'll have to pay me for
that damage as sure as you live!" roared Lef, dancing around in his
impotent anger, and shedding gore copiously.
"Will I, nit," mocked the other, as he anxiously turned his gaze upon
the bow of his own craft, to ascertain the extent of the damage. "It
was all your fault, and you know it. Why, you deliberately turned
square across our course! You just _wanted_ this to happen, because it
was settled that the old _Flier_ had to take a back seat. You got all
you deserved, and I don't feel sorry a bit."
"Here, take my handkerchief, Lef, and try and stop that bleeding. Work
your jaws hard, and throw your head back, breathing through your nose,"
and Frank as he spoke stepped forward with the honest intention of
rendering such aid to the injured as lay in his power.
"Mind your own business, Frank Allen!" spluttered the wounded boy,
furiously, as he reached for his own handkerchief, and glared at the
pair before him, with a malicious look in his eyes. "If it wasn't that
I'm knocked out by your nasty work I'd feel like pitching in and giving
you what you deserve, Lanky Wallace!"
"Oh! is that so!" jeered the party threatened, cheerfully; "well, make
your mind easy about that, for I'm to be found any old day, and I know
the boss place to adjourn for a fight. Frank, shall we go on our way?
That errand of yours in Clifford is important, and we've got no more
time to waste with these duffers."
"Huh! talk's cheap, with some fellers," shouted Lef, angrily. "Make up
your mind you've just got to pay me the full value of that boat. I'll
go and see your father about it. My word against yours, and Bill here
will back me up against Frank. You did it on purpose! You hated my boat
because it beat you every time last winter, that's what."
"You wouldn't dare," replied Lanky; for like every one connected with a
lawyer's household, going to law was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Won't, hey? You just wait and see," declared Lef, bitterly. "My word's
as good as yours, and there ain't no witness, you know!"
"Oh, yes there is," said a voice just then; and the boys turned to
survey with some surprise a figure that stood close by, near the shore
of the island.
He was apparently a tramp, though his bearded face just then bore a
smile, and did not look unprepossessing at all.
"And who are you?" demanded Lef, still glaring at the other as if
he considered him an interloper. "I don't ever remember meeting you
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before. Guess you must belong in Clifford. Better keep there, and not
come nosing around Columbia where you ain't wanted."
"Well, you see, just at present I'm fishing right here. That's my shack
over yonder on the island. 'Taint much of a place, but then beggars
oughtn't be choosers, they say, and it keeps me from freezing to
death. Reckon I'll hang out nigh here a little spell, always waitin'
and hopin' for somethin' to turn up."
Lanky kept staring at him, and shaking his head. He had not uttered a
single word since the tramp fisherman appeared on the scene; so that it
was Frank who presently took him by the arm and led him to the side of
the ice-boat, saying:
"I don't think she's been hurt any, Lanky; suppose we make a fresh
start. It's to be hoped we won't meet with any more adventures on the
way, because that challenge has just got to be delivered to-day, sure!"
All this while his mate was turning his head again and again to glance
toward the man; who did not seem to particularly fancy such scrutiny,
for he kept his back toward them under the pretense of watching the
other boys.
Of course in calling out in this manner, Frank was only trying to get
a line on the name of the lone fisherman who was seeking the bass and
pickerel known to frequent the deep waters near Rattail Island.
"Call me Bill," muttered the man, after a brief hesitation; and Frank
somehow concluded that this could hardly be his real name.
"No doubt he's ashamed of his own, or else don't want his folks to know
he ever sank so low as this," was what Frank said to his chum, after
they had once more started along the up-river course.
"Oh! shucks! what ails me? One second I think I've got it, and when I
start to say it, blessed if the pesky thing don't seem to just slip
away from me. I never had anything happen to me so dopey," muttered
Lanky, fiercely.
"Why, that fellow, you know--seems like I've seen him somewhere or
other, at some time, and yet for the life of me I can't just clinch it.
Every time I think I've got hold of it the thing slips away like an
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eel. I tell you I'll never be happy till I've remembered where I saw
him," went on Lanky, who was a most determined fellow, obstinate he had
often been called.
"Oh! I wouldn't bother my head about that. What does it matter, when
the chances are you'll never set eyes on him again? These hoboes are
here to-day and gone to-morrow. And I guess he is a tramp, all right,
eh, Lanky?" went on Frank, as he turned one last look at the group
alongside the island.
"Perhaps they do. I hope Lef and Bill don't make up their minds to jump
on him and try to get rid of some of their bile that way," ventured
Frank, as a spur of land, jutting out from the shore, shut off a view
of the channel that ran to the westward of Rattail Island.
"Let 'em try it, that's all! Why, that hobo could just wipe up the ice
with the pair of them, and then not half try. Oh! no, don't you forget
it, Frank, Lef Seller's too cunning a fellow to take chances. He can
talk pretty loud, but when it comes to fight, he generally squirms out
of the rumpus."
"Yep. But that came to him like a flash," his chum said, as he changed
their course. "He never had time to think twice, or my word for it,
he wouldn't have done the job. That was impulse. Even a coward will
sometimes have a flash of what looks like courage; but it's only
desperation. You know how a cornered rat will show its teeth, and
fight."
"Perhaps you're right, Lanky. I'm glad for your sake the boat wasn't
hurt much. She seems to scoot along just as well as ever."
"But what we did to the poor old _Harrapin Flier_ wouldn't do to tell.
It's to the scrap heap for her after that beat. But I wish I could
remember where I saw that Bill," went on Lanky with another shake of
his head, and a sigh.
"Well, you're a queer duck, Lanky, I must say. As long as that thing is
bothering you, I suppose you'll lose your appetite, and not take any
interest in other happenings. What does it amount to, anyhow? Forget
it, and try to imagine what a roar will go up from the Clifford fellows
when they hear that Columbia challenges their hockey team the second
day after Christmas, wind and weather permitting, for the championship
of the famous old Harrapin."
"Well, we're almost there now," observed Lanky, "and soon we'll find
out for ourselves what these gay chaps of Clifford have to say about
it. Look there, and you'll see the ice fairly covered with skaters.
They do run things up here different from the way we do, and I've heard
outsiders say the best skaters in the State can be found right here in
little old Clifford. It's a craze with them."
Loud shouts ahead attested to the fact that the skaters had discovered
the advancing ice-boat, and hailed its coming with delight. Presently,
as Lanky described a graceful curve, and brought the fleet craft to a
standstill, with her nose heading toward the west where the breeze
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hailed from, scores of boys and girls gathered around.
"Here! who wants me?" called a voice, and the captain of the Clifford
High School football eleven, as well as leader in all athletic sports
Clifford boasted, came skating up, carrying a fine hockey stick made of
selected Canadian rock elm.
"Why, hello, Allen!" he went on, holding out a hand to each; "and you,
too, Wallace. This is mighty nice in you coming up to call on us. If
you'd only been a little earlier you might have seen a rattling game
between the regulars and a picked seven. It was fast playing all the
way through, and if we did win we had little to crow over. Still, two
of our best players were away, and it always makes a hole in a team to
put on substitutes not accustomed to the play."
Hastings tore off the end of the envelope. As soon as he had read the
contents of the enclosure a grin of pleasure spread all over his face.
Turning, he looked to the right and to the left at the hockey players
and others who had gathered around the ice-boat from below.
And immediately there burst forth a shout that made the echoes ring
from both sides of the Harrapin. Frank looked at his companion.
"But don't forget, Frank, that this is still Columbia's year," said
Lanky, sturdily.
CHAPTER III
BILL
"The pitcher that goes to the well once too often gets busted at last!
They've carried everything with a swoop so far this year; but the dark
days have come! Oh! you Columbia! I'm sorry for you!"
"Tell 'em yes, Captain Hastings! Don't keep the gentlemen in such
suspense!"
"Yes, they might get cold feet if you hesitate too long. We're hungry,
and we must have a bone; a Columbia bone will answer all right!"
Frank and Lanky listened to these and various other cries with
amusement. They knew that back of it all the boys of Clifford were
quite a sportsmanlike set; and believed in fair treatment for an
honorable foe.
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betrayal of the Columbia signals, and several of the football team had,
after losing the game, declared that it served them right, as they had
no business to allow themselves to descend to such a depth; but as a
rule they had always stood out for clean sport.
"Glad to see the idea pleases you, fellows. If the Clifford athletic
committee see fit to accept this challenge, we intend to try and give
your champion team as good a fight as we know how," Frank called out,
laughing at the same time.
"Bully boy!"
"Three cheers for Frank Allen, the best all-around athlete that
Columbia has!"
"That's right! Frank's modest, but we like him all the better for it.
Three cheers, then, boys, for our next victims; including the generous
Allen!"
Whereupon they were given with a hearty will, amid much merriment and
good natured chaffing, such as all boys delight in.
"Wish you luck, Allen. You carried off the baseball laurels; then
gobbled the prizes in the boating carnival; and only recently beat both
Clifford and Bellport on the gridiron; but we think you're up against
a snag when you try to snatch the hockey championship from the fellows
who have held it five years!" remarked Hastings.
"The sooner the better, I suppose. I believe the entire committee, with
two exceptions, is present. Suppose I call a meeting right away. Could
you hold up half an hour or so?" he asked.
"Afraid we'll back down? But perhaps our fellows are just as anxious to
have the challenge accepted as you are. What say, Lanky; shall we hold
over, so as to lay the acceptance before our committee to-night?"
"Why not? There's the moon to give us light when the sun fails. If the
breeze doesn't die out completely we can get back by hook or crook. I
say stay," declared the owner of the ice-boat, vehemently; for Lanky
dearly loved a stubborn contest, and the idea of wresting the title
of hockey champions from the boys of Clifford High School appealed
strongly to his nature.
"All right. Will you come up to our rooms then? I'll get the committee
together here on the ice, and we can go in a bunch. A few formalities
have to be gone through with, you know," said Hastings.
"You go, Frank; I'll stay with the boat," suggested Lanky.
"I'll be chatting with some of the fellows. Go along, Frank, and settle
matters. I'm not needed, anyhow. So-long, Hastings, and ditto Gentle,
Coots and McQuirk," saying which Lanky dismissed them with a wave of
the hand, and proceeded to bandy words with the remainder of the bunch.
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Of course the boys of Clifford knew the tall Columbia student. They had
seen him in action many a time, playing on the rival baseball team,
holding down his place in the eight-oared shell that carried Frank's
crowd to victory, and filling a difficult position on the victorious
football eleven.
So they were glad to chat with him, and jolly him on the nerve his
crowd had in sending a challenge to the undisputed champions of hockey
along the Harrapin River.
Most of the skaters had left the ice, in bunches of twos and threes.
With the coming of night, a warm supper lured them home. Doubtless
many would return again, for these Clifford young folks were almost as
devoted to the sports of winter as the people of Holland, and pursued
them with astonishing zeal.
Finally a hurrying figure came down the bank from the town where a
myriad of lights now shone merrily.
"Hello! Lanky, still on deck, and not frozen? Sorry to keep you waiting
so long, but they had a lot of formalities to go through with. And then
the acceptance had to be written out, and a copy kept. Everything O.K.
here?" asked Frank, as he joined his chum.
"Well, now, you never spoke truer words, my boy, and we ought to know
it. But nothing venture, nothing have; and we're bound to give Clifford
a run for their money, wind and weather permitting. Ready here, Lanky!"
"Mighty little air stirring," remarked Frank, even while they began to
slowly glide along over the smooth surface of the river, heading south.
"Yes. I'm some dubious myself whether we can make it; or if we'll have
to kick our way over the last half. Still, it takes only a faint puff
of air to keep an ice-boat moving, you know," remarked Lanky.
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the steel runners on the ice was the only sound to be heard.
"Say, a fellow could easily imagine that he was away off in some
wilderness, if it wasn't for the lights along the shore in places,"
suggested the skipper of the little _Humming Bird_, as they moved
majestically along.
"Or the rumble of that freight train pulling uphill over yonder," said
Frank.
"Oh! that could be called the roar of distant surf on the beach. It
sounds like it, all right," remarked his chum.
"That's a fact, it does. Makes me think of the last time I was spending
a summer on the beach. Careful now, Lanky; there's Rattail Island ahead
of us. Which channel are you going to take now?"
"I can see a light on the shore of the island. Yes, it's a fire, all
right. That must be Bill cooking his fish supper," remarked Frank, as
they swung around the point of the island, and began to move between it
and the main shore.
"Bill--Bill what? Hang the luck if I ever had a thing worry me like
that seems to do," grumbled Lanky.
"Yes, there he is, cooking over the blazing fire. Bill may have been
a tramp, but it strikes me I could give him a few pointers how best
to make a fire when there's any cooking to be done. Give me the red
embers, and the steady fierce heat. Are you going to hail him, Frank?"
"He's shading his hand to look out this way, already. I reckon he hears
the click of our steel on the ice, for you know how sound carries when
the river is frozen," and then raising his voice, Frank called: "Hello!
there, Bill; getting grub ready?"
"All right, Bill. Say, those fellows didn't tackle you for what you
said, did they?" asked the ice-boat skipper, as they passed the
tramp's camp and shack.
"Well, I guess not! They'd have had a sweet time of it if they tried to
climb me, I tell you, Lanky," came the answer floating after them.
Then a wooded spur of land shut out the fire from view.
"Say, did you notice how glib he called my name? Just like Lanky was
natural to him all his life. But Bill--that's such a common name,
how can I ever pound my head enough to tell where I saw him before.
Bill--Billy--I don't seem to make connections at all. It's a case of
being stumped, sure," muttered the disconsolate one, as he continued to
pay attention to the movements of the gliding boat.
The night breeze was not only faint but fickle. Sometimes it came
directly out of the west, and then suddenly the sail would flap as
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though it had veered into the southwest, necessitating a change of
course, diagonally across the river, in order to make progress.
"Yes, but sure. We're not much more than a mile out of town now. If the
wind died altogether we could push her along easily to your boathouse,"
observed his companion, always optimistic in his outlook.
"Yes, but I'd give a cookey to remember where I ever met that Bill.
Oh! shucks! but ain't it just too mean for anything. There--I was
just about to say the rest of it. Bill--Bill--when it slipped up on
me--Smith, Jones, Brown, whatever can it be?"
"I see that nobody is going to have any peace till you bark up that
name. Wish I could help you out; but as it happens I don't seem to feel
the same way. If I ever met him before it was when he looked different
from what he does now."
"There! perhaps that may be the key to unlock the closed door. You've
given me an idea that may do the trick. There's that wind heading us
off again, so that I've got to tack to get on. But it's jolly good fun,
anyhow. Whoop! what's happened?"
Lanky let out a yell with these last words. Even the steady Frank
experienced a sudden thrill; for the ice-boat was brought up with an
abrupt shock, and her tall mast, sail and all went crashing down over
the starboard side, narrowly missing striking the crouching skipper in
its descent!
CHAPTER IV
"Wrecked in sight of port! Was there ever such luck?" groaned Lanky
Wallace, as he picked himself up, having rolled off the tilting
ice-boat upon the smooth surface of the frozen Harrapin.
"What hit us? You see we're away off from the shore, and for the life
of me I can't see any rock or other obstruction on the ice. It's as
smooth as velvet back where we tumbled. And that mast was strong enough
to hold a big blow. Can you get on to the secret, Frank?" begged Lanky,
rubbing his elbow ruefully.
"The thing upset, all right, but didn't you notice that she seemed to
rear up like a horse on its hind legs. Say, come back here a little
to where it happened. We've been carried past, on account of our
momentum. Now, this was about the very spot where the cyclone struck
us," and Frank drew his chum along until they had retreated a dozen or
more yards.
"Well, show me! I must be blind, for outside of that rug which we
dumped, bless my eyes if I can see anything here that would kick us
that way," and rubbing his knuckles into his eyes Lanky stared around.
"That's so, as far as the ice is concerned; but I think I've caught on
to the answer to the puzzle," remarked Frank, with a touch of sudden
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anger in his voice.
"Then tell me about it. I'm just dying for information. It's bad enough
to be worrying about that Bill mystery without having another shoved
on me. What turned us turtle, and snapped off my beautiful mast like a
pipe stem, eh?"
"We didn't have to. You know as well as I do that if that cable had
been there we'd have seen it; and neither of us did," replied Frank,
gravely.
"Do you mean--ginger! somebody must have put it there since we went up!
Is that what you mean, Frank?" cried Lanky.
"Doesn't it stand to reason? Perhaps you might even guess who'd be most
likely to play such a nasty trick as this?" went on the other.
"Lef Seller and Bill Klemm! Of course it was them! They knew we'd be
coming back this way, and meant to upset us, perhaps smash my boat.
Where'd they ever get the cable, do you suppose?" Lanky asked, perhaps
a trifle stunned by the enormity of the prank indulged in by those
under discussion.
"Wake up, Lanky, and think," said Frank, energetically. "Don't you see,
we're directly opposite the quarries where the brown stone is taken out
in summer? The place is shut up now, but under a shed a lot of material
is lying. I can remember seeing a strong wire cable there that was used
for something. Lef knew about it too, and I suppose the idea flashed
into his scheming brain to use it in upsetting your boat."
"He did it, all right; broke my mast off, seems like, or wrecked it
anyway. I'd just like to hammer him for this. Why, what if the thing
had smashed down on our heads, it might have cracked our cocos!"
exclaimed the other, in indignation.
"Lef seldom considers what a serious result may follow, when he sets
about carrying out a joke. Remember the time he cut the electric light
wires when we were having that entertainment in the big school hall,
leaving the audience in the dark? Came near having a panic then that
might have been terrible. Well, what are we going to do about it,
Lanky?"
"Give us a hand here, Frank; I'm going to try to see if it can be stuck
in once more, strong enough to hold out. There she goes up! Now, a
little this way, and hold steady while I chuck in a few wedges to grip
her."
"Sure as you're born; and we're going to get home under our own steam,
as we'd say if we had a boat that ran that way. Well, we're some lucky,
after all. The fellow who never has an accident deserves little credit;
but those who meet with all sorts of trouble, and conquer, ought to get
special mention. And we belong to that class to-night, with our two
collisions," and Lanky patted himself on the chest in appreciation.
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"Hear! hear! Never were truer words spoken in jest. And if this sort
of luck only follows us all through our career when we get out in the
big world, there's nothing on earth going to keep us from bringing the
bacon home," Frank observed.
"All aboard again then, passengers for Columbia! I'm getting ravenously
hungry, and my folks will be sending to the police to look for me under
the ice if I don't show up soon. Ready, Frank? Then off we go!"
"Better luck this time. Be ready for anything unexpected; for when that
Lef Seller starts in to doing stunts he never knows when to stop. I'm
going to watch overhead, and you keep close tabs on the ice, Lanky."
But they met with no new adventure, and after a little the ice-boat was
brought safely into the cove where Lanky had a house in which he could
place his novel craft, after unstepping the mast.
"I should say so, what with that race, the deliberate attempt to bust
my boat into flinders, the acceptance of the challenge, and our meeting
with that upset on the way home. Then there's that plagued mystery
hanging over Bill. Wish I could only say it right out, Bill, who? I
guess I'm a punk hand to solve riddles, when I can't even remember a
name."
"Sure," avowed Lanky immediately, "if it happens in the night I'll ring
you up on the 'phone and just whisper 'Bill--but Bill who?' Was sure I
had it then, but it slipped a cog again on me. I suppose you'll call
up the committee after supper, and arrange a meeting to hand over the
acceptance to our challenge?"
"That's the programme. The boys will be pleased too, for they seem to
have gotten an idea in their heads that we've actually a chance to
beat Clifford at their own game," answered his chum.
"Well, what's the matter, don't you think we can do them up?" demanded
Lanky.
"I hope so. Anyhow, we're just going to give them the best that's in
us," was the guarded reply.
Lanky was the impetuous one, and always filled with a positive belief
in his own powers to win out. Frank often had to curb this spirit,
which might have led to disastrous results if allowed full rein. In
his opinion it was far better to never underrate the foe, while at the
same time ready to exert every atom of ability in order to accomplish a
victory.
They separated soon after, each going to his own home. Frank found that
his folks were already at the table, and after hurriedly brushing up he
took his place.
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His sister Helen seemed to know where he had gone, for one of the first
things she did was to ask about the success of his mission.
"I brought back the acceptance to our challenge. It's all right," said
Frank, who wondered why Helen was looking at him so strangely.
"I saw you go off with Lanky on his new ice-boat; did it work all
right?" she inquired.
"Fine. We had a race going up, and won, hands down," replied her
brother.
"Which means that you met Lef Seller with his _Flier_. And if you beat
him I guess he didn't take it in any sportsmanlike way?" she continued,
at which Frank laughed.
"That boy is the pest of the town. There will never be any peace here
until his father sends him away to some military school, where he can
be taken in hand by a stern martinet, and made to mind. It's the only
hope for him. And did he succeed in his miserable aim, my boy?" he
asked, solicitously.
