It only meant that Hillton had won by a yard and that the final score stood: Hillton, 21; St. Eustace, 22; Shrewsburg, 43.
CHAPTER III
IN 15 BRADLEY
It was getting dark in the study of No. 15 Bradley Hall, and Wayne laid his book down on the window seat and fell to looking idly out of the window. The broad expanse of the Hudson River was visible for several miles, and its quiet surface reflected all the tones of gold and crimson with which the western sky was aglow. Far to the left a little dark spot marked the location of the railway station, and the steel rails, stretching to the southward, caught the sunset glint here and there and looked like shafts of fire. The meadow and the campus were still green, and the station road was blotched with the purple shadows of hedge and tree. To the left a tiny steamer was creeping from sight beyond the island and the far-stretching marsh across the water was brightly yellow with autumn grass.
Inside the room the shadows were beginning to gather wherever the glow from the two windows failed to reach. They had already hidden the bookcase near the hall door and Dons armchair was only a formless hulk in the gloom. The door to the bedroom was ajar and through it the shadows were silently creeping, for that room was on the back of the building and its one window gave but scant light at sunset time. The study was a comfortable-looking den. There was a big green-topped table in the center, flanked by easy-chairs, and holding a student lamp, an ornamental inkstand, a number of books, and a miscellaneous litter of paper, pens, golf balls, gloves, and caps. A lounge, rather humpy from long and hard usage, disputed a corner of the apartment with a low bookcase whose top afforded a repository for photographs and a couple of hideous vases which for years past had gone with the room. There was a fireplace on one side which to-day held no fire. The mantel was decorated with more photographs and three pewter mugs, Waynes trophies of the cinder track. Some tennis racquets, three broken and repaired golf sticks, and a riding whip were crossed in a bewildering fashion above a picture of an English rowing regatta, and on either side hung framed shingles of the Senior Debating Society and the Hillton Academy Golf Club. Other pictures adorned the walls here and there; two businesslike straight-backed chairs were placed where they could not fail to be fallen over in the dark; and a bright-colored but somewhat threadbare carpet was on the floor. There were two windows, for No. 15 was a corner study, and in each was a comfortable seat generously furnished with pillows. At this moment both seats were occupied. In one lounged Wayne; in the other Don was still trying to study by the fading light. His left foot was perched carefully on a cushion, for the injured ankle was not yet fully strong, although nearly a week had elapsed since the cross-country run and his accident. Finally Don, too, laid aside his book.
Want to light up, Wayne?
No, lets be lazy; its so jolly in the twilight. I like to watch sunsets, dont you? Theyre sort of mysterious and and sad.
Hello! laughed Don. You must be a bit homesick.
No, not exactly, though the sunset did look a bit like some we have down home. I wish you could see a Virginia sunset, Don.
Arent they a good deal like any other sunset?
No, I dont think so. From our house at home the sun always sets across a little valley and back of a hill with a lot of dark trees on it. And theres always a heap of blue wood smoke in the air and the woods are kind of hazy, you know. Wish I was there, he added, with a tinge of melancholy in his voice.
Cheer up, said Don. Youll feel better after supper. Youre homesick. I used to be, my first year. Used to think Id give most anything for a sight of the Charles River and the marshes, as they look from the library window at home. But I got over it. When I began to feel sad and virtuous Id go out and swat a football or jump over things. Thats the best way to get rid of homesickness, Wayne; go in for athletics and get your blood running right. You dont have much chance to think about home when youre leaping hurdles or trying to bust your own record for the hundred yards.
I should think not, laughed Wayne. I know I wasnt homesick the other day when I was chasing around country and jumping over those silly hedges; but I reckon Id rather be a bit homesick than have my legs ache and my lungs burst.
They wont when youre in training, answered Don. But you did great work that day; we were awfully proud of you.
So you say, and I suppose its all right, only I keep telling you that I wasnt trying to win the team race; I was just trying to beat that blamed St. Eustace chump who laughed at me when I was sitting comfortably on the ground there. Just as though any fellow mightnt fall over those old hedges, hang him!
Well, dont you mind, answered Don soothingly. He isnt laughing now, you can bet; that laugh cost his school the race.