"There was a wreck, all right, but it happened the shoe was on the
other foot, and the poor old _Flier_ is only fit for the woodpile now.
It's just as well, for Lef would never use her again, after being
overtaken so handsomely by Lanky's new racer. But we hardly had a bit
of trouble, and went on our way, leaving Lef and Bill Klemm breathing
out all sorts of threats," chuckled Frank.
"The little scamp," said Mrs. Allen, indignantly. "Either one of you
might have been seriously injured. Husband, I insist that you see his
father, and enter complaint against him. This has gone far enough, and
should be stopped!"
"I hope you won't think it necessary, because among boys, you know, it
is considered a point of honor to take care of their own battles. I'm
going to settle with Lef soon for all I owe him," he said, gravely.
"And did you get that hurt on your left hand when the upset occurred?"
continued Helen, showing that she had been observing what he had sought
to conceal.
"I see that I might as well confess the whole thing, for there'll be no
rest from her questions. No, that cut came later, while we were on the
way back from Clifford," he said.
"That sounds as though you had another accident. Was that terrible boy
to blame for that, too?" demanded the solicitous sister.
"No doubt of it. Somebody had been so kind as to stretch a wire cable
across the river. They got it in the shed at the quarry. You know the
river is narrow there, and the wire came down to about eight feet or
more above the ice. It wasn't there when we went up; but we ran slap
against it coming down."
"Oh! how awful! And what happened, Frank?" breathed the girl, her eyes
fastened on the laughing face of her brother.
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"Oh, we went over, all right. Something had to give, and it was our
mast. We happened to be moving rather slowly at the time, and tacking
across the river, so it fell to one side, and not on us. Of course we
were tumbled off, and I cut the back of my left hand, either on some
sharp ice, or a runner of the boat. After a bit we managed to get the
mast stepped again in a way, and came home."
"It has got to stop, that's all there is to it. If that vicious boy
keeps on he will do something terrible some day with his pranks."
Nothing more was said, and Frank hoped his father would let the matter
drop. He had his own plans as to how he could settle his long overdue
account with Lef Seller, and believed that the time was nearly ripe for
an accounting.
Of course there was much satisfaction over the prompt and manly
acceptance of the challenge on the part of their up-river rivals.
"A little bombastic, fellows, don't you think?" remarked Jack Comfort,
who was one of the Columbia Seven, and had likewise done good work in
previous athletic contests that past season.
"Why not? Clifford has a right to feel stuck-up, hasn't she, over the
work of her hockey team?" asked Roderic Seymour. "For five years they
have skated circles around everything along the Harrapin. That's enough
to make them feel proud and invincible. So much the more glory for us
if we succeed in taking them down off their high horse."
"We're going to do that same thing, all right," declared the confident
Lanky, who had also come around to the meeting, though not himself
a member of the committee like Ralph West, Bones Shadduck, and Jack
Comfort. "That is, unless I get knocked out before then, and you find
it impossible to fill my place."
"I'm nearly taking a fit over not being able to place a fellow I met
to-day. I only know his name as Bill, and for the life of me I can't
make up my mind just where I met him. Say, some of you just rattle off
all the Bills you can think of. A word dropped might give me a clue,
you know, and save me staying awake to-night."
"Well, we've got a whole raft of bills over at our house that you're
welcome to, if they'd be any use to you," laughed Bones Shadduck.
The others began to mention a host of names, most of them boys of the
town, with an occasional business man thrown in; but Lanky listening,
shook his head sadly in the negative, as he remarked:
"No use, fellows; you can't help me out of the hole. I've just got
to crack that old nut myself; and sooner or later I'll do it. Hello!
there's a late comer, just in time to partake of the dregs of the
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lemonade, and eat the last bite of cake."
Frank went out of the room, and presently came back holding a letter.
The old graduate, who still loved Columbia, and served in many
capacities, glanced over the communication, and then laughed out loud.
CHAPTER V
"Nothing but hockey in the air at present. Who's it from, Mr. Garrison?"
"That's easy to guess. I hear the Bellport fellows have been practicing
some lately. They feel sore over the easy win by Clifford last year."
"The challenge is signed by seven names, and these constitute what they
choose to call the Wanderer Hockey Team," continued the president.
"I don't know, Mr. President, but I've got a hunch that I could mention
a few of the names on that paper," he remarked.
"How would Lef Seller, Bill Klemm, Tony Gilpin, Asa Barnes, and Watkins
Kline answer?" queried Frank, promptly, while the others gasped.
"First rate, as far as you've gone. Well, Lef is the president of the
Castoff League. He dares us to have a try with his team to-morrow,
Saturday, morning, and promises to make it interesting for us if we
accept," said Mr. Garrison.
"Settle it in your own way; it's up to you," said the gentleman who
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presided, as he shrugged his shoulders. "I admit that I can't see
things in quite the same light as you boys can. What do the rest of
you say?"
"I say, yes!" cried Lanky, of course, for nothing less could be
expected from one of his impulsive nature.
"And on the whole, we might profit by some such exercise before meeting
those fast fellows from Clifford. I think it might pay us to accept,"
remarked Frank.
At the same time he was wondering whether the crafty Lef might not have
some sinister motive in thus seeking to coax the Columbia Seven into
playing a match with his crowd on the eve, as it were, of their meeting
with Clifford.
"I vote yes," remarked Paul Bird; "but I don't much fancy mixing with
that bunch. They're a tough lot, and if we play them we've got to keep
our eyes open constantly for trickery. I hate to say it, but I believe
every fellow of the seven would injure an opposing player if he thought
he could do it without being seen. Still, we can't help accepting. It
would be to get the laugh; and Lef knows it, too."
"Then we'll do the thing properly, fellows," said the president; "I'll
write an acceptance, and get one of you to leave it at the Seller house
on the way home."
"I'll take it," said Lanky, quickly, "as I pass near there. Consider
that settled."
The balance of the evening passed pleasantly, and as usual, before they
finally separated, a number of the school songs were sung, Helen having
been impressed to do the honors at the piano.
To those who had once been students of old Columbia these familiar airs
were filled with joy. Even Roderic, who had been away at college only
half a term, was once more a Columbia High boy, and joined his voice
with the others in the songs that were so dear to all the hearts of her
sons and daughters.
"Don't forget to deliver that note, Lanky," called Frank, as the group
went out, laughing and chattering.
"Sure I won't. I'll put it under the door if everything is dark over
there; so Lef can have it early in the morning. The nerve of that
fellow thinking to down Columbia with his old castoffs that were not
good enough for us."
"Hold on," remarked Paul Bird, "you want to be careful how you believe
that. If you look back perhaps you'll find that the real reason why
none of that crowd has been on our teams has been because of their
character, not on account of their lack of stamina. Why, Lef always
used to be a wonder in athletics several years ago; and Bill Klemm is
able to hold his end up with nearly any one."
"Oh! I understand, and when the times comes you won't find me flunking,
or being too certain. But that fellow does bother me. He's sure a
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bundle of nerves. After what he did to-night, to think of him coolly
getting up this dodge," went on Lanky.
"What did he do to-night?" asked Ralph; for it had been decided between
the two ice-boat voyagers that for the present they would say nothing
about the strange succession of "accidents" that had befallen them,
going to and from Clifford.
"Some other day I'll tell, when I have more time. Ask Frank about it.
Good-night, fellows, I'm off this road," and Lanky switched away from
the group.
Lanky did not answer him. Truth to tell he had come to a sudden stand
there on the street, and was staring at a figure which, passing the
corner where the colored light from an apothecary shop drifted across
the pavement, had turned a face toward him for a brief moment.
"Bill!"
Lanky muttered the word to himself, after the manner of one who fancied
that he had seen a ghost. He even rubbed his eyes and winked, in the
belief that he was seeing things that did not exist. For since he had
left that forlorn figure up in camp at Rattail Island, it hardly seemed
possible that he could run across him here, only a few hours later, in
Columbia!
The shuffling figure turned the corner and was gone. Lanky took a step
forward as if tempted to follow after; then came to a halt.
"Rats! Why should I think of chasing after that poor chap? It was him
as sure as guns; but what of that? Rattail is only two miles up by the
road. A hobo thinks nothing of tramping ten or twenty in a day. What's
he want down here to-night? Well, if he's like the rest of the breed I
reckon its liquor that draws him. Bill--Bill what? There he was, right
before me again, and I ain't an inch closer to solving that terrible
puzzle than before. Bill--Billy Smith, Brown, Jones; say, this is just
awful how it gets away from a fellow."
So shaking his head Lanky walked on. He could not help from turning a
few times to ascertain whether the tramp was still in sight.
"He's gone, all right, and I reckon cut a bee line for the nearest
saloon. And yet, come to think of it, he didn't exactly look like a
drinker. There was something queer about that fellow, something a
little mournful, too. Frank noticed it, though he didn't remember ever
seeing him before. Wish I hadn't, for it bothers me like the mischief.
Bill is going to haunt me until I know the rest."
Lanky walked on. After a short time he drew near the home of Lef
Seller. It was a fine place, with a fence all the way around; for Mr.
Seller owned the trolley line that led to Bellport, also the electric
light plant, and several more things connected with the prosperity of
Columbia.
"H'm! wonder if that old Brutus is tied up?" mused Lanky, as he reached
the gate, and looked in! "he's almost toothless, but just as savage as
ever. And I never fancied the rascal years back. Guess I'll take a peep
and make sure."
"There's his little old dog-house under that evergreen tree. I can just
see it in the moonlight, and beyond the patch of snow. What's that
moving? Must be Brutus, all right, and he's chained up. Here goes
then," and returning to the gate he passed through.
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About that time he heard the clank of a chain. Then Brutus lifted up
his tuneful voice, and began to bark savagely. The beast used to be the
terror of the community; but age was swooping down upon him. With his
teeth gone he did not create so much alarm in the hearts of passersby;
but his bark was as full of fury as in the days of his prime.
"Go it, old fellow. Don't you wish you could break loose, and get me?
There's many an old score unsettled between us. My! but he's furious
though! I'll stick this letter under the door, and skip out before
he breaks his chain. There's nobody up in the house it seems, since
everything's dark."
Lanky ran up the front steps and as speedily as possible pushed the
answer to the latest challenge under the door, where it would surely
be seen the first thing in the morning, when the maid opened up the
vestibule.
Then turning, he started down again, meaning to hasten out of the gate;
for that angry barking and snapping of the animal tearing at his chain
in the rear yard did not please him at all.
He had just taken two strides away from the bottom step when he
received a shock that was quite as bad as when that wire cable uptilted
the ice-boat on the frozen bosom of the Harrapin.
Something moving with the speed of the wind came whirling around the
side of the house. One look Lanky took, and gasped with alarm; for in
the moonlight he had no difficulty in recognizing Brutus, the old dog
that nursed a grudge against him!
CHAPTER VI
He saw the toothless old hound fly over to the vicinity of the gate
as if expecting to find him there. Of course Brutus must immediately
realize his mistake, and as age could not have dulled his sense of
scent he would whirl around, to come bounding toward the steps.
Lanky's mind was busy, even if his limbs for those few seconds seemed
to have become paralyzed. He could not run, for retreat was cut off;
hence he must either stand and defend himself as best he might, or else
hastily draw himself up into the low branches of the tree under which
he happened to be standing at the moment.
Just then he took it for granted that the chain holding the dog had
broken under his frantic efforts. Later on he would find occasion to
change his mind somewhat on this score.
There was only one thing to do, and that was to strike, and strike with
all the power in his good arms. Lanky was a noted wielder of the willow
in the baseball season, and knew just how to gauge a ball that was
speeding toward him from the pitcher's box.
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"Hey, there, get out, Brutus!" he shouted, on the spur of the moment.
Did Brutus obey? Not so it could be noticed. Indeed, truth to tell, the
fierce old dog seemed to increase his speed, as though he had suddenly
become aware of the fact that the intruder on the Seller grounds at
this late hour of the night was an old foe, between whom and himself a
vendetta had long existed.
"Gee! he's going to tackle me!" exclaimed Lanky, thrilled with the
anticipation of meeting the animal on such apparently unequal terms.
Brutus was not barking or growling now. Like most of his breed when he
had business in view he saved his breath. But his appearance was doubly
disquieting to the boy, on that account.
Lanky made no attempt to fly. He knew the folly of it, and seemed to
realize that whatever was to be done must spring from his own efforts.
Hence the frantic grip he maintained upon that remnant of a once proud
canoe mast; and his method of standing there clear of the trunk of the
tree, so that he might at least have a free swing.
Once Brutus started from the gate, it took him only a dozen quick
leaps to arrive on the scene. Lanky judged of his coming just as he
had taught himself to do in connection with a ball. And when he smote
with all his might and main, fair and true, he brought his strange bat
against the head of the leaping hound.
Whack!
Brutus went whirling over in a confused heap of legs and head; and a
mournful howl accompanied the near tragedy. But he scrambled up in a
trice, and once more assayed to bring the game down. Evidently the old
fire raged in his veins, even though his toothless jaws might refuse to
do their part.
Lanky had no desire to let the beast fasten upon him, teeth or no
teeth. He had a hearty dislike for most dogs, and in this respect
differed greatly from his chum, Frank, who was unusually fond of them.
Whang!
"Now for the gate; while he's fuddled!" said Lanky, starting forward.
He had gone half way when he saw the dog again bearing down on him.
Some one was urging the poor beast on with eager hisses, some one who
must have come from behind the house!
Lanky's blood boiled with anger. Three times within the last few hours
had he been brought face to face with sudden peril, and all through
the petty hatred of this contemptible schemer.
He was half tempted to rush at the fellow, and tackle him then and
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there, regardless of the presence of Brutus, and the fact that Lef
was in his own dooryard, where he was supposed by law to have unusual
rights.
Discretion carried the day, and Lanky beat a hasty retreat, threatening
the dog with his cudgel as he went. Brutus had by this time learned a
little wisdom. He did not fancy the result when that mast remnant sang
so lively a tune on his cranium. Hence, whenever Lanky made as if about
to belabor him again, he would turn tail and retreat a few yards.
In this fashion Lanky gained the gate, and placed it between himself
and trouble.
"Just step outside, Lef Seller, if you want what is coming to you!"
he gritted, unmindful of the fact that windows had been thrown up all
around, and people were of course listening to what was said.
"Why, that you, Wallace? I declare if I didn't think it was that old
hobo from up at Rattail Island. I saw him downtown, and warned Chief
Hogg against him. Just like Bill to drop in and try to rob some one
to-night. What under the sun were you doing in our yard? I saw you
taking a peep, and thought sure it must be a thief."
Lanky gasped for breath at this brazen declaration from Lef. He felt
in his inmost soul that the other had known all along who entered the
place. And yet, with his customary cleverness Lef covered his tracks.
"How should I. It's been a year and more since you ever stepped into my
yard. What d'ye want? Come to make a complaint because you smashed my
ice-boat to smithereens on the river this afternoon, and nearly killed
Bill and me? Better look up my dad in the daytime for that, and not
come sneaking about at this late hour."
"Oh! shucks, there's no getting around you. Under your front door lies
the acceptance to the challenge you sent the Columbia High Hockey Team.
I was commissioned to bring it around, and leave it, if you'd all
gone to bed. You let that dog loose on purpose, say what you please.
But I guess I oughtn't to complain, since he gave me a little batting
practice, poor old Brutus!"
"Aw! you think you're smart because you hammered a poor old dog that
hasn't one tooth in his head! I'd go chase myself before I boasted of
such a thing," said the other, feeling especially bitter because Lanky
had again come out of a hole without much damage.
"Well, I wasn't going to let him mouth me. He always did have it in for
me; and you knew that when you unchained him. All right. Keep going
just as you are, and I warn you the time is close at hand when you're
going to get yours, good and plenty. If Frank Allen don't give it to
you, I will. I was a fool to bring that note here. I ought to have
known you'd be ready to spring some dirty trick on me in return for my
kindness."
So speaking Lanky whirled on his heel and stalked down the street,
followed by the taunting laughter of the other. But Lanky would not
condescend to make out that he heard, for he was boiling over with
indignation. Besides, the excitement of the encounter with old Brutus
had left him trembling somewhat, as was natural.
"Anyhow, I bet that poor old beast has a swelled head to-morrow. Wow!
but didn't this bully little club just ring every time she came thump
against his cranium? Wonder what Frank will say when I tell him? Two
to one he'll agree with me that it was a set-up job of Lef's to give
me fits. H'm! well, I oughtn't to complain, since I get out of the
squabble without a scratch."
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He laughed nervously and handled the stub of the canoe mast with an
almost affectionate touch.
"Say, I'll never look at this fine bit of stick again without a grin.
Why, I'll be sure to hear the whang as it banged up against Brutus.
I guess it pays to play baseball, and know how to swing a bat," he
continued.
He walked behind the other for a short distance. Several times he felt
an inclination to hasten his steps and overtake the shuffling figure
ahead. Then he changed his mind.
"It might bring about new trouble, and I reckon I've just been through
the mill enough for one day. What Bill's doing here is none of my
business. He's gone past our house now, and is still moving on up the
road. Good-bye Bill, whoever you are, I'll remember sooner or later;
I'm determined to."
So Lanky turned in at his own gate. He saw the shuffling figure stop at
the sound of the closing gate, and look back. Governed by an impulse
he could never explain, Lanky, standing there, waved his hand toward
the figure at the end of the fence surrounding the Wallace place.
"He's answering me. That shows that he knows I recognized him. And he
doesn't seem to be afraid on that account. If he was sneaking around,
meaning to rob some house he'd hardly act like that. Wish I knew what
Bill was after. Perhaps I might guess if I could only remember who he
makes me think of. Bill A, Bill B--I'm going clean through the alphabet
but I'll hit on it sooner or later. I've just got to!"
"Three times wasn't out, that's sure," he chuckled as he made his way
upstairs to his room; "but I wish I knew just what that Lef Seller has
in mind in wanting the Columbia Hockey Seven to play his old scrub
team to-morrow. And there are some other things I'd like to get on to,
particularly--but here, I said I wouldn't allow myself to think of that
again to-night--Bill L, Bill M, oh, rats, am I to be just haunted by
that measly puzzle all my life?"
Whether Lanky really did dream of the lonely tramp with the familiar
face he never told. Just as likely as not he did, for he was a great
fellow to make mountains out of mole-hills; and once his curiosity
became excited he could not rest until it was appeased.
But when he jumped out of bed in the morning and stepped across to the
window, his first thought was in connection with the beauty of the
early dawn.
"It's going to be a cracking good day for the game with that scrub
team!" he remarked, as he hurried to dress.
An hour later, after he had finished his breakfast, and was thinking of
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going out, the bell of the telephone rang. As Lanky chanced to be the
only one about he took down the receiver.
"If you play that Lef Seller crowd to-day, look out for fouls! They've
got it arranged to just knock several of your fellows out, so they
can't play Clifford next week. I heard 'em talkin' just by the merest
accident, and wanted to tell you."
"Say, that's mighty kind of you. I seem to recognize the voice, but
can't just place you. Who is it talking, please?" asked Lanky; and then
he nearly fell over when the voice through the wire went on placidly:
CHAPTER VII
FORCED TO PLAY
"Hold the wire!" exclaimed Lanky. "You've taken my breath away! Don't
break off yet, please, Bill!"
"All right, if you say so. I'm on my way back to that snug little
hangout up on Rattail Island; but there ain't no great hurry. I had my
breakfast, thanks," came drifting over the wire.
"Say, I want to thank you again for what you told me," he went on,
quickly. "Some of us had an idea that way; but there wasn't any proof.
Did I understand you to say you overheard Lef Seller and his crowd
talking about doing us up, so we couldn't play Clifford?"
"That's about the stuff. I couldn't get all they said, but that covers
the bill."
"Where was it this happened, Bill?" asked the eager boy at the other
end of the wire, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction because his
suspicions were proving sound.
"Yes I saw you here and wondered what brought you down from your
camp," Lanky went on, with the hope that the other might say something
calculated to bring light in the darkness, and dispel the ignorance
that was setting him wild.
"I had some business here," observed the other, "and a friend made me
stop all night. I seen you goin' into your place, and beckoned to you
to stop. I wanted to tell you about what I heard then, but you didn't
hold up. So I thought I'd better call you up this here mornin' and put
you wise."
"Where are you talking from?" asked Lanky; with difficulty restraining
the eagerness in his voice; for he had suddenly conceived the idea that
once this was known he would have little trouble in getting a clue that
would open his eyes as to the identity of the hobo with the familiar
face.
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"Me? Oh! I reckon I found a nickel when I dug down in my jeans, and
I've just squandered the same in the drug store for this public pay
call. P'raps you might feel good if we ever met again, and pay me back
for my extravagance," remarked the other.
"You bet I will, and with interest too! It's mighty good of you taking
all this trouble for us boys. In the name of the Columbia Seven accept
thanks, Bill. You must have a soft spot in your heart for boys, tramp
or no tramp," Lanky could not help remarking.
"Oh! well, so-so. It ain't been so long ago since I was a boy too.
There's _some_ things I ain't forgot. That's all, Lanky. So-long!"
A click, and he knew that the interview was off. Lanky hung up the
receiver at his end with a thoughtful look on his face. Why, instead of
his having solved the mystery that overhung the identity of the fellow,
things really seemed darker than ever.
"Sure he knows me, too, else why would he call me Lanky all the time?
And then again he saw me going into my own gate last night! Now, how
did he know this was my home? Um! blessed if I can make head or tail of
it at all. Bill's going to be as great a mystery to me as the Man in
the Iron Mask is in history. But I'd better be getting a move on if I
want to warn the fellows before we start that game."
With that he clapped his cap on, drew an overcoat over his sweater, and
skates in hand rushed from the house.
Five minutes later he burst into the corner drug store, where the
public pay telephone booth was located to which the other had had
reference. Lanky was of course well known to both the druggist and his
assistant, the latter of whom he found on duty at that hour in the
morning.
"Hello! Socrates, coming down to the river this morning?" was his first
question; for Lanky had inherited the clever diplomatic habits of his
legal parent, and knew just how to gradually approach the main issue.
"I hadn't thought of it, Lanky. Why, what's going on?" demanded the
young drug clerk, one of Columbia's fans on the baseball bleachers, and
a fellow quite devoted to every form of outdoor healthy sport.
"I will, if I can get away. Saturday is a busy day with us, you see. I
heard that you had challenged Clifford, and got their acceptance. Wish
you luck, Lanky. It's punishment to me to be kept behind this counter
when you fellows are out in the open having a jolly time," and Socrates
Jones sighed as he spoke.
"By the way, did a fellow just use your 'phone here, a rather tall
chap, looking kind of seedy; in fact he might pass for a hobo?" and
Lanky put the question without betraying any unusual interest.
"Why, yes, now that you speak of it, there was such a fellow talking
with somebody over the wire. I didn't pay much attention to him. It was
none of my business so long as he stuck his little five-cent piece in
the slot before he started work. I even reckoned he might be one of the
telephone men that were around here last week."
"Oh! perhaps it was the way he talked--just brushed in, remarked 'I
want to use the telephone a minute,' and when I said 'all right' he
stepped into the booth. Say, what do you know about him," and the clerk
looked inquiringly at Lanky.
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"Nothing," replied the other. "That's what's ailing me. He was talking
with me over the wire. I met him yesterday up near Rattail Island,
where he was fishing through the ice. He did me a little favor, and
when he called me up here it was to add to the debt. But while there's
something familiar about his looks I can't for the life of me place
him. Didn't you know him, Socrates?"
The drug clerk had been born and brought up in Columbia, and was
supposed to be acquainted with about every soul in town, by sight at
least. He shook his head in the negative.
"Don't believe I ever saw him before, Lanky," was his disappointing
reply.
"Sure now? Take another think. Suppose I told you that his name was
Bill, would that help out any?" went on the anxious boy.
"I reckon I know fifty Bills, all told. Nothing doing, Lanky. But if I
happen to think of any stray Bill not accounted for, why I'll promise
to let you know," the accommodating drug clerk observed.
"That's what Frank said, but he didn't call me up. Well, let it go at
that. Better drop around about ten, and size up our bunch. You've seen
Clifford play, and your opinion about the chances we have, would be
prized, Socrates."
"Thanks. That's nice of you, Lanky. I'll try and coax the governor to
let me off for an hour or so," and with that Lanky left the shop.
As he drew near the river he found many boys and girls gravitating
in that direction. News of the anticipated game with the Wanderers
had seeped through the town in the mysterious manner that such things
circulate, thanks to the telephone; and every youngster, as well as
quite a few older people, made it convenient to find some excuse for
being out at the hour set for the start of the hockey match.
Lanky was quickly on the ice, and skating up the river; for it had been
decided that the best spot for such sport was about a quarter of a mile
above the limits of the town.
Here the banks were quite far apart, and the wide stretch afforded a
splendid scope for the energetic game, as well as the crowds that would
likely gather to witness the play of the Columbia High Seven.
Already most of the committee had reached the spot. Some of them were
busily engaged in marking off the place selected as best fitted for
the game. This was a section one hundred and seventy-five feet long by
sixty-five wide. The goals were set at either end, and in the middle
of the line marking the termination of the field. These goal posts
were some six feet apart and four feet high, being provided with the
customary goal nets.
Lanky quickly skated up to where Frank was talking with several others,
among them the players who expected to participate in the coming game.
Down the river he could see a squad of boys advancing, and from the
fact that Lef Seller led the bunch it was easy to guess that these were
to be the adversaries of the hard-working Columbia High team.
"Hey, gather in; Lanky's got the latest news from the seat of war!"
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"No fooling boys; this is something serious. I was called up on the
'phone a short time ago by a fellow who claimed that he heard Lef
Seller and his crowd talking last night, and that there were things
said that made him believe this game was arranged just to have a chance
to lame a few of Columbia High's best players, and upset the big affair
of next week," said Lanky, impressively.
"What's that?" demanded Jack Comfort, the cover point of the Seven.
"Now, I had an idea that way myself. The question is, what are we going
to do about it? Can we afford to play these rough Wanderers, knowing
that they are only aching to crack us on the shins, or do one of a
dozen things calculated to make us lame when the time for the Clifford
match comes?" asked Lanky.
"I've been thinking this over, suspecting some such dodge myself. It's
a shame that we have to play such an unscrupulous crowd; but I don't
see any decent way out of it. The only thing we can do is to keep our
eyes wide open, and avoid giving them the chances they want for foul
play. Besides, we must insist on having fair and efficient referee,
assistant referee, umpires and time-keepers appointed. Any violation of
the rules will cause the man to be thrown out."
"I prophesy that this game is going to end in a blooming old row,"
remarked Lanky, gloomily.
Well had Lef, with a vein of sarcasm in his nature, called his team
the "Outcasts," for that was practically what its members were. Still,
many of them were known as fast skaters and furious hockey players. If
they could only be persuaded to play fair for a change, the chances of
a pretty game might be good; but Frank knew Lef far too well to believe
the fellow had any desire to do the right thing.
These were outsiders, in no way connected with either side, and they
could be depended on to act squarely. Had it not been so, Frank would
never have entered into play with that husky seven under the leadership
of Lef Seller.
When the hour of ten arrived the river banks were fairly lined with
spectators, for it had been requested that as few remain on the ice as
possible, on account of the chances for its giving way under such an
enormous weight.
The puck was faced in the middle, between the sticks of Frank Allen and
Lef Seller, as the representatives of the rival teams. Back of Frank,
Shadduck, as point, awaited the opening shock; and in his rear came
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Comfort as cover point, and then West, the goal. Shay as right wing,
Bird left wing, and Wallace as rover completed the seven.
"Play!" shouted the referee, and immediately the puck was set in
motion.
CHAPTER VIII
Instantly all was commotion. Players darted this way and that to fill
their respective positions, and the clash of meeting sticks sounded
furiously, as several endeavored to hook the little hard rubber disc
away from the melée.
"Look at Lef play! Like old times to see that dash!" shouted one fellow.
And indeed, Lef was just then showing that he knew the game from start
to finish. Two years back he had been a brilliant player, and only his
love for unfair methods had uncrowned him. Still, many remembered that
for a time he had been without a rival on the ice; and his present work
startled them.
"Bully for the Wanderers! They're going to make you hustle some,
boys! Look at that for a clean steal, would you! Wake up, there, Lanky;
don't go to sleep yet! Plenty of time after you get yours!"
"Hey! what you doing there, West? Leave that rubber alone, will you?"
howled some one, when the defender of the Columbia goal met the flying
puck with a well-aimed crack that ended the suspense temporarily, and
hurled it back toward the centre of the ice.
Like spokes leading toward the hub of a wheel, flitting figures shot
toward the object of interest. A stick was thrust out to intercept its
progress, and again a furious fight for the possession of the coveted
puck was on.
Loud rang the voices of the referee and his assistant, calling
upon this one and then that to mind the rules, as they were playing
"off-side," and could not legally take part in the fight until relieved
from the penalty.
Of course this came almost instantly, for as soon as the puck had been
brought in contact with the stick of any opposing player, the penalty
was off. Still, it required a quick eye and a ready voice to handle all
these things.
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Three times did the aggressive Wanderers have the goal of the regular
team threatened. In all these instances it was only the wonderful
playing of Ralph West that saved the day. He seemed to be as nimble as
a gymnast, and his eye was absolutely perfect when it came to judgment.
Then the tide of battle turned. Now it was the Columbia High School
team that bore down heavily on their opponents. They had waited their
time, and taken stock of what Lef and his crowd had to offer. Frank had
given the secret signal that meant aggressive tactics, and every player
of the orange and purple girded himself for real work.
"Back up, fellows! Don't let 'em push you along!" shrieked Lef, as he
saw that his followers were being finally outgeneraled by the tactics
of the well-drilled Columbias, and his goal in danger.
Suddenly a wild shout went up. Columbia had scored the first goal,
Lanky Wallace having sent the puck past the guard of Kline, and landed
it safely in the net.
"Face the puck again!" sang out the umpire; so it was accordingly
brought once more to the centre of the field, with two of the players
holding the base of their stout sticks against it, ready to let go at
the word.
This time Frank allowed Lanky to stand up with Lef. He believed his
chum would be able to outpoint the cleverness Lef had frequently shown
in getting possession of the puck in the start.
With the resumption of play there was a scramble for the rubber disc.
Lanky and Lef fought tooth and nail with their sticks to scratch it out
of its position between them; while the other players hovered near,
ready to seize upon it like a flash, and bear it along toward goal.
Lef was terribly in earnest. His eyes looked furiously at those of his
opponent, and under his breath he was undoubtedly muttering words that
partook of the nature of threats. But Lanky had accomplished his part,
for it allowed Shadduck to suddenly strike in, and with a blow send the
puck out of its prison, and a dozen feet along the ice.
Lef immediately began to shower the Columbia point with abuse for
interference, and appealed wildly to the referee, who laughingly held
up his hand to indicate that it was perfectly legal to play robber on
such an occasion.
Meanwhile, none of the other players had remained to hear Lef protest.
They were all too much interested in gaining control of the destinies
of that sliding object, that caromed over the ice so easily. Down upon
it pounced a group from either side, and there was a scrimmage that
made all others up to date look weak.
Lef, finding that his protest was not going to be allowed, wasted no
more time in idle talk, but sallied forth, looking for a chance to get
into the fight.
Louder sounded the warnings from the two referees. The nomads were
beginning to show their true nature, and seeking to gain unfair
advantages. Presently the gentleman who officiated as referee called
the game for a minute.
"See here, Gilpin, if you attempt foul tactics like that again I shall
surely be compelled to put you out of the game!" he declared, sternly.
"Ask Comfort why he's limping. You struck him without the slightest
reason," returned the official, shaking his finger at the culprit,
warningly.
"Well, it was an accident; he was over on my side and the rules say
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when a player does that he takes his own risk," said the point of the
outcast club.
"You are saying what you know to be false, and I could prove it by
showing the mark of your stick on his shin. That would settle which
side he was on. Be careful not to repeat the offense, or out you go!
Face the puck again now!"
"But the advantage was ours when you stopped play!" protested Lef,
seeing a new cause for complaint.
"That matters nothing. The puck must be faced in the centre of the
field at the commencement of each period, after each goal scored, and
whenever there has been a halt called in the play, if the referee so
decides. I put the puck back to centre as a penalty for one of your
side playing foul tactics, and willfully seeking to injure one of
the opposing team. Let it be a warning that such conduct cannot be
tolerated."
"Poor old Lef; he's in hard luck all the time. Say, don't try the baby
act, old boy! You and your crowd are putting up a good article of
hockey. Keep it up, and perhaps the luck will change!"
So he once again settled down, with Lanky opposing him. The Columbia
player did not attempt the same style of play as before, in order
to get possession of the coveted disc. Instead, he instantly began
a furious attack, and taking Lef off his guard managed to steal the
disputed object away despite the other's almost frantic efforts to hold
on.
"Wow! another point for Columbia! Now, what d'ye think of that?" howled
the loud-voiced enthusiast, who turned out to be the drug clerk,
Socrates Jones.
Kline had been beguiled aside by a threatening shoot, and could not
get back in time to cover his net, so that even as he made a desperate
attempt to reach out and intercept the puck it shot past and between
the goal posts. The umpire located behind the net announced to the
time-keepers that a second goal had been fairly scored for Columbia.
"He's lost his case, and now plays to get costs; or offers objections,
so as to get another trial," declared Lanky, his law training causing
him to see things that might escape the eyes of others.
The score was now two to nothing. Not that Lef and his followers were
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not putting up a good game, for they frequently caused their opponents
to fight desperately in order to keep them from scoring. Lack of
practice had something to do with their demoralization; that and the
innate desire to play foul that seemed to be the leading characteristic
of every member of the outcast team.
Among the spectators this was anticipated. Lef had never been known to
do the right thing when the tide of battle went against him. Presently
he would begin to show his real nature; and many of the spectators kept
watching him in the expectation of witnessing his trickery if possible.
Just as the first twenty-minute period of play came to an end the puck
was hustled into the net for a third goal on the side of Frank's team.
Cheers resounded from all sides. Those who favored the outcast seven
scowled, or laughed as the humor seized them.
"Didn't expect anything else," remarked one fellow near Frank, as the
sides rested before starting on the second half; "they done pretty
good as it was. Wait and see what Lef does to 'em this time. He's got
somethin' up his sleeve, you bet!"
"Course he has. Lef he's a cute one, all right," answered another of
the same stripe, with a leer at Frank.
That was a nice prospect, when even the crowd expected some gross
exhibition of foul play on the part of the opposing team.
"The chances are three to one the game will be called," said Frank,
as he took the field with his men, the ten-minute intermission having
ended.
This time Frank faced Lef when the puck was laid upon the ice. Eye
looked into eye. That of Lef wavered a trifle, despite his bullying
ways. He knew that he had done many things in the past to injure Frank
Allen, and the dauntless front of the other seemed to warn him that
the day of reckoning must assuredly be near at hand.
This time Lef tried one of his old tricks that had served him well on
many a former occasion during the time when he was undisputed champion
of hockey among the boys of Columbia. But it would seem that he had
lost his cunning; or else the times had sadly changed, for after a
brief struggle Frank carried off the puck, and skated around the end of
the opposing line like a streak of light, dribbling the rubber before
him.
Hot and furious was the rush after him. Close to the danger line for
the outcasts the contest moved, with sticks flying and figures darting
in and out, like shuttles in the hands of expert weavers; while high
above all the clamor the whistle of the referee sounded either warnings
or a sudden cessation of play.
Barnes was put out of the game for foul tactics so plain that fifty
people sent up a groan as he made the play. Lef showed signs of temper;
but the game went on.
Five minutes later another stop came in the midst of a scrimmage. This
time it was Shadduck who was hurt, and had to have his left hand bound
up, as it bled freely.
"The next infraction of the rules ends the game!" declared the
referee, sternly, for he had been warned that the main object of Lef
and his crowd was to cripple the Columbia players, rather than to win
out.
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Two goals for Columbia followed in rapid order, one going to Frank, and
the other being placed to the credit of Shay.
"Lef did it--he threw back his stick over his head, and cracked Frank!
It may have been an accident or not; but that ends the game all right,"
answered Socrates Jones.
CHAPTER IX
Angry shouts arose all around. There were few who knew what had
happened; only that Frank had been struck in some way. Lef Seller did
not have many friends in Columbia High School, or the town itself, for
that matter. He had made himself generally disliked; and when the word
went around that it was his hockey stick that had, in a backward swing,
struck Frank on the head and knocked him down, the murmurs of the crowd
began to take on an ugly turn.
Of course the referee immediately ended the game. There was something
else at that moment demanding attention.
"Keep back! The ice is cracking! Go back, or we'll all fall in!"
shouted Lanky Wallace, waving his hands wildly, as he saw dozens start
to leave the bank and hurry toward the group around the fallen lad.
"Keep away! It's dangerous to crowd on the ice! Frank's all right! He's
getting up again! It's nothing serious, only a little accident!" they
shouted, starting to hustle the squads of sightseers back.
The alarm having been given, numerous groups immediately turned back to
the firm footing of the shore. Harrapin River had a swift current in
places, and more than one skater had had a narrow escape from drowning
in years gone by.
Frank was again on his feet, somewhat dizzy, but trying to appear just
the same as before. He had received quite a hard blow on the head, as a
lump proved; but could not even give a guess as to what had hit him.
Lef had not attempted to run away. He knew better. That must have
proven him guilty of an intentional design to do Frank injury. He would
have been mobbed before he had gone fifty feet.
"I hope you don't think I did that on purpose, Allen?" Lef exclaimed,
pushing himself into the group as Ralph and Paul were examining the
head of their friend to ascertain the extent of the damages.
Frank had been laughing as he assured his friends that he was all
right. At the sound of the hateful voice of Lef the smile vanished from
his face. Turning, he looked for almost half a minute squarely into
the face of the other. Everyone held his breath, believing that the
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long-expected rupture between these two was about to break loose, and
that in another minute they would be fighting it out then and there.
It was a mistake, for Frank deliberately turned his back upon Lef,
who was standing there in an humble attitude, strangely unnatural
for him. He had seen the same glitter in those half-veiled eyes that
had appeared to Lanky. It told Frank that the blow had not only been
intentional, but carefully planned. Still, he had not an atom of proof.
Cunning Lef generally fixed it that way.
A dozen boys shouted as Frank thus showed his utter contempt for the
other. As for Lef himself, he would really have preferred an open
defiance to this expression of disdain.
"Oh! well, have it just as you like, Frank Allen," he muttered, with a
shrug of his shoulders; "if it was one of your chums you'd be only too
willing to call it an accident, and let it go at that. But everything
that Lef Sellers does is a crime!"
Lef turned away. The game had been a grand disappointment to him.
Still, even if his side came out at the small end of the horn, they
had temporarily disabled several of the regular Columbia players, and
this ought to give him some little satisfaction. But the trouble was,
the game with Clifford was some days off, and none of them had been so
seriously injured but that they would be all right when the time came
to play again.
Followed by his crowd, Lef skated away, going up the river. Those who
remained with Frank were filled with indignation.
"He's getting worse every day!" grumbled Lanky; "and it's dangerous
to have such a firebrand around. He ought to be cut dead by every
self-respecting fellow in the whole town. Then his father would see
that it was time to get him off to some place where they didn't know
him, and his mean ways."
"That's what," echoed Buster Billings, "he's just beyond all hope of
reforming. Listen to those guys laughing to beat the band as they skate
away! They seem to think it was funny; and I reckon they're telling Lef
he ought to have aimed better."
"It was a mistake to play them at all!" declared Paul Bird, indignantly.
"Yes, I guess it was," admitted Frank, "though like the balance of you,
at the time I thought we just had to accept their challenge. However,
no great amount of damage has been done. A couple of bruised shins, and
a sore head tally up our hurts."
"Yes, and we just knocked spots out of 'em in the game, even with all
their rough-house play. The practice pays up for the few bangs we got.
But notice fellows, that not one on their side went out from hurts,"
remarked Jack Comfort.
"Well, what's the use of crying over spilt milk?" observed Ralph; "we
did what we started in to do, and showed Lef's crowd up for the tricky
lot they are. Now the rest of the day is before us. Let's forget our
troubles, boys."
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things to their mates, so that they might profit by them.
"I think he's gone to buy a daily paper that makes a specialty of all
the latest shipping news. You know Ralph is intensely interested in
watching for the arrival of the _Empress of Japan_ at San Francisco. He
believes she will be bringing some one for whose coming the poor fellow
is anxiously watching--his mother!" said Frank.
"Oh! yes, you were telling me about it," murmured Lanky. "He was
brought up by the Wests in the village of Scardale as their son, and
only lately learned that he had been adopted, taken from the poorhouse
by the couple when a baby. And about a year ago he began to receive
some money on the first of every month, with a mysterious note telling
him to get an education such as he yearned to receive."
"Ralph has taken me into his confidence almost from the beginning," he
said. "I went with him to see a man named Ben Davis who was dying.
He had an idea that this man might be his father; but it turned out
otherwise. Then he discovered that the lawyer in New York who sent the
monthly sums was my Uncle Jim."
"Yes," said Lanky, eagerly, "I remember the time he came up here last
Fall to see you. I guess it was then he admitted that he had been
employed by a gentleman named Arnold Musgrove, who was traveling in
Europe with his widowed sister, a Mrs. John Langworthy. And it turned
out that Ralph must be the long-lost child of that same lady--that the
brother had had the baby stolen for some selfish purpose. It was all
just like a story."