Wayne made no reply. He had gathered the pillows in a heap under his head and was lying on his back nursing his knees. It was almost dark outdoors and in the room the shadows held full sway. Across from Dons window the lights in Masters Hall were coming out and throwing dim shafts upon the broad gravel path.
Wayne, I wish youd go into training for the track team, continued Don. All you need is some good hard practice to make you a dandy runner. Why dont you?
Whats the good? asked Wayne carelessly. I have hard enough work as it is trying to learn my lessons without losing a lot of time running around a track. Besides, its so tiresome.
Dont talk nonsense, answered Don. You have hard work with your lessons because you wont study, and you know it. You could do a lot of training in the time you spend now in loafing. And, look here, Wayne, if you go in for athletics you can study a lot better; really. I know; Ive tried both ways. And besides, you wont have to run around a track much until long after winter term begins; hard work doesnt start until February. Of course, if youve made up your mind to be a duffer, I wont say anything more about it. But Im captain of the track team, and I know you would make a bully runner and I want you to help me out if you will. Were going to have a hard time next spring to find good men for the mile and half-mile events, and if we dont win one of them Im afraid St. Eustace or Collegiate is sure of first place. I wish old Hillton might come out on top next year. Think of it, Wayne, this is my second year as captain, and my last, for I shant take it again, and if we are beaten next spring it will be a nice record to leave behind, wont it? Two defeats and no victories! Hang it, weve got to win, Wayne!
Wayne laughed lazily.
Whats so funny? demanded Don rather crossly.
You youre so serious. The idea of caring so much about whether we get beaten or not next spring. Why, its months away yet. If youve got to worry about it, why not wait awhile?
Don was too vexed to reply and Wayne went on in his careless, good-natured tones.
You fellows up North here are so crazy about athletics. Of course, theyre good enough in their way, I reckon, but seems to me that you dont think about much else. I dont mean that you dont study youre all awful grinds but you never have any time for for
What loafing? asked Don sarcastically.
No, not exactly that, but but oh, hunting and riding and being sociable generally. Do you shoot?
What loafing? asked Don sarcastically.
No, not exactly that, but but oh, hunting and riding and being sociable generally. Do you shoot?
Not much; Ive potted beach birds and plovers once or twice.
Well, thats the kind of sport I like. Down home we shoot quail, you know; its right good fun. And next month the fox hunting begins.
I think I should like that, exclaimed Don eagerly, forgetting his ill humor. Ive never ridden to hounds. Isnt it hard jumping fences and things?
Hard on a horse? Shucks! Compared to leaping over hedges on your feet its about the easiest thing in the world. All you have to do is to sit still.
Well, it sounds easy, answered Don dubiously, but I should think sitting still on a horse that was plunging over a rail fence would be rather difficult; seems to me that the easiest thing would be to fall off. Did you ever fall?
Twice. Once I hurt my shoulder a little. Of course we boys dont do any hard riding; dad wont let me go out very often, and when he does he always goes along. You see, once I went fox hunting instead of going to school, and he found out about it.
What kind of a school was it you went to?
Oh, a little private school kept by an old codger who used to be a professor at the University. We fellows had a pretty easy time of it; when we didnt want to study we didnt, which was mighty often.
Well, you wont find it so easy here, said Don.
Oh, Ive found that out already, answered Wayne ruefully. We have so many studies here I cant begin to keep track of them all. I never know whether I ought to be at a recitation or fussing with dumb-bells in the gymnasium.
Well, youll get used to it after a while and like it immensely, and think that there isnt another place in the world like Hillton. And when you do youll care more whether we win or get beaten at athletics and football; and then
There came a loud hammering at the door.
Enter Paddy and David! cried Don.
Dave Merton alone entered, and closing the door behind him promptly fell over an armchair.
Confound you fellows! why cant you keep your room decent? A chaps always breaking his shins when he comes here. Wheres Paddy?
What, have you become separated? cried Don. Light the gas, Wayne, and let us view the unaccustomed sight of Dave without Paddy.
He said he was coming up here after he dressed. I left him at the gym. Dave stumbled against a straight-backed chair, placed it on its back just inside the door, and groped his way to a seat beside Don. Hope hell break his shins too, when he comes, he said grimly.