"And Uncle Jim followed them through Europe and to India and China, for
they were great travelers," said Frank, slowly. "The last we heard from
him was a cablegram from Japan, saying that the lady knew all, and that
he was about to sail with her for America. Now you understand just why
Ralph is wild to learn if the steamer got in yesterday, when due."
"Here he comes out, and from the look on his face I guess she arrived,"
muttered Lanky, trying to appear as though he and Frank had been
talking of matters concerning Columbia's chances in the coming hockey
contest.
"It's all right. The steamer got in yesterday, Frank," cried Ralph,
his face beaming with delight.
"That's so; and I only have to take it for granted that they were on
board. You see this was the next steamer to leave after he cabled; and
I don't believe they would have waited over; at least I hope not," and
Ralph's mouth twitched in a sensitive way that told how his feelings
were stirred at the prospect of meeting the mother whom he had really
never known.
"It's all right, Ralph," Frank said, quickly. "Keep up heart a few more
days, and then the bully times will come for you. I want you to come
over and eat supper with us to-night; and it's understood, you know,
that on Christmas you help to get away with the turkey and plum pudding
at the Allen ranch."
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know how I'd ever have stood it out only for you. Why, you've been like
a brother to me, and your home is the dearest place I know. Yes, I'll
be around some time in the afternoon," he said, squeezing the hand that
was nearest him.
"And you drop in some time this evening, Lanky. There are some things I
don't quite understand that I'd like explained," continued Frank.
"There's just one think I'd give a fit to understand, and nobody seems
able to help me a little bit. Who is Bill? Just keep on thinking,
Frank, and tell me if you remember seeing him before," and Lanky turned
off to head for his own home.
CHAPTER X
At about two o'clock Frank wandered down to the river again. It seemed
to have an irresistible attraction for the boys of Columbia these
bright wintry days, and the ice was dotted with numerous skaters,
enjoying a spin.
Merry cries could be heard, as both boys and girls glided hither and
thither. Some were attempting fancy skating, others indulging in a
romping game of tag; while still more simply moved about in constant
enjoyment of the occasion; for it was delightful just to be alive on so
glorious a day, and feel the exhilaration of moving swiftly over the
polished surface of the Harrapin.
But Frank, though carrying his skates, did not care much about going
on. His head rang a little as an after effect of the ugly blow he
had received. For some time it would have a tender sensation at
that particular spot where a lump arose, calculated to bewilder any
professor who prided himself on his ability to tell the strong and
weak points in a boy's character, from the bumps on his head.
Frank turned aside after looking out on the ice, and walking some
little distance up the shore, came to a cove where, just as he
anticipated, he found Lanky busily engaged in making the needed repairs
to his ice-boat.
"Prime. Just the thing to a dot. To tell the truth I was a little
suspicious of the way my mast was stepped. Now it's firmer than ever,"
came the reply.
"That's the way things go, sometimes; they say there isn't a single
evil that happens to us but what we can get good out of it, Lanky."
"Hey! what's that you're giving me? How about that crack you got this
morning? I'd like to know where you're going to get any profit out of
that," and Lanky shook his head vigorously to emphasize his dissent.
"Oh! well, in the first place I learned my lesson for keeps. It's been
a long time coming, but after this I'm never going to trust that sneak
behind me."
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the ice-boat skipper, gleefully.
"Why, yes, I thought of taking a little run, down the river this time,
perhaps as far as Bellport. The wind is just too good to be lost. If it
dies out and leaves me stranded why, this time I can get back on the
trolley. Don't suppose you feel like going with me, after getting a
headache from that hit this morning?"
"Done. And five minutes more will see me through here. Glad you dropped
in on me. I never like to go anywhere alone; and yet I can amuse myself
at home by the hour without company."
"How is it you don't want to go up the river this time?" asked Frank,
looking at his chum meaningly.
"I see you're on, all right, Frank. The truth of the matter is I'm just
getting my dander up about that puzzle. I might find out the truth by
going to see Bill, and asking him plainly what his last name is, and
how he comes to know me; but I just won't do it."
"The fact is, you're stubborn by nature, and the more this thing
bothers you the stronger your determination to think it out for
yourself; is that it, Lanky?"
"Sure thing. And just you wait and see if I don't do it too. Now we're
ready to get moving. Help me push out, and we'll be off on the jump,"
and Lanky took hold of his novel craft with a will.
Frank fastened his skates to the framework, so they could not come
loose and be lost. They were regulation hockey skates, with a blunt
end that was calculated not to seriously injure any player with whose
shins they might come in contact. Three of those fellows who backed Lef
Seller in his game had worn skates that would never have been allowed
in a regular match, as their sharp points were a constant menace to all
others who came near the rapidly revolving skaters.
"Wow! ain't this just immense?" cried Lanky, as they rapidly passed
under the railroad bridge and shot away like a streak down the stream,
leaving the last of the shouting skaters far in the lurch.
"It certainly feels fine," admitted his comrade, crouching there on the
framework that constituted the hull of the novel craft.
"There's the big island ahead. Why, we've come four miles already! This
beats any traveling I ever did," declared the delighted Frank.
"Just as you say. The breeze seems to hold out all right, and is fair
to take us back again, being in the west. Hit her up, my boy. Nothing
in the way ahead. We'll be apt to surprise the Bellport slow wagons
when we arrive in style."
Frank had apparently forgotten all his troubles of the morning. Even
the pain in his head was for the time being ignored, such was the
exhilaration of that rapid flight along the frozen river.
Bellport was speedily reached, and here another lot of skaters crowded
around to examine the boat, and offer comments, wholly favorable.
"I just guess there'll be a dozen of the craft on the move hereabouts
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soon," remarked Lanky, as they once more started back home.
"The more the merrier. Perhaps some fellow would like to race with
my _Humming Bird_ then. I wish we had a broad lake for the sport. A
winding river is poor for ice-boats, since the wind is apt to head a
fellow off so easy. There, it's trying to shift into the northwest now.
I'll have to try tacking a bit till we reach around that next bend."
But while it took very much longer to get back than it had done going,
they finally reached their starting place.
"And part of that was taken up jawing those jays at Bellport. Sixteen
miles in all. I don't think we were more than eight minutes going
down," declared the owner of the marvel, exultantly.
"Well, I think I've had enough for to-day; and as I don't hanker after
skating just now I'll meander home. Ralph will be around soon anyhow;
and Lanky, you're going to drop in after supper, you promised."
"If I get back safe and sound from my second trip down the river.
There's Paul Bird, and I promised to give him a spin. So-long, Frank.
Keep on using that lotion on that bump, and I reckon it won't hurt much
by Monday," and Lanky began to make motions with his extended arms in
the endeavor to attract the attention of the other chum who had just
arrived on the river bank with his skates.
"I wondered if you got back," said the other, on entering; "for I saw
you flying down the river with Lanky on that wonderful affair he calls
an ice-boat. Phew! but you were hustling along to beat the band."
"You saw us, then? Where were you, for I'm sure neither of us set eyes
on you?" asked Frank, as they entered the house.
"Oh! I had an errand down below the town, and happened to be walking
along the road when I heard the sound of cutting steel, and looked out
just in time to see you whizz by. I reckon you went all of a mile a
minute. It nearly made me dizzy to watch you whirl down the river. I
don't believe I'd like that sort of thing overly much," confessed Ralph.
Supper over, the boys were seated in the library, Mr. Allen being out
of town for a short time.
"Lanky promised to drop in, and it's about time for him to show up. I
didn't tell him this afternoon, but I've got several suggestions to
make in connection with our play for Wednesday that I'd like to get his
opinion on. There, that must be his ring now," declared Frank.
It proved to be so, for Lanky immediately burst into the room. One look
at his excited face told Frank that something had occurred to stir his
friend up.
"No, it ain't that, Frank. Run all the way here from headquarters to
tell you the news. Gee! it galls me to think that I've made such a fool
of myself!" he gasped.
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"I was on an errand. Dad sent me to see Chief Hogg about something. You
know we had a robbery at our place not long ago, and since then dad,
being a councilman, has had a lot to do with the police. He really acts
as mayor of the town, being president of the council," went on Lanky.
"No. But the chief had just got word that another notorious rascal had
broken out of jail, and it was believed that he was last seen heading
for this part of the country," remarked Lanky, shaking his head
dolefully.
"Why, hang the luck, you don't just understand. Perhaps you'll
see better when I tell you that the name of this escaped rogue is
Brockholt--plain Bill Brockholt!"
CHAPTER XI
STILL A MYSTERY
"Oh! I see!" exclaimed Frank. "You naturally think that the tramp in
that shack on Rattail Island is this man the police are looking for?"
"Same fellow, sure," grunted the disgusted Lanky. "And to think I've
been and made myself believe I must have known him some time. Shucks!
I'm just too mad to see straight, that's what."
"Hold on," remarked Frank, quietly, "let's see if we've got this
straight. Somehow or other it doesn't just strike me that that chap
had the look of a real bad man. He was a tramp, and looked shiftless,
as all hoboes do; but I wouldn't be in too big a hurry to believe the
worst about Bill."
"Why, whatever can you mean? Teaching a budding lawyer how to look
before he leaps! Say, do you still believe Bill may be all right?" and
Lanky jumped from his chair to seize hold of Frank's arm.
"I don't know about that, but let's investigate a little, and see how
he compares in looks. Of course you asked about that?" went on Frank.
"Of course I didn't now, smarty," came the reply, while Lanky looked
chagrined. "And there it was on the wall too, right under the reward
offered for recapturing this Bill Brockholt, who, it seems, is a
dangerous piece of baggage. It was silly of me not to wait and read up,
but I was so dead sure, and afraid Chief Hogg might ask me questions
that I didn't want to answer, I just cut, and ran all the way here."
"Say, suppose you call him up on the 'phone and make a few inquiries.
The chief thinks a lot of you, Frank, and will tell you anything you
want. You can say I am here and brought the news, and you'd like to
hear what this chap looks like, so that if you run across him you can
let the chief know. Eh, how's that?"
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of the fellow who robbed your house, Lanky, and he let the chief have
pretty much all the glory, and the fat reward as well. Oh; yes Chief
Hogg is mighty well satisfied to tell Frank anything and everything. It
pays him handsomely to do so," laughed Ralph.
Meanwhile Frank had gone over to the desk on which the telephone stood.
"You see, he was in town last night. I saw him twice, and his actions
looked a bit suspicious too. He didn't seem to want anybody to notice
him, for he dodged out of sight when a man came along. Now, what did he
do that for, I'd just like to know? Even Lef Seller noticed him, for he
said so. I don't like it at all."
Lanky did not say anything more, for Frank was speaking, and with his
companion he moved closer, expecting to hear what the chief replied,
for he was a loud talker over the wire, with a voice that carried like
a flute.
"It is. Who's that talking--that you, Frank?" for somehow the other had
recognized the boy's voice.
"Yes, Frank Allen. Lanky is here, and he's just been telling us
something he heard down at your place a bit ago."
"Oh! yes, you must mean about that clever rascal, Bill Brockholt, who
escaped from the prison over at Lauderville, and is supposed to have
headed this way. We were warned to keep a good lookout for him. He's a
smart rascal, and a desperate one, too. What's in the wind, Frank; want
to try your hand at rounding up another lag of this kind? You helped
us that last time immense, and we'd be glad to have you do it some
more," came over the wire, accompanied with a laugh.
"Oh! no, I'm not hankering after another experience, Chief. But Lanky
forgot to read the description of the escaped jailbird; and I wondered
if you would please tell me what he looks like, so I might know him if
I happened to run across such a fellow in my wanderings during holiday
week?"
"Will I? Well, I guess, yes, and only too glad to accommodate such a
fine fellow as you are. Listen now. He's short and dark-skinned; looks
more like an Italian than a German. Has broad shoulders, and an eye
that seems to pierce you through and through. Hair black as tar, nose
a trifle hooked. Has a scar like a new moon on his right cheek. Weighs
one hundred and seventy pounds. Dressed----"
"That's quite enough, Chief. Thank you for your kindness. If I meet up
with Bill I think I'll be apt to know it."
Frank deliberately hung up the receiver. Then he turned and looked into
the face of Lanky, who was standing there, a foolish grin marking his
features.
"Get that, Lanky?" asked Frank, raising his eyebrows with the question.
"Every word. I could have heard the chief talk if I'd been in the next
room."
"Several things. First that I'm next door to a jackass for pounding
over here without making sure," replied the other, shrugging his
shoulders in disgust.
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smiling broadly, and winking toward Ralph as he spoke.
"Second, that I'm in for another spell of thinking, for if Bill ain't
Brockholt, then he must be somebody else."
"Bright idea. It would seem reasonable, anyway. And you mean that it's
still up to you to lie awake nights trying to remember where you could
ever have met a fellow who looks like our tramp of Rattail Island; is
that it?" continued Frank.
"More than ever. I didn't tell you this morning who it was warned me
that Lef Seller and his crowd meant to play so as to disable some of
the Columbia Seven in the hockey game," Lanky remarked, seriously.
"That's a fact, you didn't. I meant to ask you later on, but it slipped
my mind, so many things happened. Then that crack on the head upset me
more or less. From the way you talk I imagine you're going to unbosom
yourself of that secret now. Look here, was it that Bill?" demanded
Frank, suddenly jumping at conclusions.
"Bosh! he was here in town. Just stepped into the drug store, told
Socrates Jones he wanted to 'phone, walked into the booth, planked down
his little nickel, and used the whole outfit like he was to the manner
born. Think of a hobo doing that, would you?" cried Lanky, triumphantly.
"Huh! that's nothing. A lot of these tramps have been workers once.
Perhaps Bill may have been a telephone wireman, or something like that,
in his palmy days, when he got his food by the sweat of his brow,
instead of begging it at back doors," remarked Frank, immediately.
"Say, now, that reminds me that Socrates said he acted like he knew all
about a telephone--in fact, from his manner, Socrates had an idea he
belonged to that crew you remember we saw around here last week fixing
the wires along the road to Bellport. Perhaps that was where I met him.
It might be, you know; but it seems to be impressed on my mind that I
knew the man, once on a time," continued the persistent Lanky.
"Then he told you over the wire--said that he knew Lef and his cronies
were planning to do us a rough deal--was that it, Lanky?" Frank asked.
"Something like that. Said he chanced to hear 'em talking. I guess that
Bill don't seem to hanker much after Lef. He soured on him after that
meeting up the river, and perhaps Lef threatened to have him hauled in
if he dared show up here in the town. But Bill came, anyhow, for I saw
him myself."
"Well, since it was a false alarm you rang, suppose you let poor Bill
rest for a while, now, and pay attention to me. I've got something I
want to talk with you about, and which concerns our work at hockey,"
ventured Frank, anxious to divert his friend's attention from the
subject which seemed to be getting such a tremendous hold upon Lanky's
mind.
"Just as you say. All in good time I'll know who Bill is. I haven't
lost any brother that I know of, so he couldn't step in to do me out
of my rightful inheritance. So fire away, Frank. What's the dodge
you've got now. Something we can run out together in the game, that
will astonish those smarties of Clifford, who imagine that they're the
whole shooting-match?"
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Frank laughingly disclaimed any intention of paralyzing their opponents
with a brilliant play. He simply wanted to talk over certain matters
connected with the line of defense that Lanky, as the rover of the
seven, could bring to bear better than any one else.
It was nearly ten o'clock when the two visitors started up to leave.
"I'm not apt to forget. If it's half way decent we'll skate as far up
the river as we can in the morning. I wish Lanky was to be along,"
returned the other.
"Wish so too, but they made other arrangements for me on Christmas, you
see," grunted the one addressed, with a look of disgust on his face.
"We don't have dinner until evening on that day, so father can get home
in time; so you see the whole day is before us. Good-night, fellows.
You might keep an eye around you on the way home. Queer things happen
around here sometimes; and after the way Lef acted this morning I
wouldn't put anything mean past him. If he couldn't cripple us enough
in a hockey game he might take a notion to go about it some other way."
"Let him try it on, that's all," declared Lanky, gritting his teeth,
and clenching his fist aggressively, as he went out of the door into
the cold wintery night.
CHAPTER XII
"Ready, Frank?" asked Ralph West, as they stood on the ice Christmas
morning, with a dozen other fellows enjoying the frosty air.
"Just a few seconds. That left skate is always more trouble to get
fastened than the other. I suppose it's because I'm clumsy with it.
There you are. Now, let's get away, Ralph. I've got a lunch in my
pocket, in case we don't find a chance to pick up anything to eat on
our long trip."
Away the two boys went. They took it easy at the start, as might be
expected from so wise a fellow as Frank.
"I've always heard it said that when you have a day's journey ahead it
is foolish to press a willing horse at the start. Better warm up to it
slowly. So, as we are in no hurry, Ralph, suppose we just move along at
this steady pace. Time enough to hit it up later," remarked the one who
took the lead.
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"Yes, and I hope it may bring you the wish of your heart, old fellow.
Perhaps before you go to bed to-night something may have come into your
life that you've been hoping for a long time," he said, softly, yet
nodding his head cheerfully.
"That would be the greatest thing ever. Oh! I hope that if not to-day
it will come to-morrow, or the day after! I'm growing nervous waiting,
Frank."
"There's the island above. Wonder if we'll find Bill still on deck?"
remarked the other, wishing to change the subject; for he saw that
Ralph was really showing signs of the long-continued strain.
"There's somebody fishing there at the place you said. Is that Bill?"
"It looks like him. Yes, there he's waving his hand. I guess he knows
me better than I do him. We'll stop a few minutes to chat. Lanky has
got me all worked up about the fellow, too, and I'm wondering if I
could ever have met him before. But I'm not going to ask him point
blank. Lanky would say I was interfering in his preserves. Let him
think it out if he prefers."
"I want to thank you for doing us that little favor Saturday morning,"
said the boy, and the other acted as though a bit confused.
"Oh! you mean about that Lef Seller gang. That's all right. I just
happened to hear 'em talkin', and thought I'd like to tell Lanky about
it. You fellers acted square toward me the other day; but they talked
as if they'd like to jump me if they just dared. I wish they had. I was
just achin' for trouble then. Feel a little better now. They's times,
you know, when you just seem like nawthin' could fix you up but a
scrap; and I ain't a fighter naturally, either," went on Bill, who had
resumed the tending of several fish lines he had dropped through holes
chopped in the ice.
He was surprised to see the tramp actually turn red in the face, though
just why he should was a complete mystery.
"Why, yes, I did uster to have somethin' to do with 'em long ago. What
got that idee in your head. Frank?" asked the man, quickly.
"Only because the clerk in the drug store said you acted as if you
belonged to the repair gang that was up here a week ago. He had an idea
you might be," replied Frank.
"Socrates hit it wrong, then, Socrates did," said the other, with a
half grin; and then one of his lines gave evidence of having a fish
fast he started to draw it in hand over hand, until he threw upon the
ice a fine plump pickerel that would weigh at least two pounds.
"If 'twas later I'd ask you boys to stop over and have a bite of camp
fare with me; but p'raps you wouldn't hanker much after such grub as
I could set before you. When a feller has only his appetite along he
don't care much about fancy fixin's. All he wants is enough to eat and
drink. I've been a tramp a long time now, and yet I'd quit to-morrow if
I only could get the chanct. I'm right sick of it all."
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Bill went on to relate some of his queer experiences while on the
road; and he had evidently seen a host of remarkable adventures. But
not once did he refer to his past life beyond the time he joined the
knights of the railroad track and the highway.
During the ten minutes they stood there watching him, Bill pulled in
three fish, all of fair size.
"Sure you bring me good luck, Frank; wish it would carry round to some
other things, I do," declared the hobo, with a significant look on his
face.
"By the way," remarked Frank, as they prepared to move along, "better
keep an eye out for a short, dark-faced man with a terrible eye. He
answers to the name of Bill Brockholt, and has just escaped from the
penitentiary over at Lauderville. Just as like as not he might wander
along this way, and want to share your bunk here, as a sort of retired
nest where they wouldn't be apt to look for him."
"All right; I'll keep an eye out for the chap. Never heard about him.
What's he been doing to get locked up?" asked the other, and Frank
could not see any indication that he cared particularly about the
matter.
"Oh! he's a bad egg, and the Chief says there's a reward of three
hundred dollars out for him. Worth hauling in, Bill?" suggested Frank.
With that they left him there, muttering to himself. Frank had caught
those significant last sentences. He really began to feel something of
the same curiosity creep over him that had captured Lanky.
"He speaks my name as if he had known me a long time. Lanky said the
same; and there's Lef Seller, he seems to be on to his ways from the
ground up. Besides, he mentioned the drug clerk's name. Now, you see he
doesn't pay any attention to you, Ralph. That may be because you're a
newcomer in Columbia; only been here a year and a half, all told. H'm!
I wonder if he is somebody we once knew? Lanky declares it is so, and
I'm beginning to think so too."
Some of them knew Frank, and called out a greeting as he came up.
Perhaps they anticipated that his errand might be in connection with
the challenge that he had himself carried to the high school of the
upper town but a few days previous.
"Going to back down, Allen? Taking water? Hope not, for we've got it in
for you Columbia boys, day after to-morrow!" one fellow cried out.
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"Go chase yourself, Tommy Dodd. Frank Allen doesn't sneak around that
way. He's a clean sport, Frank is, and does things on the level, if
he does live in poor old Columbia," cried a third fellow, wearing the
Clifford colors on his hat.
With this sort of chaff Frank waved his hand to the group. Then he and
Ralph slipped away, and in a few minutes, turning a bend, they lost
sight of the Clifford crowd.
A few miles above this town the Harrapin began to get smaller. The
banks came closer together, and the surrounding country became much
wilder.
When noon arrived they had gone about as far as was advisable. The ice
was not so good, and the stream had become a mere winding creek.
"I fancy about twenty miles from Columbia by water, and perhaps
fourteen as the crow flies. The stream twists and turns around like
a snake up here. The railroad is near by, too. We've been ascending
all the time. Look there, you can just get a glimpse of a distant
smoke-stack. Know what that is? The penitentiary over at Lauderville."
"That's the place the convict escaped from, isn't it?" asked Ralph,
quickly.
"Yes, but we needn't think anything about that," laughed the other.
"Well, all the same, somebody's coming along like hot cakes. I can hear
skates cutting the ice to beat the band. There, I had a glimpse of him
through the bushes just then," went on Ralph.
"So did I," laughed Frank; "and do you know who it is? Just wait till
he rounds that point below, and be ready to shout. There he comes! Now,
what do you think?"
CHAPTER XIII
"Lanky!"
"Ahoy! there, you sprinters, I began to think you were headed for
the Arctic regions. Let me get my breath, will you?" and the almost
exhausted skater sank on the bent tree trunk, panting heavily.
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"Found that my people had changed their plans at the last minute, and
meant to stay home and have Christmas dinner at night. Thought of you
two ducks immediately, and what a bully good time I was missing. So I
grabbed up my skates, and put for the drink at full speed. Found you
were half an hour and more on the way; so I started in pursuit. I've
been keeping it up all this time."
"Why, we haven't raced at all, have we, Ralph? Did you stop to talk
with Friend Bill on the way, Lanky?" asked Frank.
"Who, me? Not so you could notice it. I told you I was going to dig
out that hard nut all by myself. If Bill started to tell me his whole
family history now, I'd shut up my ears and run off," declared the
other.
"Honest, now, I believe he would," laughed Frank; "he's got the most
stubborn nature ever. How'd you know but what we had quit the ice long
ago, and gone ashore some distance down."
"But then there are other fellows who might take a notion to skate up
here and explore the headwaters of the noble Harrapin?" remarked Frank.
"They don't happen to strike out just as you do. Guess I've seen your
private mark often enough to know it among ten thousand."
"I reckon you are not to be caught to-day, Lanky. See anything of the
other Bill? Shall we call him a counterfeit because he's a bad Bill?"
asked Ralph.
"No; I forgot all about him. Say, he might be somewhere around this
country. It looks tough enough to give shelter to a fellow who wanted
to hide. But I guess he wouldn't trouble us. We'd be poor picking for
a thief; and it would give him away. What made you ask that, Ralph?"
demanded the newcomer, looking curious.
"Nothing much. You see Frank was pointing out that big smoke-stack two
miles or so off there, and saying that it belonged to the penitentiary
over at Lauderville."
"Is that a fact? Phew! I didn't dream we had come that far. Perhaps
that runaway scamp did come this way when he broke out. Looks like it
would be good country for him to hide in, all right."
"Thanks for that thought, old fellow. I'm nearly all in, what with that
long pull, and uphill all the way. Glad to rest up a bit before turning
back. Wonder if we could find a farmhouse around here. I'm nearly
starved after such unusual exercise, and I happen to have some money in
my jeans, it being Christmas you know, when the coin circulates in most
homes."
"But I saw a farmhouse a mile or two back. Let's head that way and
implore them to have pity on three poor young fellows lost in the
wilds," suggested Ralph.
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your case," observed Frank; "and if you're rested, Lanky, we'll pull up
stakes and return over our course until we sight the friendly harbor.
But make up your mind that it is the cash that will influence a farmer
up here far more quickly than any hard-luck story."
"Yes, they get those every day from the army of tramps. Off we go,
then, boys," cried Lanky, jumping to his feet. "Did you stop to talk
with him on the way up?" he presently threw over his shoulder as he
sped along down the winding stream.
"Why, yes, we stopped about ten minutes at the island. He pulled out
three fine slinkers while we stood there. And he said, Lanky----"
"Here, never mind what he said. I don't want to hear it, I tell you,"
interrupted the other, putting his hands to his ears.
"Huh! I told you Bill was all right, didn't I?" came over the shoulder
of the one ahead.
"And he's promised to keep an eye out for that counterfeit Bill, what's
his name--Brockholt. There's a cool three hundred up for his arrest and
return to Lauderville. Bill, of Rattail Island, is out for the stuff,"
went on Frank.
"I'm right glad it's so. That proves he couldn't be mixed up with the
fellow they say escaped from the pen. But there's the farmhouse through
that bunch of water maples, boys. Are we going to make a try for grub?"
demanded Lanky.
"Watch us, that's all. And here's as good a place to take our skates
off as any. Look out for dogs, fellows. They all keep 'em up here, it's
so lonely for the women folks; and I imagine that every now and then
some prisoner escapes in this direction."
"My feet feel like clubs. I can hardly stand," declared Ralph.
"Jump up and down some. That'll bring about circulation of blood, and
take away the numbness. Now, come along, all who want to join the grub
skirmishers," with which Frank led the way up the bank.
"Just our luck to strike a house where there isn't any smoke, and the
good people have gone ten miles away to eat Christmas dinner with
another part of the family," grumbled Lanky, from the rear, as he
stumbled along.
"Whatever got that notion into your head?" asked Frank, turning around.
"Oh! I had it happen one time I was away. I think that was on
Thanksgiving. We floundered three miles across a marsh, in mud up to
our knees, and got to the house on the hill only to find it shut up and
cold, with a paper on the back door telling John, whoever he might be,
that they would be back to-morrow. You ought to have seen us if you
ever wanted to look on a disgusted bunch."
"Because I know you too well to believe it would end there. Confess
now that you got something to eat after all--that you broke into that
peaceful farmhouse and cooked a full dinner for the crowd."
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"Oh! I see that you've heard. Well, we did that same thing, for we were
nearly famished. But we cleaned everything up, washed the dishes, and
when we went away left two dollars on the kitchen table with a note of
apology," confessed Lanky.
"Well, that was decent of you anyhow. Catch Lef Seller and his cronies
doing anything like that. They'd have smashed things generally like
a lot of Apaches on the war-path. But you seem to be afraid that we
wouldn't find any smoke rising from this farmhouse over yonder. Take a
peep, and tell me what you think."
"Hold on," returned the other, quickly; "Ralph, are your eyes any
better than Lanky's? When he's real hungry everything looks like grub
to him. What do you say, partner?"
"Course there is. How under the sun could they get dinner without?
Think every farmhouse here is up to date with the latest fireless
cooker? Come off, now!" but neither of the others saw fit to argue the
question.
"Come along, boys! Perhaps after all our being on the spot is going to
be worth more than a mere dinner. We may be of use to save the house!"
cried Frank as he darted off, with the others dangling at his heels.
"There goes our fine dinner, hang the luck!" grunted Lanky; but all the
same he kept along at a rattling pace, and was just as eager to be of
assistance as either of his companions; Lanky often did considerable
talking, but his heart beat just as warmly as that of the next one.
"Whew! look at that, will you?" called Frank who was a few paces in
advance of his companions.
The smoke was now pouring out from one end of the farmhouse in a dense
cloud. Mixed with it they could catch glimpses of flames, showing that
it was really a dangerous conflagration, and not merely a big smudge.
People could be seen running about, and loud cries attested to the fact
that the situation was beginning to be very exciting.
"Perhaps not. Wait till we get there, and see what's what. If there's
only some water handy we may be able to do something," declared Frank.
"I see a pond close by, but of course it's frozen over. My! look at
that flame licking up the woodwork!" exclaimed Ralph.
"Faster, fellows, faster! We've just got to do something for these poor
people. If you're going to get any dinner here to-day, Lanky, you've
sure got to pitch in and work for it. Here we are, now; get to work!"
shouted Frank.
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CHAPTER XIV
"Try the barn!" answered Frank, who had found one for himself.
"Follow me with that bucket, Ralph. Here, you, Mister, find anything
you can that will hold water! It's the only chance!"
He ran to the pond close by, and selecting a spot where he believed the
ice was thin, having been broken before for watering the stock, he set
that ax to work. In a dozen seconds he had smashed a hole through the
ice.
"Fill up, and get a line busy, handing the buckets along!" he
exclaimed, as he dipped the one he had brought, and then started on a
run for the house.
Somehow the coming of these energetic boys seemed to have aroused the
people of the house to the fact that only concerted action might save
their home. They managed to find all manner of vessels that would hold
water, and under the direction of Lanky, who took up his station half
way, a regular line was formed.
Women and girls, as well as men, took part with cheerful alacrity. Hope
began to take root in their hearts once more. And at the other end
Ralph was dipping the various vessels in the hole to reach the water of
the pond, just as fast as they came to him.
"Faster, please!" shouted Frank, who was acting the part of pipeman,
and dashing the contents of the buckets on the fire.
Some of the younger ones even laughed and joked, for it is hard to
repress the spirits of youth. They thought it more of a picnic than a
calamity.
If the fire had to come it was fortunate, Frank thought, that so many
of the farmer's relatives chanced to be at the house for Christmas
dinner. With only two or three to pass the buckets there would have
been a poor chance to keep the blaze from eating deeper into the dry
framework of the building.
"Is it gaining?" cried the old lady, who was wringing her hands near by.
"Not a bit of it, ma'am! We're whipping it down! Keep up the good work,
fellows! More water! Hey! Ralph, how does the pond hold out?" shouted
the energetic Lanky, as he hurried the many kinds of vessels along,
there being dishpans, kettles used for preserving purposes, and even a
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wash-boiler, china pitchers and all sorts of galvanized and tin pails.
"Plenty where that comes from, Lanky! Hurrah for Frank! He's the boss
pipeman! Look at him bursting in at the door! Good-bye old fire when
that chum of ours hits at the fountain head! Here you are; pass it
along lively now!"
The old farmer also entered the house. Possibly he was mortally
concerned over the safety of certain things left in the sitting-room,
where his desk was located.
Although their arms ached and they could hardly continue to hand the
heavy pails along, the younger element did not cease to laugh. A couple
of buxom red-cheeked girls were ring leaders in this merriment; but
they did fine service in filling a gap in the line, and no one scolded
because they failed to see the seriousness of the occasion.
And Lanky knew what it meant. He too had watched the firemen of
Columbia doing their work during a blaze; and he had seen them cutting
into the walls in order to get at the smouldering blaze that was hidden
there.
"Here you are, Frank!" he cried, as he rushed into the house bearing
the ax.
The smoke was blinding, and for a few seconds Lanky could not see
anything even close by. He heard voices and knew that the old farmer
and Frank must be talking in the adjacent room; so he pushed on,
coughing and blinking.
Although his eyes already began to sting and smart, Lanky could see
the figures of the others there. The farmer in his excitement had
been trying to carry out his desk, and in some way it had come apart,
leaving the lower half where it had stood. Frank had just succeeded
in convincing him that it was not at all necessary to try and save
anything, as the fire was already well under control.
"Good! You receive the buckets as they come. Don't throw any more
water, but keep it ready while I tear out this place here. I think all
the fire that is left lies back of the wall in this wing off the main
building."
His suspicions were quickly verified. Hardly had the ax broken through
than a tongue of flame shot through the new opening. The fire had been
deluged with water in other places, and routed, but here, back of the
wall, it had continued to smoulder sullenly.
After a few more hearty blows, given in order to enlarge the opening,
Frank called out to his assistant.
"Now bring on your water, Lanky! Soak it in well! There, hear that fire
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hiss and splutter, will you. A little more juice, Mr. Volunteer. That's
the ticket. I guess we've got it out, all right!" he exclaimed, wiping
the perspiration from his begrimed forehead.
If the air was cold without it had been warm enough where he worked.
His eyes smarted with the pungent smoke, and his throat felt as "dry as
a Sahara," as Frank himself presently declared, when he took up a tin
pail and swallowed some of its contents.
The fire was conquered, and the farmhouse saved! Many were the loud
expressions of satisfaction from the guests. They crowded around the
three boys, and insisted upon shaking hands time after time. Indeed,
Lanky secretly declared that his arm ached more from this exercise than
from handling water pails.
"Let's clean up the mess as best we may!" cried one of the women.
"Yes, get order out of chaos!" echoed the old farmer, whose face was
now beaming with delight after his recent scare.
"Is the dinner burned up?" demanded a youngster, with tears in his eyes.
"No, that's the queer part of it," replied the good housewife; "the
fire didn't get into the kitchen at all. The dinner is cooking right
along, and not hurt one little bit."
"How is that, Mr. Baxter?" he asked. "Did you have a fire in that wing?"
"Never. We only got up here three weeks ago, after selling out below,
and buying this better farm. That wing has never been used. If the
fire began in there----" and he looked at Frank with this unfinished
sentence on his lips, as though he hardly dared give utterance to the
suspicion it aroused.
"It must have been purposely started then. You know who I am, Mr.
Baxter?" Frank went on, for he had been very much surprised to see
the old farmer here, when he supposed he lived close to the border of
Columbia, in fact not more than a mile from his own home.
"Yes, I recognized you in the start, Frank, and it was lucky for us
you came. We were all sitting here and laughing at some antics of the
youngsters, while waiting to be called to dinner, when smoke came into
the room. Then we started to look it up, and found the fire in full
swing."
"Is there any one you know who would want to see you burned out? Have
you any enemies, Mr. Baxter?" the other went on, his curiosity aroused.
"Not that I know of. It may have been an accident. Perhaps there is a
defective flue. We were having a fire in the grate for the first time
in the sitting-room, you see. But all of you boys must stop a while
with us, and help us eat the dinner that was saved. Ma will never hear
of anything else, you may be sure," and the old man gripped Frank's
hand again energetically.
"You ought to know this boy, Mr. Baxter, though he's so black now his
own mother might hardly recognize him. It's Lanky Wallace," observed
Frank, smiling at the persistence of his hungry chum.
"Why, to be sure. I have known his father these many years, and he
has been my lawyer several times. Lanky, you will be welcome a dozen
times to join us. There's plenty for all, and Ma has the name of being
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a pretty good cook. But listen, what is it your other young friend is
shouting. Let us hurry out to see."
They rushed through to the outside air. Here Ralph was calling at the
top of his voice, and pointing across the open field.
"Look yonder, fellows! What d'ye think of that? While the house burned
that escaped jailbird has been here stealing all he could lay hands
on," and Frank was astonished to see a man clad in a striped suit
running, with bundles in his arms.
CHAPTER XV
"He's been looting the upper rooms of the house, and has carried off a
lot of clothes he wants to put on to hide his striped suit!" cried the
old farmer.
"And he set the house afire to cover his work!" echoed Frank, the
thought coming into his mind like an inspiration.
The excitement, which had died down after the fire was gotten under
control, now sprang into new life. Everybody was jumping about, the
women and girls uttering little shrieks of alarm, the men growling
threats against the daring scamp who would burn a house down with as
little compunction as he might light a pipe.
His two chums were close at his heels, and a couple of men tagging
along in the rear. Neither Frank nor any one of his comrades had the
slightest idea as to what they would do when they came up with the
desperate man. He might be armed for all they knew, and could mock
their efforts to capture him.
"We're gaining on him!" gasped Ralph, when half the field had been
passed over.
"Sure. Even if he pushes into the woods we can overhaul him. It's up to
us, fellows, to get back all that plunder for the farmer. Keep right
along!" encouraged Frank, who was setting them a hot pace.
Indeed, no one would ever think, to see the rapid way in which the
three comrades sped along, that they had already skated more than
twenty miles that day; and besides this, had worked like troopers
putting out the fire which the artful thief had doubtless started.
Now and then the fugitive looked over his shoulder as he ran. He was
undoubtedly trying to gauge their progress, and compare it with his
own. The result must have been rather discouraging to him. At any rate
he presently allowed one of the two bundles he carried to drop to the
ground.
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"Whoop! he's caving! We're going to get him!" shouted Lanky.
"Faster, fellows! Scatter out and head him off! The police will get him
if he keeps on that way! Go it, you tigers! A little more ginger and
he's ours!"
It was Frank now who shouted. His object was to still further alarm the
rascal, and make him suspect that those who were searching for him must
be close at hand.
"And is running like a scared rabbit, too! See him cut it, will you?
Say, Frank, I'm nearly all in, and that fellow is fresh; do we chase
him till we drop?" exclaimed Lanky, who was staggering as he ran.
By this time they had arrived at the second and larger bundle of
clothes.
"Like as not we'd find him a hard nut to crack," remarked Ralph,
breathing with difficulty after his exertions.
"We've captured all the loot again, anyhow, and that's glory enough.
Perhaps the good woman of the house will think we're angels in disguise
roaming around the country," suggested Ralph.
"Oh! I hope not," remarked Ralph, quickly; "but what do you suppose
that fellow ever wanted with all these garments. He took enough to
dress three men, I'd think."
"It might be he had another fellow in mind. There may have been two
escaped from the stone jug, though the chief only mentioned Bill.
Anyway, here's the stuff on our hands, and now to get it back again,"
remarked Frank.
The whole family was there awaiting them. Of course the girls commenced
to clap their hands, and the others to cheer. Lanky removed his hat
with a mock dignified salute, and smiling broadly said:
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"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. It was only a little thing after all.
I guess we scared the fellow half to death. His knees began to knock
together when he saw that it was Frank Allen on his track. So he threw
away the valuable plunder, and hid himself in the big timber. Here is
your second-best suit, Mr. Baxter, safe and sound. Anything else we can
do for you, please let us know?"
Of course his merriment was contagious, and presently all were laughing
at the absurdity of the thing. Still Frank saw the old farmer, whom he
knew to be well-to-do in this world's goods, had a serious look on his
face; and he wondered why it should be so.
The rest had gone inside, but Mr. Baxter still stood there. He seemed
to be looking in the direction the fugitive had gone, and Frank, as he
joined him, could see signs of new trouble in his eyes. He wondered
what it meant.
"I don't think he'll come back again, sir," he remarked, "for we gave
him a pretty sound scare."
"It was good of you to make him drop his bundles," remarked the other;
"though if he had carried them off I don't imagine it would have
mattered much to me. I reckon the poor wretch wanted to pick out some
clothes to wear so he could throw away that tell-tale striped suit."
"No doubt of it, sir," replied Frank, readily; "but it was a terrible
thing for him to fire the house just to cover up his robbery. Chief
Hogg said he was a desperate man, and I'm ready to believe it now."
"What! did you know about him before?" asked the other, uneasily.
"Er, what was his name; did you happened to hear it mentioned?" asked
the farmer, his voice trembling in spite of his efforts to appear
unconcerned.
"Still that might be assumed. Lots of those prisoners are never known
by their real names, the warden told me," remarked the farmer, licking
his dry lips.
Then the farmer turned upon the boy, as though he had nerved himself up
to a certain point, and continued:
"You were pretty close up on him at the time he dropped the last
bundle, I suppose, Frank?"
"And could see him plainly too?" continued Mr. Baxter, eagerly.
"Why, that was easy enough. He looked around several times, too. Yes, I
would certainly know Bill Brockholt again if I ever met him."
"You see that smoke was still half blinding me. I could only make out
a flying figure that seemed to be clothed in a striped suit. Could you
describe him to me, Frank, after a fashion?" went on the farmer; and
Frank wondered more than ever why he wished to ascertain facts that
after all should interest him little, since no great damage had been
done.
"Why, he had a smooth face, and his hair was cropped close to his head,
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to begin with. You know they always keep the prisoners that way, for
many reasons?" he started in with.
"Yes, I've seen them. I went through the place once to see--but that
doesn't matter. That was two years ago. Go on, please. What about his
face, Frank?"
"Why, it was a hard one as near as I could make out. The description
said that he was a real desperate character, and I guess it hit him
off right well. Excuse me from meeting Bill in the dark anywhere, and
alone," Frank went on.
"Of course you didn't happen to be close enough to see his eyes, or
whether they were blue?" asked the other, almost holding his breath.
"Why, no, but the description said they were black, and terrible eyes
too."
"It did, eh? Said he had black eyes?" echoed the farmer, with a sigh of
relief.
"And his hair was black too, what they had left of it. I know that this
must have been the Bill Brockholt spoken of, because I could see that
he was rather a squatty fellow, undersized like."