What have you two inseparables been up to this afternoon? asked Don.
Oh, Paddys been doing stunts with a football, and hes awfully annoyed over something, and Ive been tossing a hammer around the landscape; thats all.
And did you manage to break another goal post?
No; couldnt seem to hit anything to-day, although I did come within a few yards of Greene.
Another thunderous knocking was heard, and, without awaiting an invitation, Paddy came in, and the sound of breaking wood followed as he landed on the chair.
Im afraid Ive bust something, he said cheerfully, as he struggled to his feet. And serves you right, too. Is Dave here?
Havent seen him, answered Wayne.
Wonder where the silly chump went to. Where are you, you fellows? Paddy felt his way around the table and gropingly found a seat between Don and Dave. He said he was coming up here before supper. A faint chuckle aroused his suspicions and the sound of a struggle followed. Then Paddys voice arose in triumphant tones.
Tis you, yer spalpeen. Theres only one ugly nose like that in school.
Ouch! yelled Dave. Let go!
Is it you? asked Paddy grimly.
Yes.
Are you a spalpeen?
Yes, oh yes. Ouch!
All right. Paddy deposited Dave on the floor and arranged himself comfortably in the window.
Dave says youre annoyed, Paddy. Whos been ill-treating the poor little lad? asked Don, when the laughter had subsided and Dave had retreated to the other window seat.
Don, its kilt I am intoirely, answered Paddy. For thirty mortal minutes Gardiner had me snapping back the ball to that butter-fingered Bowles. If he doesnt put another quarter-back in soon I shall hand in me resignation. And to make things worse Gardiner stayed up all last night and thought out a most wonderful new trick play, and to-day he tried to put us through it. And, oh dear! I wish you could have seen the backs all tearing around like pigs with a dog after them, bumping into each other, getting in each others way and all striking the line at different places and asking, please wouldnt we let them through! Oh dear! oh dear! And that chap Moore, who plays center on the second, got me around the neck twice and tried to pull my head off. If he doesnt quit that trick Ill be forced to forget my elegant manners and slug him.
And hell wipe the turf up with you, and I hope he does, said Dave, rubbing his nose ruefully.
And the St. Eustace game only two weeks off, continued Paddy, heedless of the interruption. Were in an awful state, fellows. I wish we had Remsen back to coach us. Gardiners all right in his way, but he doesnt begin to know the football that Stephen Remsen does. Were goners this year for sure.
Oh, cheer up, answered Don. You can do lots in two weeks. Look at the material weve got.
Yes, look at it, said Paddy. There isnt a man in the line or back of it thats played in a big game except Greene and myself.
But St. Eustace has a lot of new men this year, too.
Dont you believe it, my boy. Thats what they say, but Gardiner told me yesterday that St. Eustace has five fellows on the team that played against us last year.
Does the game come off here? asked Wayne.
No, its at Marshall this year. Were all going down, arent we, fellows? asked Dave.
Of course, answered Don. We will go and see Paddy slaughtered. Wayne will go along and well teach him to sing Hilltonians. By the way, Ive been trying to persuade him that he ought to take up training for the track team. He will make a first-class runner. But hes so terribly lazy and indifferent that its like talking to a football dummy.
Of course you ought to, Wayne, exclaimed Paddy earnestly. Its your duty, my young friend. Every fellow ought to do everything he can for the success of the school. Id try for the team if I could run any faster than I can walk.
Oh, well, said Wayne, Ill see about it.
You ought to jump at the chance, said Dave, in disgust. It isnt every chap that gets asked by the captain of the team. And, let me tell you Hello! Six oclock, fellows. Whos for supper?
Every one, cried Don, jumping up. But Ive got to wash first. Some one light the gas if they can find the matches.
Well, Im off, said Paddy.
Som I, echoed Dave. I say, Don, Im coming over after supper to see if you can help me with that trigonometry stuff.
All right, answered Don from the bedroom between splashes. If you know less about it than I do Ill be surprised.
Come on, cried Paddy impatiently from the doorway
The time has come, the Walrus said,
To eat of many things;
Of apple sauce and gingerbread,
Of cake and red herrings!