Again the farmer breathed hard, and his eyes seemed to turn upward as
if a sigh of thanksgiving welled from the depths of his heart. And
seeing this a sudden thought flashed into the mind of the boy.
"He suspected that he knew the fellow--that it was some former hired
man who had come back to rob him; and he's glad to find out it wasn't
so," was what Frank said to himself, as he followed the farmer into the
house.
CHAPTER XVI
"Dinner is ready, folks! Please gather around the table!" called Mrs.
Baxter, as she rang a big bell vigorously.
"That's a welcome sound, sure," he said aside to Ralph. "I reckon I'm
about as hungry as a wolf."
"You mean that escaped prisoner, who must be mighty near famished. He
looked like a wolf to me. Ugh! after hearing about those terrible eyes
of his I just imagined I could see them, though it was too far away for
that," returned his comrade, also moving to the other room.
Of course the boys had liberally splashed water, and used soap to such
advantage that all the marks of the fire had been removed from their
faces. They looked at the bountifully filled table with satisfaction,
such as any three hungry lads might feel under similar circumstances.
The old farmer sat at the head, and there were fully a dozen others,
some of his own immediate family, and the rest relatives who had been
invited to share in this first Christmas dinner in the new home.
Of course a gigantic turkey graced the board, one of the farmer's own
raising. There was much merriment and laughter as the dinner proceeded.
And yet Frank, as he looked now and then at the faces of both Mr.
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Baxter and his wife, thought he could see traces of seriousness there.
"Of course, what else could you expect?" he said to himself. "Perhaps
the shock of having that fire, and the attempted robbery has upset
them. People at their time of life feel such things much more than
young folks."
The dinner came to an end at last, and as Lanky arose, he was shaking
his head as though he had some doubts concerning his ability to
continue that long trip down the Harrapin to Columbia.
"And what will the folks say when I sit down to another feed like that
to-night? They'll tell me I'm the limit, sure," he remarked dolefully.
"Oh! don't worry about that, Lanky. The run back will shake things down
a bit, and the chances are you'll be in pretty good trim to hit up your
usual pace when seven o'clock comes around," remarked Frank, who knew
the capacity of his chum in the line of a feed.
"I hope so, for it would be a shame to miss all the good things my
folks expect to ring in on the bill of fare to-day," grunted the other,
at which Frank laughed, and remarked to Ralph:
"I've always been told that the fish in the basket never looks so fine
as the one in the water. It's so with Lanky, any way. He wants to
forget the splendid dinner he's just put away, and think only of the
one ahead. How is it with you, Ralph?"
Frank knew what was passing in his mind. He did not say anything, but
could sympathize with the anxious lad.
"I suppose we might as well start at once, and take things a little
easy on the return trip. One thing seems to be in our favor, and that's
the wind," he said after considering a moment.
"In that case I rather guess Bill would hide in the brush. He's seen
all he wants of this crowd for to-day. Don't you believe he'd attack
us! The chances are he's got no weapons, having just escaped, and he
knows he'd have little show with us empty-handed. Forget Bill, Lanky.
He's a back number so far as we're concerned," and Frank waved his chum
aside.
The entire company came out to see them depart. Again there was a
vigorous handshaking all around.
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"Be sure and come and see us again soon, boys," said the motherly Mrs.
Baxter, as she stood there, her gray head covered by a gingham apron.
"We'll certainly drop in on you whenever we're up this way again, good
folks," declared Frank, breaking away from the detaining hands of the
girls.
"If you ever need a lively hustling lot of firemen, just remember us,
will you, please; and let it be on a holiday too," cried Lanky, with
one of his rare smiles.
And so they walked away toward the river, chatting as they went.
Several times Lanky turned around to wave his handkerchief, and the
others of course joked him unmercifully.
"You think it's smart, don't you, to say that?" retorted the other,
indignantly. "Well, just turn your head and look back. Is that a turkey
rack you see waving a kerchief after me, or does it look like a plump
little girl, with the prettiest eyes and rosiest cheeks you ever saw?"
"Beg your pardon, old fellow. You've made an impression, all right.
How is it you didn't know this Dora before? Didn't they used to live
somewhere near you?" Ralph asked, curiously.
"She was away most all the time at her grandma's away up in the State.
I reckon, part of the family stay there, now that the old folks are
getting feeble. There's a heap more of 'em than you saw to-day. Hey!
what was that moved in the bushes up yonder? Bet you it was that
critter sneaking back."
But it turned out to be a foraging pig that had escaped from the sty,
and was apparently wandering around looking for some soft spot to root,
which it was hardly likely to find in such bitter wintry weather.
But the conversation was not resumed at the point where the
interruption occurred, and so Ralph never knew just how large a family
the farmer possessed.
"Don't know whether I can keep up with you fellows," groaned Lanky, as
he started to strike out; "but please don't leave me far behind. That
striped zebra might think it a fine chance to take it out on me for his
being chased away up yonder."
But after he found himself warmed up Lanky was better able to put forth
more exertion, and do himself justice. The three sped along like the
wind, and the miles were placed behind them as if by magic.
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"Something like fifteen miles, I should judge, by the river; not more
than a dozen by the road," continued Frank, readily.
"Poor fellow," muttered Frank, on hearing these words. "I wish his
weary watch was over with. But it can't last much longer now. Any day,
any hour, I feel that he is going to be made the happiest boy in all
Columbia. And he deserves the best there is, Ralph does."
"There's Clifford!" said Frank, as they turned a bend, and saw skaters
on the ice; but without stopping to bandy words with any of them they
kept straight along.
"And that's Rattail Island ahead," remarked Ralph, presently, "just two
miles now, and we'll be home."
As they swept past the island both Frank and Lanky looked toward the
shack on the shore; but no signs of the tramp could they see.
"I guess he's away, trying to sell some of the fish he caught this
morning. It's a pretty blue Christmas for poor Bill, perhaps,"
commented Frank.
"Bill--seems like I was going to say it then, and plague take it if the
words didn't just stick in my throat," groaned Lanky, shaking his head.
Then they sighted the outlying houses of Columbia ahead, and none of
them were sorry, for they were somewhat stiff, and a trifle sore.
Once ashore Ralph and Frank said good-bye to Lanky, and hurried toward
the railroad station, for Ralph could not contain his impatience
longer.
CHAPTER XVII
Poor Ralph could not utter a single sound. He stood there as if rooted
to the spot, his face suddenly turning as white as chalk, and his eyes
filled with an expression of mute agony.
"Everything tied up tighter than a drum. Going to put us all back for
twenty-four hours, not to speak of the loss to the company," continued
the railroad man.
"Oh! no, nothing so bad as that. Just a couple of freights that thought
they could pass each other on a single track. It ain't ever been done
yet, but some fellers keep on trying. It's an awful smash, and the
passenger train is held beyond. They're getting the wrecking crew to
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work, but it may be nine o'clock before that express comes in here."
A sigh behind him told Frank that his chum had experienced great
relief. The suspense was to be prolonged, it seemed; but better a
thousand times that than to hear of life being sacrificed.
"Why, of course not. It wasn't within thirty miles of the place when
the smash came along. We're a single track road, and till they get the
wreck cleared up or burnt nary a train can get by. Expecting any one on
her, Frank?" said the official, who, like nearly every other inhabitant
of Columbia, knew the lad because of the prominent part he had always
taken in the athletic triumphs of the high school boys upon track,
diamond and gridiron.
"No, but my friend was. Come on, Ralph; there's no use waiting around
here if the train can't get in until to-night. Let's go to the house
and rest up the balance of the day. We sure deserve it," and linking
his arm in that of his chum Frank walked away.
"Oh! what a scare he gave me!" said Ralph; "what if it had been the
express that was wrecked, and I lost my mother even before I had ever
known her? You don't blame me for feeling trembly like, do you, Frank?"
"Well, I guess not. It was enough to give any fellow a scare. But try
and forget it now. We can have dinner nicely at seven, and then walk
over to see the stalled train come in. If Uncle Jim and the lady are
aboard we'll be there to meet them. But I'm surprised that he never
wired you from San Francisco when the steamer docked. It isn't like my
lawyer uncle. Perhaps they missed the _Empress of Japan_ after all, and
are coming on the next boat."
"That may be so; but somehow I seem to feel it right here that she is
near me. Perhaps she wanted to surprise me, and that is why they didn't
wire. But I've waited so long now, I suppose a few hours more or less
won't matter much," and Ralph again sighed.
Leaving the station they went on to find that Mr. Allen had arrived
from the south on a train that came in an hour previous. He quickly
noticed several burns in Frank's coat, and asking questions was soon
told the whole story. Frank was for belittling the adventure, but his
father being a business man, asked leading questions, even turning to
Ralph to help out.
In this way he heard all, even to the chase of the escaped convict, who
had undoubtedly set the farmhouse afire the better to hide his robbery.
"Oh! hardly that, dad. They'd have got their wits together soon, and
done what we did in good time. We just happened to start things going,
that's all," said Frank, who somehow always tried to belittle his own
work while ready to applaud that of a friend or chum, even an enemy on
occasion.
"Well, you may say so, but I doubt it. I know men, and that once
they get rattled and lose their heads nothing can be done unless
some strong-minded fellow happens along to take the lead. But by the
way, it's strange that your meeting with Baxter has just reminded me
of a matter that slipped my mind in the hurry of going to keep that
appointment in New York City. And this is the twenty-fifth too, making
the paper due to-morrow. It's too bad, and Baxter will be put to no end
of trouble if he doesn't get that paper in my hands by eight o'clock
to-morrow morning."
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"What's that, sir?" asked Frank, with a vague idea that his father had
for once let a cog slip in his usually well organized machine.
"Why, you see, Baxter has a paper which I told him I would send for
before it was needed. In going away so suddenly on important business
I quite allowed that fact to slip my mind. I shall have to send some
one up for it, I suppose; but the trouble is who to send. This is
Christmas, and everybody wants to stick home."
"But think of all you boys have been through to-day. It's a shame to
let you go on such an errand, when I might run up myself," continued
the gentleman.
"Count me in, Frank. Anything to pass the time away until nine
o'clock," he said.
"You see, he's expecting Uncle Jim and that lady on the train that was
due nearly half an hour ago, and that accident to the freights up the
road has blocked things so the express has to lie over up there, and
won't get in till nine. But tell me what you want done, sir, and we'll
go right away," and Frank started to hunt out a couple of warm fur
coats that could be used on the trip.
"Well, what do you think of this, Ralph? Ever see such a tremendous
day? Seems as though everything were knocked into one long line of
happenings. And I hope, pard, that it will wind up with just the most
glorious luck for you. Why, by the way things are running, it just
can't help it, that's what. Say, suppose Lanky happened to spy us
whirling past his house, and heading up that way, don't you think he'd
whoop after us a little? Guess he'll believe one of us had gone sweet
on that little rosy-cheeked Dora Baxter, and meant to make a quick call
to see if there were any more fires that needed putting out."
Frank laughed at the conceit. They had bundled into the fine car owned
by Mr. Allen, and which Frank knew well how to drive, for he had always
taken a great interest in all sorts of mechanical devices.
Once upon the road they headed into town, as there was a short-cut
Frank knew that would save more than a mile.
"Talk of an angel and you hear its wings!" cried Ralph, pointing, "for
there's our chum Lanky right now, gaping at us. Pull in to the side of
the road Frank!"
"Say, fellows, what's all this mean. Thought you could sneak past, and
pretend not to see an old friend, eh?" exclaimed Lanky, as the car
pulled in.
"Look at him, still dangling his skates!" cried Frank. "I declare if
he's even been home since he left us. Now, what d'ye suppose the fellow
has been doing all this half hour?"
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"That's just the limit, and me wondering how I'm ever going to do my
share in getting away with the dinner my folks will spread out this
same evening. Chuck it, boys, and let me down easy. But where are you
off to, so gay? Seems to me you're in an awful big hurry for a ride, so
soon after getting back from that long run?"
"No use, Ralph, he's on, all right. You'll have to find another pair
of rosy cheeks, it seems," he remarked.
"Why, you see, to tell the honest truth, we were on our way back to the
farm," admitted Frank, as if apologizing.
"What farm? Look here, you don't mean Baxter's place, do you," asked
the other.
Frank nodded.
"Well, there was some talk of a fellow forgetting his heart when he
came away. We thought we might go up and look for it. Little good he'd
be as a hockey rover, without that useful article."
"Oh! quit your kidding, Frank. And make room in there, fellows. I'm
going along with you, see?" with which Lanky deliberately squeezed in
alongside Ralph, who occupied the tonneau seat.
"Did you ever see such nerve?" exclaimed Frank, as he once more started
the car, "nobody asked him, but he comes anyhow. Here, get that rug
around you, Lanky. It's cold work riding at a mile-a-minute clip. And
as we hum along perhaps friend Ralph there will whisper to you just why
we're once more bound for our old stamping grounds. It's no fire this
time, only a document needed."
When Lanky learned of the peculiar circumstance that was taking his
comrades up to the Baxter place, he just lay back and grinned amid the
furry robes.
"My lucky day, boys, and you can't deny it; else why did I meet you
again?" he remarked.
CHAPTER XVIII
"Going to cross over at Clifford?" asked Ralph, after they were well
started.
"The upper bridge will do better. You see the road is much finer on our
side of the river. I've been over them all many times, and ought to
know," replied Frank.
"Haven't let that zebra drop out of your minds, have you, boys?" asked
Lanky.
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"Oh! that poor chap isn't going to hug the public roads," remarked
Frank, positively, "he knows it would be too dangerous for an escaped
prisoner. By this time I guess he's hovering around some other lonely
farmhouse, bent on getting some food and a change of clothes. He can't
go anywhere with those striped things on."
"Do you know I've somehow got an idea he'll follow the river down,"
said Ralph.
"If he does he'll hit up with our friend Bill--Bill--oh, the fellow
on Rattail Island. I thought I was just going to say it then, but I
didn't, not so you could notice it. And Bill has been warned, so he'll
be on the watch. Three hundred dollars did they say, Frank? That would
be a mighty nice little nest-egg for Bill, and buy him a new evening
suit," laughed Lanky.
"Hold your jaw, now, fellows; I'm going to hit her up right here.
You'll get the toothache if you talk in this cold wind," remarked
Frank, as he gave the speedy car her head over a smooth stretch of road.
Frank did not dare turn to look at him while going at this forty miles
an hour speed; but he allowed his form to shake as if with silent
laughter.
"I bet you she goes better than this old machine ever could, and you
can say what you please," observed Lanky, standing up stoutly for the
prized product of his hands and brain.
Had it been summer and the road in first-class condition Frank would
have raised his machine to top-notch speed; but he had already reached
the limit of safety under the circumstances, and was not to be tempted
to hasten faster. He imagined that Lanky, in his impatience to get to
the farmhouse the sooner, was only nagging him on for a purpose.
"We're getting there, all right," the eager one finally said, as,
having crossed the narrow river by means of a bridge they once more
headed north.
"Given five minutes more and we'll arrive. What are you craning your
neck for, in that way, Lanky? Think you see smoke again?" demanded
Frank, as he felt the other thrusting his head close to his shoulder.
"Oh! shucks! no. I just wanted to get the first squint of the house on
the little hill," replied the other.
"Bless his innocent little heart, does he suppose that poor girl has
been standing there all this time watching for his return?" jeered the
driver.
"Have your fun, sillies," answered Lanky, composedly. "It doesn't faze
me one little bit. There, I can see a peak of the house, boys. It's all
right."
"He speaks as though he might have been worried about whether the
fire started up again after we left, and finished the job. No, the
red-cheeked Dora still has a stout roof over her pretty head. And as
sure as you live, there she is, standing in the doorway, waving to us!"
cried Ralph.
"Where? Let me see!" and Lanky stood up to make sure; after which he
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deliberately pulled out his handkerchief, and answered the greeting.
Dora, it turned out, had just been about going out to feed the chickens
when she saw the car turn in at their gate; and possibly waved without
knowing who the occupants were, though she never admitted that much.
The surprise of the farmer and his good wife was great when they saw
the trio of lads who had eaten dinner with them but a few hours since,
come whirling up to the door in a handsome car.
"Don't you believe him, sir," cried Lanky, indignantly; "he's got an
errand to do for his father, Mr. Allen. And the rest of us came along
to make sure he didn't get lost. He needs a keeper most of the time."
"Come in, boys," said the farmer, as he shook hands all around; "we
didn't dream we'd see you so soon, though Dora I believe, did say she
thought you'd be up again before a great while. You're welcome to stay
a week with us if you will."
"You see, Dora knew. I told you Lanky wasn't asking all those
questions about how you got here by road for nothing. Thank you,
sir, we'll go in for a little while. My father did send me up to get
something from you," he remarked.
"Oh! you must mean that document. I was thinking of it last night when
I took it out of the lower drawer of my desk to look over it, and it
struck me then that he said he would send for it before the time had
elapsed. To think of you coming all the way back here, after what
you've been through to-day. It's mighty kind of you, Frank, and the
rest of you, too."
"Don't mention it, sir. Why, it's just prime fun to sit there and
be whirled along at a mile-a-minute clip. Better than the labor of
skating, easy though that is. And so far as the rest of the bunch goes,
why, they were only too glad to come. I couldn't keep one of them away,
for he piled in as soon as he heard we were headed for the Baxter
ranch."
So the three boys followed the farmer into the sitting-room. Here it
was, Lanky remembered having seen him groping in the smoke and trying
to drag his desk toward the door, it doubtless holding all his papers
of consequence, since there was no house safe visible.
"Just sit down for a minute, please, and I'll get the document."
Mr. Baxter drew open the large lower drawer of his desk. After fumbling
around a short time he bent lower to look closer. Then he seemed
to grow a bit excited, for getting down on his knees he started a
systematic search through the entire contents of the almost full drawer.
"Why, that paper's gone! I know it was safe last night, for I remember
putting it there, and locking the drawer. It was locked now, you saw,
but the document has strangely disappeared," he said, as if greatly
worried.
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"Say, it couldn't be possible that rascal who set fire to the house
nabbed it, could it?" suggested Lanky, promptly.
"Nonsense! I don't believe he was in here at all. You remember that the
whole family had gathered here. I suppose there was somebody in this
room every minute of the time all morning, and up to our arrival. You
see the drawer is well filled with papers, Mr. Baxter; do you generally
have it that way?" he asked.
"Why, yes, usually so," came the ready reply; "but why do you ask that,
Frank?"
"I was thinking that possibly the paper might have caught when you
pulled the drawer open just now. In that case it would have fallen down
behind, or underneath. Suppose you let me see, sir?"
Frank immediately got down on his knees. It was the work of a second to
pull the lower drawer completely out, leaving a yawning cavity, into
which he thrust his arm, while the others watched with deep interest.
"I feel something--there, is that your document, sir?" and Frank handed
over the rustling paper he had drawn forth.
"As sure as you live. Well, it seems as though I'm always going to be
indebted to you boys for favors. But what are you after now, Frank?"
for again was the other reaching in the cavity.
"I thought I felt something else in there, sir. You see there's quite
a vacancy between the bottom of the drawer and the base board of the
desk," and even while he was speaking Frank drew forth another object,
which he passed over to the hands of the old farmer, which were visibly
trembling as they received the same, so that he nearly let it fall to
the floor.
Lanky and Ralph saw that it was an old but stout looking pocketbook. It
had evidently been lying snugly in that cavity a long while, and might
have continued there, its presence unknown and unsuspected, only for
the valuable paper being lost, and found through Frank's ingenuity.
Mr. Baxter sat there on the floor staring at that old pocketbook as
though its unexpected reappearance had frightened him. He handled it
reverently as he undid the strap, and opening the leather receptacle
disclosed a large amount of money in bills.
One would think the recovery of such a treasure ought to make any
person laugh with joy. It seemed to have just the contrary effect on
him, for he groaned from the depths of his heart, and shook his head,
while tears dropped on the pocketbook.
Frank and Ralph looked at each other, with sympathy in their eyes. But
Lanky jumping to his feet plainly excited, muttering:
"Willie! Willie Baxter; that's it! I've got it, Frank! Didn't I tell
you I knew it would come to me sooner or later. Willie! 'call me just
Bill!' he said. Don't you see, it's all right. He said don't you know
'they're gone, and I'm out in the cold?' He was hoping to eat Christmas
dinner with his folks, poor old top! Shake hands on it, Frank. You see
it's got to be a pretty tough tangle that gets me _all_ the time. Oh!
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you Bill, I know you now, if you have grown older, and raised a beard.
Hurrah!"
CHAPTER XIX
FOUND AT LAST
Frank put a finger to his lips, and with another hand warned Lanky.
"Why, I tell you it's all right, Frank; I've guessed that puzzle," said
the other; but Frank drew him hastily aside.
Mr. Baxter still sat there upon the floor, and seemed to be so
utterly lost in contemplation of the recovered pocketbook that he had
apparently heard not a word of what Lanky said.
"It's sure him, Frank, his boy Willie. I used to know him about four
years ago. He was a tall boy then, a young man I guess, and looked
sickly. When he went off people around here thought he was with his
grandfather up-state. Now you heard what he said. He believed the boy
stole that pocketbook. They had a squabble, and Willie hit it for the
tramps' paradise. I reckon the old man will be mighty glad to get him
back again."
"Keep still, can't you, Lanky?" urged Frank; "it's all very fine to
imagine such a thing; but suppose you made a mistake--think of the
grief of this couple? He hasn't noticed anything you said, so just keep
a quiet tongue in your head a little while longer."
"But Frank, sure you wouldn't keep him in suspense any longer, now that
he knows he wronged the boy," protested Lanky, plainly disturbed.
"A few more hours won't hurt any," persisted his chum, "and it'll
give you a chance to make good. You want to be dead sure you're right
before you tell him. See Bill, and put it to him straight. Then, if he
confesses, bring him here, or take the old man to him. Do you get my
point now?"
"Then get that look off your face. Anybody would believe you knew
the secrets of the universe to watch you. Try and seem natural. He's
getting up, now, and begins to realize that he isn't alone."
Mr. Baxter slowly reached his feet. His face was white, and in his eyes
rested a most forlorn and mournful look. Frank's heart reproached him
for having influenced Lanky to hold off even for a short time, because
it seemed to be only adding to the load being borne by the repentant
father.
So Lanky, still hardly convinced that he was doing what was best, half
turned his head away as Mr. Baxter approached, as though unwilling to
face him.
"You see, boys, this pocketbook has been lost for several years. I
never once dreamed that it could have slipped back of that drawer.
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Fifty times have I taken every scrap out of the thing, in the hopes of
finding it somewhere. And to think it was lying there within a foot of
my hand all the time; and I had been tempted to do the most foolish act
of my whole life."
He sighed deeply and shook his head. Then he put the article away in
his pocket, as though lacking the will just then to show it to his
wife. He knew what bitter memories it would arouse.
"Is there anything needed done with this document, Mr. Baxter?" asked
Frank.
"You mean in the way of signatures? No, all that has been duly attended
to, and I was only waiting for your father to send for it as he
promised. The excitement of moving drove it out of my head until last
night. Just hand it to him, Frank. And tell him about the strange
finding of the pocketbook. He will understand, for he was my counsellor
at the time; only in my stubbornness I declined to follow his advice.
Would to Heaven that I had."
Lanky had sought out Dora and was already laughing and chatting, as
though he had succeeded in readily chasing the other matter out of his
mind.
"Why, yes, as this was a mere business trip, and not a visit. Some
other time, perhaps, we can run up to stay longer," remarked Frank,
winking at Ralph.
"Well, I suppose I must, if you say so, because there's no other way to
get back home except to skate, and I'm too tired to try that long trip
again," and Lanky accordingly bade adieu to the merry red-cheeked girl
who seemed to have made considerable of an impression on him.
"Lacks three minutes of four. We've been here more than half an hour,
you see," was the reply.
"What's a measly half hour among friends, hey?" asked Lanky, "might
just as well hooked up till five or half-past. Why, this speedy spinner
would take us home in twenty minutes or so, if we wanted. I didn't
expect it of you, Frank. Thought you were a better friend of mine."
"I'm the best friend you've got, Lanky. A comrade often has to drag his
chum away from temptation. Besides, I had other plans arranged, which I
haven't seen fit to mention, yet."
"Oh! all right, just as you say. Anyhow I'm glad I came," and the
other's face cleared like magic as he suddenly recollected that
the great problem which had for so long been confronting him, was
apparently solved.
"Of course you are. And take my advice about that matter. Be sure
you're right before you awaken new hopes in the hearts of those good
people. They've suffered enough as it is, and to excite their minds
again only to meet disappointment I'd call positively a crime. All in?"
"I am, thank you," replied Ralph, who had donned the heavy wolfskin
coat belonging to Frank's father.
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"Ditto here," sang out Lanky; "this fine old bearskin rug is just the
boss when it comes to bucking up against a mile-a-minute breeze. Wish
I had a pair of goggles like you fellows. You see I am compelled to
duck behind the glass wind shield pretty much all the time, or have my
eyes blown out. Why, we'll be home by half-past four; and we don't have
dinner till seven."
"Listen to him, wondering how he's ever going to hold out all that
time. Here, I've got that cold lunch still in the pocket of my coat.
You might grab that, and help tide over, old fellow," chuckled Frank,
as he started the car.
"Thank you, but I reckon I can get on without a wedge between my two
Christmas dinners. Careful of the gatepost now, in going out, Frank.
Here! hold on," and Lanky actually thrust out an arm to pull at the
sleeve of the grizzly coat Frank wore.
"To tell the honest truth, Frank, I was thinking that Columbia lay in
exactly the other quarter, back of us," confessed the bewildered boy.
"Then what under the sun are you heading this way for? Believe that
the longest way around is the shortest way to the fire, eh? Or are you
meaning to give us a little more push for our money, now that we're out
for sport?"
Ralph had started when Frank spoke. He looked at the driver of the car
as Frank turned his head; for they were moving slowly as yet.
"Oh! I know," he exclaimed, with a thrill in his voice; "and it's awful
good in you, Frank. I'll never forget it, never!"
"Here, what's all this mystery mean? Ain't I in the game at all?"
demanded Lanky, indignantly.
"That's so, you haven't been told," remarked Frank. "You knew Ralph
was expecting somebody on the train this afternoon. Well, we heard
that there was a freight wreck about thirty miles up the road, and
everything will be stalled until perhaps nine to-night. Since we're
nearly half way up to the place I thought it might be nice to keep
right on."
"Bully for you, Frank! A clever stunt it was for you to think of. And
now we're headed for the scene of the wreck. Ralph, ain't it the boss
thing to meet up with such a pard as that?" and Lanky clapped his
companion on the back as he Spoke.
"There never was such a chum before, and never will be again. I don't
know what I don't owe to him in the year I've known him. I'd go
through fire and water if I could only hope to return one-tenth of the
debt," said Ralph, a little brokenly, for the poor fellow was much
disturbed.
"Don't say that, Ralph, when you know the pleasure I've had out of your
company has already more than paid me back for any little things I
may have done. Get that notion out of your head. And now cuddle down,
Lanky, for here's where we hit it up lively."
They were quickly flying along the road again, headed north as a
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general rule. Frank was compelled to pay strict attention to his
business, for there were poor stretches where it became necessary to
steer with great caution, or slacken the speed considerably.
Ralph had said nothing for ten minutes, and Lanky knew enough to keep
what he called a "stop on the clapper of his bell," for talking is next
to impossible when making such swift progress.
No doubt Ralph was thinking of what lay ahead of him, and hugging wild
hopes to his heart. The past had been leading up to this climax for
more than a year. Ever since that first remittance had reached him,
with its strange note, advising him to secure the education he craved,
doubtless Ralph had wondered, and dreamed dreams, as any boy with an
imagination may build castles in Spain.
Frank immediately turned off the "juice," as Lanky called it, and put
on the brake, so that the forty horse-power machine came to a speedy
halt.
The short December day was at its close. Already it could be said to be
twilight, and things were growing a little dim in the distance. Frank
would have had to stop and light up presently, even if this halt had
not been forced upon him.
"Same old story," gurgled Lanky; "those who ride in automobubbles must
expect to meet up with disappointments. Room to get by, Frank?"
"Oh! plenty. But let's stop and see if we can be of any assistance."
"There's a couple of chaps sprawled out under the car, and I reckon
they ought to be enough to do the trick. But you're always ready to do
the Good Samaritan act, I know, so pull up then," grumbled Lanky, who
wanted to be always on the move.
Frank allowed his car to stop within a few feet of the other. He saw
that there was a lady in the other machine, but she was a stranger to
him.
"Hello! Frank, is that you?" said a voice that thrilled the boy.
Ralph jumped to his feet, tossing the goggles aside. Instantly his
eager eyes were glued upon the form of the lady in the other car. She
too had half risen at the words of her companion, and it could been
seen that she was anxiously looking at the three boys.
"What is it, Mr. Allen? Oh! please tell me!" she exclaimed, tremblingly.
Ralph could not be kept back a second longer. He sprang wildly out of
the car, and to the side of the other. The lady leaned forward. She
caught hold of his arm and drew him closer, for the light was very poor.
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Frank Allen fairly held his breath. He could not have moved for a
kingdom just then. One long eager look she took, while the boy stood
there. It was enough. Just what her loving mother heart saw words could
never paint; but she suddenly drew Ralph into her embrace, and simply
whispered the most delightful words that had ever fallen upon the ears
of the tempest-tossed lad:
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Even stoical Lanky was deeply affected by the sight. He turned his head
away, and in secret drew out his handkerchief to wipe his eyes.
But boys can soon recover from such emotions. The lady and Ralph were
talking confidences, forgetting the whole world around them in their
great joy.
"Nothing at all, if you can crowd us in. I'll pay this man off, and
let him fix his old car as he pleases. It was the best we could get to
carry us along. She was fretting her poor heart out over the delay at
the end of the long trip, and since it promised to save us some hours
we finally hunted up a man who owned a machine, and started. But it has
been slow work. This is the third breakdown, mind you."
Judge Jim laughed as he spoke. He had been away from his law practice
for months now, in this chase for Mrs. Langworthy, who was flitting
from one country to another with her brother, Arnold Musgrove. But as
he said, he needed a long rest, and she, being immensely wealthy, would
see to it that he did not suffer financially for his devotion to her
cause.
Ralph immediately insisted on helping his mother out and into the other
car, as well as securing her small packages, her luggage being still on
the train.
Lanky had become wonderfully quiet. He sat there beside Frank, Ralph
having given him the goggles and the fur coat he had worn; while the
big rug sufficed to keep him warm. Lanky was thinking deeply. This had
indeed been the most eventful day in all his young life, and he could
never forget what had come under his observation between the hours of
sunrise and twilight.
"How surprised father will be when you walk in on him, Uncle Jim?"
remarked Frank, over his shoulder when they had gone ten miles or so at
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an even pace.
"Indeed, I shall never want to leave him again, never! Heaven has been
so good to me, I cannot be thankful enough. And I strongly suspect
that I owe most of my present happiness to Frank Allen," said Mrs.
Langworthy, positively.
"Hear! hear! I second the motion!" exclaimed Lanky, trying to clap his
hands.
As they crossed over the bridge at Clifford, Lanky looked eagerly down
the river, as though hoping he might even see a campfire on Rattail
Island; but it was too far away for this. He shook his head stubbornly.
"I won't get out now, but as sure as fate I'm going to come up here
again to-night, tired or not, and settle that question once and for
good," he was muttering.
In a very few minutes now they had arrived at the Allen home. In
front of the house Frank brought the car to a full stop. Uncle Jim
was already out, and Ralph was oh! so tenderly, helping his mother to
alight. How proudly she leaned on his arm, as though the happiest woman
in the world!
"Hey, Frank," said Lanky, as he too jumped from the machine, "I don't
know how you feel about it, and it's a shame to ask you to move another
step to-night; but along about nine o'clock I'm going to skate up to
see Bill. Consider that an invitation to come along, though I reckon
you'll be so busy listening to the wonderful things here you'll never
dream of accepting."
"That's where you're wrong, old fellow. Call in here for me when the
time comes. And excuse me now, for I want to be in the reception
committee."
Lanky limped off, whistling, while Frank ascended the steps, his legs
seeming almost like two sticks, after all the violent exercise of that
wonderful day.
Mr. Allen was indeed surprised when he saw his brother Jim. And
moreover, both he and his good wife showed the keenest delight when
they discovered that the impressive looking middle-aged lady back of
the lawyer had her arm around Ralph.
They knew from that it was all right, and that the poor boy's long
night had indeed changed into a glorious dawn.
It was a happy party that sat down to that Christmas cheer. Uncle Jim
declared that he did not mean to speak one word about his amazing
search until the following day, when they would be in better condition
to listen to his story, and also that of the lady.
He simply observed that he had finally come upon them, and that upon
being accused of kidnapping the only child of his rich sister many
years before, Arnold Musgrove had confessed the truth, and then fled,
never wanting to look again on the face of the one he had wronged so
terribly.
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Frank, though dead tired, was supremely happy. He had seen one
delightful solution to a deep mystery, and there promised to be still
another. More than once he half resolved to change his mind with regard
to going out again that night; but if Lanky could stand it, there was
no reason why he should not.
When he had a few minutes to speak with his father later he concluded
to tell him all about it.
"You got that paper, I hope, Frank?" Mr. Allen had remarked.
"Oh! yes, sir; I laid it in the top drawer of your desk. Be careful
when you open it that the document is not drawn back and lost,"
remarked Frank.
His father look curiously at him, for this was rather an odd remark to
make.
"I can plainly see that you have some object in saying that, my boy,"
he smiled.
"I have, for within a few hours it happens, that I've seen such a thing
occur. Father, you knew all about Willie Baxter, didn't you?"
"Yes. His father consulted with me at the time he lost that pocketbook.
Perhaps I shouldn't confide this to you; but something tells me that
you already know of it. Did the farmer tell you?" asked the gentleman.
"What? Do you mean it's been found again? Then I was right, and he
wrong. Well, I'm glad, and sorry at the same time; for while Baxter
knows now that Willie was innocent of that crime, four years have
passed without his seeing the boy. The chances are he will never set
eyes on him again; for Willie may have died, or be an inmate of some
prison, sent there through that act of his foolish father."
"How does that come, Frank?" demanded the gentleman, showing great
concern.
"Here, now that you've excited my curiosity, just sit down five minutes
and tell me what happened up there when you dropped in on Baxter. I can
see that it must have been something out of the common run," declared
the gentleman, pulling Frank down beside him on the lounge.
"Oh! it was, I can tell you, sir. It just thrilled us through and
through. If you could have seen the old gentleman sitting there on the
floor, and fondling that found pocketbook, while he was reproaching
himself all the time for his cruelty to Willie, you'd say the same.
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I'll never forget it, nor will Lanky."
"Stop that, and commence to talk coherently. It's all like Greek to me,
remember."
So Frank gave a rapid sketch of what had really happened to make him
investigate back of the lower drawer in Mr. Baxter's desk; and what he
had found there besides the missing document.
"It's really amazing how things come out," the gentleman declared, with
feeling. "And to think that my boy has been instrumental in bringing
about happiness in two different quarters! I'm well satisfied with your
course, Frank. A man never had a boy dearer to his heart than you are
to your mother and myself. When will you see this poor fellow up there
in his lonely camp, and bring him good cheer--in the morning, I hope?"
"Oh! Lanky couldn't sleep a wink unless he finished that part of his
job to-night. So he's going to drop around here about nine, and we'll
take a little run up the river to interview Bill," he remarked.
"I'm afraid you're overdoing this thing. You must be ready to drop
after going through what you have to-day. Better wait until morning,
son," cautioned Mr. Allen.
"If I did, Lanky wouldn't; and I want to see Bill when he hears the
good news. I feel better since that second dinner. Eating so much is
more apt to founder us than the exercise, for we're used to that. To
skate four miles doesn't require much exertion. I'll be careful, dad, I
promise you," Frank continued.
"Well, it's about nine o'clock now, and there's a ring at the door, so
I suppose Clarence has arrived on time," laughed the gentleman--it was
usually only at home Lanky went by his real name, and it always sounded
odd to hear it.
"Will you try and keep Mrs. Langworthy and Ralph here over night?"
asked Frank.
"N--no, can't say I ever did, but you see just now you might be excused
for wanting to stick home, where there's so much going on. Glad you're
going to take the little turn with me. It's lonesome skating by
yourself at night. But horses couldn't hold me back, once I've made my
mind up."
"As if I didn't know that, Lanky. Wait up till I get on my sweater and
heavy pea-jacket, and then I'll be with you. I want to tell you though,
right now, that I'm as stiff as an old man of ninety. When I sit down
I can hardly get up out of my chair again. Just think what we've been
through to-day, will you?" said Frank.
"Oh! that'll all wear off before you get to the ice," remarked Lanky,
cheerfully. "I'm somewhat cracked myself, and every time I take a step
it seems like my bones would creak like a rusty hinge. But think of
that poor old chap sitting by his lonely fire, with not a bit of good
cheer, and this Christmas night, too! Why, I'd be tempted to try and
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get there if I was afraid I'd drop on the way."
"Don't I know it? You've got the biggest heart ever, Lanky. But then
you deserve all the pleasure that's coming to you in this thing.
Haven't you been worrying your head nearly off about who Bill was? And
I've been thinking about it too; I guess you must be right, for I can
remember that he does look something like Dora."
"There, that'll do for you," retorted the other. "Ready? Then strike
out for the river, and we'll be flying up in three shakes of a lamb's
tail. Move on!"
CHAPTER XXI
"Give us a hand, Frank. Honest, now, I'm that stiff I can't get up
myself," and Lanky, after making several violent efforts, sank back
with a grunt.
"Here you are, then; but it's a case of the blind helping the blind.
I'm not much better off myself, though able to move without a crutch,"
with which remark Frank jerked his chum erect.
"Yes, and the tumble will be all the more complete if we both go over
in a heap. But I guess those long legs of yours will soon get working
all right, Lanky."
"Why, I feel better already. Once warmed up, and the joints begin to
work without so much creaking. But, honest Injun, Frank, I don't seem
to hanker after this little skate as much as usual."
"Same here. But it won't be long. We're about half way up to the
island now, and still going some," remarked the other in his optimistic
fashion.
"I thought I did too, a bit ago, but some tree must have come between.
No, there it is again. That's Bill's campfire, all right, never fear,
Lanky."
"I don't see how he could well help it," returned Frank.
"I hope nothing stops us in our little game," remarked the other.
"Oh! no, it isn't that. I was only wondering whether anything could
have happened to Bill since we saw him last. It struck me then that he
was kind of in the dumps. I hope he's all right," said Lanky.
"Oh! splash! you're tired, and only trying to imagine things, that's
all. Look for yourself, and see his fire burning. That's evidence of
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Bill being on the spot. And just then I saw some person pass in front
of the blaze. It's all right, Lanky."
"But look there," said the other skater, "who's that crossing from the
shore to the island? I declare, two, three of 'em. Bill's going to have
more company than just us two."
Frank was surprised himself to discover the moving figures. They seemed
to be endeavoring to advance with more or less caution, as though
desirous of coming upon the camper without any notice.
"A set of tramps meaning to gobble poor old Bill's camp, and capture
anything he's got," muttered Lanky, as the two boys skated quietly
behind an outlying spur of the island, where they too could advance
without being noticed.
"Hold on, apparently you didn't notice all I did," said Frank, in a low
but earnest tone.
"Why those three chaps were dressed in uniform; and unless my eyes
deceive me in this moonlight the big fellow in the lead had a mighty
familiar look, Lanky."
"You don't mean Chief Hogg?" exclaimed the one addressed, in rising
alarm.
"Just the one I did mean. I'm almost sure it was our old friend,"
replied Frank.
"But what could he want up here, and with our pard, Bill?"
"Wait and we'll see, that's all," came from Frank, as they kept on
silently advancing so as to come upon the fire.
"Keep still, now; we're nearly there. Creep up behind this clump of
bushes at the point, and let's see the show," whispered Frank.
In another minute they had drawn close enough to easily see the tramp.
He was sitting there looking into the heart of the blazing fire; and
Frank imagined that Bill seemed rather glum, as though his thoughts
were not very happy ones.
"Look at the bushes just back of him--something moving there. What did
I tell you? It's Chief Hogg, and he's coming out," whispered Frank.
"With two of his men in tow. Oh! what has Bill been doing? I hope
nothing serious, nothing to get him trouble just when things look rosy
for the poor chap."
Bill sprang up a few seconds later. He looked with some surprise at the
three uniformed men so near by; but Frank noticed that the tramp did
not seem to be at all alarmed at his situation.
"Don't try to get away, you!" said the big officer, threateningly.
"I'm not likely to, mister. Come and sit down beside my blaze. Glad you
dropped in on me. Must have known I wanted a little help just about
now."
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Chief Hogg walked straight up to the tramp and looked in his face. He
even put out his hand and felt of the straggly beard as if desirous of
making sure that it was genuine, and not assumed.
"'Taint him, Whalen! That imp Lef Seller done us up when he sent us on
this fools' errand," he remarked, vigorously, turning to one of his
companions.
"But we want to make sure. They say that Bill Brockholt's a crafty
cove, all right," declared one of the minions of the law, suspiciously.
"Well, say, he's only been out of the stone jug a couple of days, and
this critter's got a beard that's been growing some months. No, 'taint
the Bill we want," and the stout chief shook his head in disgust as he
contemplated the two mile return trip.
"But we might as well grab this feller on some charge, after all our
trouble. Just think up something or other, Chief. Never like to come
in empty-handed, after startin' out for game," persisted the other
officer, stepping around so as to cut off any possible flight, should
the tramp dream of attempting it.
"Come on; now's the time to say a good word for Bill," he remarked.
"Why, if it ain't Frank Allen! What's the good word, my boy?" asked the
stout official, who regarded Frank as the finest boy in all Columbia.
"We've been up-country at the new Baxter farm, and had the pleasure of
helping to put a fire started by the very rascal you're looking for,
Bill Brockholt. Not only that, but we helped chase after him until he
dropped the clothes he was carrying off to make use of in changing from
his striped convict suit. He was just what they described him in that
circular, a foot shorter than this man, and with a smooth face."
Bill had stepped forward while Frank was talking, and the boy, who had
purposely mentioned that name, saw the start he gave.
He nudged Lanky in the ribs again, as if to say: "It's all right; this
is the Bill you're looking for; he gave himself away that time!"
"Too bad you didn't get him, Frank, you're so lucky in all such things.
But you must tell me all the particulars. There's a reward out for
Brockholt, and some of us want to claim it," observed the police
officer.
"Hey, Chief!" sang out Whalen at this juncture, "come here and take a
look in his old shack! Told you he must have some pal along with him.
Perhaps there is a whole gang afloat here."
Frank, looking quickly at the other, saw Bill smile broadly. He knew
from this that the tramp was not trembling in fear.
"I just got a poor feller in there, Chief, that turned up cold, and
wanting lodgin's. Stir him up, mister, and pull him out here," observed
Bill, mysteriously.
Whalen vanished within the shack. They could hear him speaking, and
gruff tones in reply. Then out came the officer, dragging a figure
after him.
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"Course he is. They told me Bill was a desperate man, and I didn't want
to take chances," replied the tramp, calmly.
Frank had guessed this already, and he felt like throwing up his cap
with delight. Willie, the returned wanderer, had indeed vindicated
himself in the eye of the law.
"Bully for you, Willie!" he cried, exultantly, "that's the time you
did it! I've been just cracking my brain to remember where I saw you.
And it just burst in on me when we were up at the farm. You're wanted
there, Willie, and wanted bad. Just you get moving in the morning, and
fill in the gap where you belong!"
"I reckon you don't just know why I left home, Lanky," he said,
mournfully.
"Oh! but we do though; and that long-lost pocketbook has been found!"
cried Lanky.
"That's good news you're telling me, boy!" burst out in hoarse tones
from the tramp; while Chief Hogg and his assistants looked up from
examining the prisoner to gaze more critically at the speaker, as a
suspicion of the truth began to dawn upon their minds.
"My chum here found it back of the lower drawer in the old man's desk.
My! but your father was staggered. He just sat there and groaned as he
looked at it, and wished he could only see you again to make it all up.
We didn't tell him, because we wanted to make sure it was you. But take
my advice, Bill, and skip up there in the morning the first thing. Sure
there'll be a warm welcome for you."
"I'll do it, Lanky, and a thousand thanks to you and Frank Allen for
bringing me this good news. I won't sleep a wink to-night; but it'll be
happiness that keeps me awake, not grieving. Shake hands with me both
of you. I'll never forget it, never!"
Neither of the boys at that moment regretted the additional effort they
put forth in order to carry the happy news to the outcast of Rattail
Island. He looked supremely overjoyed as he squeezed their hands.
"Tell us about this here cove, Bill; how did you happen to lay hands on
him," asked Chief Hogg, at this juncture.
"Oh! he dropped into my camp a little while back, and wanted to run
things just as he pleased. But you see, the boys had posted me about
his ways, and watching my chance I nabbed the gentleman, and tied him
up, thinkin' of that nice little reward that would be coming to me,"
answered Bill; while the man on the ground said a few things not at all
complimentary to his captor.
"Yes, and they're a mile too big for him too," grinned Officer Whalen.
"Untie his hands, and let me fasten him with steel bracelets," remarked
the Chief; which kind attention had to be forced upon the culprit, who
seemed to have no appreciation of the shining articles with which these
others insisted upon decorating his wrists.
They soon took him away, and when their voices had died out in the
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distance, the two boys sat down alongside the newly-revived fire.
Willie Baxter was anxious to hear all the particulars connected with
the finding of the lost pocketbook.
Between them Frank and Lanky told the story, the latter supplying all
particulars which the modest participant would have omitted could he
have done so.
"Ain't sorry you came along with me, Frank?" asked his chum, later on,
when they had said good-night to Bill, and were skating rather stiffly
down the Harrapin.
"Not a bit of it. That has just been a great treat to me. I reckon Bill
Baxter is about the happiest fellow in the county to-night. And just
think of what will happen when he shows up there to-morrow! I'm glad
you gave him another dollar besides what I had along with me. He wants
to go to town and get spruced up a bit, have his beard taken off, and
get a few duds. And Bill declares he'll pay every cent of the loan back
out of that three hundred coming to him," replied Frank.
"I was just trying to imagine how Dora would feel when she knows that I
had a hand in bringing the wandering Willie home," mused Lanky.
"Oh!" laughed Frank, "I guess you've feathered your nest there, my
boy!"
CHAPTER XXII
SURPRISING CLIFFORD
"Give 'em a cheer to warm up their hearts, and let 'em know we look to
winding up the best year the old school ever had with a victory over
Clifford. Now, every one with a hearty will!"
Herman Hooker, the "greatest yeller Columbia High had ever known,"
waved his big megaphone as a drum major might his baton, and from more
than five-score throats there rolled forth in concert the stirring
school slogan:
"Ho! ho! ho! hi! hi! hi! _veni! vidi! vici!_ we came, we saw, we
conquered! Columbia! Rah!"
The fine weather still hung on, though indications pointed to snow
before another night. And the ice above Rattail Island was in good
shape for the battle of hockey sticks that had been scheduled for this,
the second morning after Christmas.
Clifford had her team on the ground, and they had been showing how
lively and expert they could be, somewhat to the uneasiness of Helen
Allen, Minnie Cuthbert and some of the other girls of Columbia High.
They happened to be close to a bevy of the Clifford faithful, and heard
the encouraging cries that continually broke forth as some skater
performed an unusually fine maneuver on the ice.
And they had reason for feeling chilling doubts. Clifford had been
unbeaten in hockey up to now. With almost ridiculous ease the wonderful
seven from up-river had carried off all honors each successive winter,
until it seemed as though it were utterly useless hoping to defeat them.
No wonder then that the boys and girls coming from the upper town were
filled with enthusiasm and confidence.
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pretty miss who carried the colors of Clifford upon her bosom, as she
proudly flaunted a flag of the same stripe.
"A case of 'Alexander with ten thousand men, went up the Alps and down
again!'" mocked a second enthusiast, smiling at Frank's sister.
"Frank hasn't been beaten once this year!" they kept repeating; and the
fact seemed to give them astonishing confidence.
"All right," replied one of the Clifford backers, "this is just where
he gets his bumps then."
"Yes," called out another, "from to-day this will be called the
Harrapin Field of Waterloo, because your Young Napoleon met his first
great defeat here."
"The boys haven't got over the bitter pill he rubbed in last summer and
fall, when his crowd drew the prizes in baseball, rowing and football
games. Oh! you poor Columbias, you're up against it hard to-day!" came
from a third rooter.
Still hundreds skated hither and thither, waiting for the great game
to begin. Already those in charge were marking off the field, the spot
where the ice promised best results having been selected.
After leaving Frank he gathered his players around him for a last few
instructions; and it could be seen that he was laying down the law with
unusual vim.
"Say, Bob Hastings ain't getting cold feet already, is he?" shouted
a Columbia student at a Clifford fellow perched on an adjacent knob,
where he had a splendid view of the shifting panorama on the broad
river.
"It'd be the first time ever then, if he did!" called the other; "this
is our game, Prentiss, and we know it from A to Izzard. Your fellows
will know more about hockey when we get through with them than they
ever knew before. See?"
The spectators were being shoved back so as to leave the space free
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that was absolutely necessary for the playing of the winter game.
"It's the same old seven, not a break!" shouted a voice, as the
Clifford players took their allotted places facing the enemy's goal.
And as the rival teams faced each other those who looked on saw that
the line-up was as follows:
_Clifford._ _Columbia._
All was as still as death while the two teams faced each other, and
the chosen referee addressed a few general directions to the players
concerning certain rules that had been changed somewhat from last
season.
Hockey sticks circled through the air, or were held in readiness for a
stroke, as those whose hands gripped the same darted down toward the
inoffensive puck, with hostile intent.
Frank had found himself opposed to Coots in the start as the puck was
"faced," with the shoe of a hockey stick on either side. Coots had
quite a reputation as a crack beginner. He could get possession of the
rubber disc better than any other player among the Cliffords; and hence
it was usually Coots who led off whenever the puck had to be faced,
which might frequently occur during the game.
This had always given his side a great advantage, and was one of the
reasons for their astonishing success. Frank had sized the situation
up. If he could not hold his own in connection with this wizard, he
meant to try Lanky and see how he would pan out. Much depended on their
being able to get their share of starts.
"Frank hooked it away from him! See him go, will you? Hey! Clifford,
what's the matter with that for a beginning? Wow! what a scramble!"
shouted Buster Billings.
"But there's the left wing cornered Allen! Watch him get it from him!"
answered a faithful Clifford rooter.
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gauging the downward swoop of Gentle, sent the puck over to Lanky
Wallace at just the very last second.
The tall rover was off with it in charge like a lightning express
train, and the entire bunch, as it seemed, trailing behind. Straight
at the goal he swung, made a feint that had the agile McQuirk on pins
and needles, and before the defender of the Clifford goal could recover
from his surprise, Lanky, with a cracking shot, sent the rubber disc
spinning into the net.
Herman Hooker was of course the worst offender. He paraded up and down
before his cheer corps, waving his arms like a crazy being, and leading
the volume of sound that rolled up and down the river like a mighty
battle cry of old.
And yet when the confusion that followed the making of the first goal
had once more given way to another alignment of forces on the ice,
these sounds immediately ceased as if by magic. Every eye was glued on
the crouching figures of those fourteen young athletes. Columbia hearts
beat faster than ever with new hopes; while the Clifford enthusiasts
simply bit their lips and smiled.
"That's just to coax 'em on a little. It encourages the boys some. Our
fellows are a bit stale walking over everything, so they want to make
it look interesting," said Buster's up-river friend in his ear.
The fat boy simply turned and grinned in his face; but all he said was
just the one suggestive word:
"So!"
Again play was resumed. This time Coots was on his mettle. He had had
one taste of Frank's clever tactics, and realized that unless he wished
to step down from his high pedestal he would have to brace up, and be
doing something to redeem that first fizzle.
Down the river surged the tide of battle, back and forth as the minutes
passed. The movements were oftimes so surprisingly rapid that many of
those who looked on were in a maze, and unable to decide just where the
flying puck might be. Indeed, they quickly learned that the easiest
method of determining this was by watching the rush of the players,
whose eyes were especially trained to keep tab on the little elusive
disc of hard rubber.
Loud above all other sounds came the shrill whistle of the referee as
again and again he called a halt in the play to admonish some daring
player that he was overstepping the lines, and carrying his enthusiasm
too far beyond the limits set by the rules.
Frank beat Coots out the third time the puck was faced. He had a few
little adroit measures of his own which Coots did not seem to know. It
began to look as though this might be a battle of giants with those two
keen-witted and swift-handed fellows to start things moving each time.
Confidence was shown in all the actions of those who backed Frank
up in the play. Whatever they may have privately thought about these
wonderful Clifford players, they no longer _feared_ them. That winning
of the first goal had told each Columbia fellow that Clifford was
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vulnerable, and they believed that Frank had found the weak spot in
their armor.
Coots had gone stale! He was no longer the wonder of the past. When
Frank took the puck from him for the third time the crowd on the banks,
at least that part of it coming from up-river, fairly groaned.
"Hastings had better change around and face himself, then, before it's
too late. Coots has lost his grip, sure!"
Again was the goal of Clifford in peril. The enemy had shoved down
until it was only necessary to shoot the puck past the guard of McQuirk
again to score.
"Brace up, you Clifford! Show us the old spirit!" howled an excitable
man, who was walking up and down the bank, unable to keep still.
"That's Rockledge, one of the Clifford High teachers, and the man who
coached their football squad. He's a Yale man!" said some one near
Helen Allen; but she only gave the party one quick look, for her whole
heart and soul just then seemed to be wrapped up in the work of her
beloved brother; nor was her great chum Minnie one whit behind in
showing the deepest interest.
McQuirk was on the alert, and his reputation as a defender of goal was
well known. Although Lanky tried another little game he found himself
up against a stone wall that time, and the disc was brushed away from
the net. Once more there was a wild rush and a scramble, in which
various sticks flashed through the air, and many a punch and blow were
wasted.
Then, through the melée, came Paul Bird speedily heading for the
Clifford goal, and dribbling the disputed puck before him. Constantly
his eyes roved to left and right as he sped onward, and apparently he
was ready to strike for a goal if threatening peril forced him hard,
although desirous of getting a closer shot.
Here was a new adversary for the defender of the net to face, and one
whose tactics must of necessity be entirely different from those of
the rover.
Every one held his or her breath. In that critical moment the keen
cutting of steel runners on the ice alone greeted the ears of that
assembled multitude. And thousands of eyes were glued upon that
flitting figure, back of which trailed six or eight players, some ready
to assist, others to block his design.
It was nearly time for the first half to come to an end. The
contestants were already breathing hard, and almost exhausted with
their strenuous labors of twenty minutes. Would Paul succeed in
launching a shot that the waiting McQuirk could not baffle in time, or
must the whistle catch him in the very act!
Darting forward suddenly Paul Bird had made a complicated movement with
his stick calculated to bewilder the guardian of the net. Then with one
swift stroke he sent the puck spinning along.
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"Missed!" howled a delighted Cliffordite.
"Not for Joseph!" echoed Buster instantly, "don't you see it landed in
the net?"
And then the whistle of the referee announced the closing of the first
half.
CHAPTER XXIII
Lef Seller, who had been openly boasting of what would happen to
Columbia, found himself in a fight with an indignant and disgusted
fellow student, who accused him of rank treachery. They kept at it,
hammer and tongs, until Chief Hogg drew the attention of the sheriff
to this infraction of the peace of the community, with the result that
the two fellows with discolored optics were carried off to cool in the
Columbia lock-up until their fathers could come to the rescue.
"Time's up! There they go back to work! Now Clifford _do_ something!
Get together, boys, and give them some encouragement," and with that
the cheer squad from up the river started a song that had in times past
inspired their athletes to deeds of valor.
"They need some sort of tonic," jeered Buster, comfortably; "for what
Frank Allen and his husky fellows are doing to them this day is a
shame!"
Lanky was a swift dodger, and could evade being caught in a pinch
better than any other of the Columbia boys. He could also hold
possession of the puck in a way little short of marvelous, now
dribbling it along foot by foot, watching in every direction for an
aggressive play, and then tantalizingly shoving it forward as if to
bait the enemy, only to send it flying off when a hostile move was made.
Hastings lost the first set-to with Lanky. His men, however, were
now worked up to top-notch speed. They who had never as yet tasted
of defeat in hockey were now being apparently put in a hole by the
despised Columbia High Seven. It could be seen that they fought
wickedly to get the advantage.
Many times the game was called while the referee warned some of the
eager participants against reckless work. Sometimes it was one of
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Frank's men thus taken to task; but three to one it was a Clifford
player; for in their furious efforts these fellows were continually
getting off-side, and even fouling.
It took over ten minutes for a goal to be shot. Then it was Clifford
that gained the point; but as their friends admitted, it had been the
hardest fought goal that ever came to them.
Of course Clifford colors waved frantically after this goal had been
won; but the Columbia cheers sounded above any noise the up-river
people could evoke. It seemed a battle of giants, and was the finest
thing they had ever seen, no matter which side eventually won.
Once more the battle was on, with Hastings getting the puck, and
running with it ten yards and more before he had to shoot it ahead.
Away flew the sprinters like the wind, rounding up with a furious swirl
as they headed off the spinning rubber, and the hockey sticks got busy
with their work.
Every one in the scrimmage did gallant work. When the roll of heroes
was made up at the end of the fight not a single name could be left
out. There were times when each member of both teams had his turn, and
many surprising and bewildering plays were worked with a celerity that
called forth involuntary cheers from the gaping crowds, irrespective of
which school profited from the wonderful maneuvering.
When fifteen minutes of the second half had gone a tremendous whirlwind
of cheers announced that Columbia had managed to get past the able
defense of Hollingsworth, and planted the puck in the net of the enemy.
No wonder Columbia stock went soaring at this point; and that each
player under Frank's able lead made up his mind to hold this advantage
to the end. The up-river fellows were wild with eagerness to get the
puck in motion, for every second lost counted with them now. Columbia
on the other hand, seemed in no hurry, though of course they did not
purposely try to delay the game.
When play had once more started the pace of Clifford was indeed
furious. Each member of her team seemed to be possessed with a fire
that could not be held in check. But on the other hand the Columbia
fellows did everything in their power to hold the puck away from their
goal, and many were the magnificent dashes intended to delay matters.
In two minutes the tide of battle had been carried so far that Hastings
himself shot the disc for the net. Ralph West, to be known under
his new name of Langworthy from this time forth, stood there as the
guardian of the interests of his school. And never was a trust more
worthily defended.
The puck came flying at him with furious speed; he dared not interpose
a part of his body lest he be taken to task by the watchful referee,
and a forfeit paid in the way of a goal. So it became necessary that he
use his hockey stick to advantage in the breach.
Then it was that the sure eye that had never failed Ralph in his
position on the baseball nine, and with his football comrades, came
into play. He interposed his stick with such faithful accuracy that the
puck was brought to a sudden halt, even as it was about to shoot into
the net. Then came a swift stroke that sent it caroming over the ice,
full fifty feet away, with a horde of eager skaters in pursuit.
"All over!" shouted Buster, standing on his toes to see the finish.
"All but the shouting!" echoed Jack Eastwick; for well did they know
that when that swift shot of Hastings headed for the Columbia net it
was high water mark in the Clifford advance.
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And true enough, the heart seemed to be quite taken from the Clifford
seven after that failure of Hastings to make good. They fought on
doggedly, but lacked the vim and fire that they had so recently been
showing. With but two minutes left it was utterly out of the question
to dream of making the twin goals necessary to tie the score, let alone
enough to win out.
And presently the referee's whistle signified that the match had
reached its legitimate conclusion!
And that night it snowed--yes, fully a foot of the feathery stuff came
down ere it cleared again; and every fellow along the Harrapin declared
that even the weather had been in the conspiracy with Columbia that
year, since the storm held off until the last stirring victory had been
honorably won.
But though Frank Allen had led his comrades upon so many victorious
fields was no reason to believe that there would not appear other
valorous athletes in good old Columbia when he was far away in college,
earning his sheepskin. So long as that spirit reigned so long would new
leaders arise to carry the dearly-loved orange and purple to the front,
when rival schools sent their best to try conclusions with the boys of
Columbia High.
Columbia High still moves majestically on year after year, turning out
her graduating class of thirty-odd young people, and receiving twice as
many from the ranks of lower-graded schools. Professor Parke is still
in charge, and even honest old "Soggy" looks after the custody of the
buildings as of yore, while Mrs. Louden caters to the appetites of the
hungry hordes at intermission.
After those Christmas holidays Lef Seller gave our friends no more
trouble. That last disgrace, when he was arrested for brawling, and
locked up for three hours in the town headquarters, seemed to be the
last straw on the camel's back, so far as his father was concerned.
When Lef failed to return to school, inquiry developed the fact that
he had been sent away to a strict military establishment, where it was
hoped that he might be disciplined until perhaps he would see his duty
toward the father who had always been too indulgent toward him.
Columbia High did not weep, for while there were a few who would miss
the leadership of the scapegrace Lef, the balance of the community
could heave a sigh of relief. Many a time had his escapades set the
entire town in a whirl; and the citizens only hoped it would be a long
period ere his equal arose.
Lanky of course, took occasion the very afternoon of the victory over
Clifford, to skate up to the Baxter farm in order, as he claimed, to
make sure that the long-missing "Willie" was once again restored to the
bosom of his family.
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take quite an interest in the farm, as though he contemplated changing
his avowed future vocation from that of a lawyer to a tiller of the
soil.
Ralph was now known by his new name. His mother purchased a lovely home
adjoining Columbia, and Ralph for the first time in all his tempestuous
life knew what it was to have such an abiding-place. Of course he and
Frank Allen would always be the best of chums; and Frank's pretty
sister was a loadstone that frequently drew young Langworthy to the
Allen house. Then there were Lanky and Paul, who shared the fond regard
of the others--the time would come doubtless when these boys might find
themselves scattered far and wide, in the various business pursuits
that must occupy their attention after they reached man's estate; but
they would never, never forget those glorious days when they fought
upon many a stubbornly contested field for the honor of good old
Columbia High.
THE END.
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