Jim smiled. Well, Im still on the squad, he said, but I dont do very well at that game. Guess Ill be quitting this week. Its pretty hard, and it takes a good deal of a fellows time, too.
Well, if theyve kept you all this time youll probably last the season out, responded Clem, not a little surprised.
But Jim Todd shook his head. I guess Ill be getting through pretty soon, he said firmly.
Well, drop in and see us again, anyway. Clem hurried on to a recitation, wondering most of the way to Academy Hall why he had renewed the invitation. Nothing came of it for nearly a fortnight, however. Then, late one afternoon, Mr. James Todd knocked and entered. Six weeks had somewhat altered his appearance, and he looked far less different. He was still the same tall, loose-jointed chap, but he wore a gray sweater and a pair of old blue trousers and no hat, and so much of his oddity was missing. He was, too, more at ease on this occasion, and settled his long length back in the Morris chair that Clem indicated without his former hesitation. Presently, in the course of conversation, Mart observed:
Ive been looking for you on the football team, Todd, but I missed you. Still, its hard to recognize your friends under those leather domes you fellows wear. You didnt get into the Mount Millard game, did you?
I aint been in any of them, answered Jim. I aint much of a football player.
Oh, well, youve got two chances yet, replied Mart cheeringly. Maybe Cade is keeping you back for the Kenly Hall game.
I quit last week, said Jim simply.
Quit? You mean er is that so? floundered Mart. Well, maybe next year
It was pretty hard work, added Jim Todd. Pretty wearing. I got tired of it finally. Mr. Cade and me had a sort of argument about it, but I told him I wouldnt ever make a football man and that I had sort of got behind with my studies and he let me go finally. I like him. He got sort of mad with me, but I guess hes over it by now.
Clem and Mart exchanged glances that indicated puzzlement. You mean, asked Clem at last, that you resigned? You werent fired off?
No, I just quit, answered Jim untroubledly. You see, its like this, Harland. Most of the fellows in the squad had played football before. Some of them have been at it two or three years, likely. It was new to me. Of course Id seen fellows playing it, you know; they had a sort of a team at the school I went to back home; but it never interested me much and I never thought Id care to try it. Well, I was pretty green when I started off and I had a lot to learn. Guess I didnt learn very well, either. Seems like I was pretty stupid about it. Mr. Cade said I didnt put my mind on it, but I dont think that was so. Guess the trouble was I didnt get real interested in it. He told me that if I worked hard this Fall Id likely get to play next year. He tried to make an end of me, but I never got good enough to play in any of the games. I just sat on that bench out there at the field and looked on. They keep you on the field two hours every afternoon; sometimes longer than that; and I could see I was just wasting my time. I kept saying so to Dolf Chapin, but he said I wasnt, that I was learning and that it was my duty to stick it out. So I did till last week. Then I decided Id better quit. So I quit.
I see, said Mart dryly. And Johnny Cade? I suppose he had something to say, Todd.
Yes, he said a whole lot, answered Jim soberly. Looked once like Id have to paste him in the jaw, the way he was talking, but I didnt because I knew he didnt mean all he said. He was sort of upset, I guess.
Sounds to me as if you were a more valuable man than you realized, said Clem.
No, I guess I wasnt very valuable, really. I guess these football coaches like to have their own way pretty well.
Well, said Mart, laughing, Ill bet youve earned the distinction of being one of the few fellows that ever resigned from the squad! No wonder Cade was grumpy! Hes not used to that!
There followed another lapse in the acquaintanceship. Clem and Mart caught glimpses of Jim Todd in class room and dining hall; infrequently passed him on the campus; sometimes exchanged greetings by word or sign. The Kenly Hall game came and went, bringing the football season to a disappointingly inconclusive end. Beaten the year before, Alton tried desperately to wreak vengeance, but, although her players and her game were infinitely superior to those of the preceding season, Kenly Hall, too, showed improvement, and at the final whistle the score stood just where it had stood at the end of the first half, at 7 to 7. Each team had scored one touchdown and followed it with a clean goal. Each team, too, had narrowly failed of a second score, Kenly Hall when a forward-pass over the goal-line had been tipped but not caught and Alton when a fourth down on the enemys four-yard line had gained but one foot of the necessary two. Both touchdowns had resulted from long runs, a Kenly Hall quarter-back bringing glory to the Cherry-and-Black by a thirty-four-yard dash around the opponents left and Cricket Menge, left half on the Gray-and-Gold team, evening things up a few minutes later by wrapping himself about a lateral pass and dodging and twirling his way over eleven white lines to a score.
After the first disappointment, Alton Academy, viewing the result more calmly and fairly, came to the conclusion that her gridiron warriors had gained more glory than had been thus far accorded them. Both Kenly Hall coach and captain had stated publicly that the team which had met Alton was the best eleven that had represented the Cherry-and-Black in six years, and if that was so and certainly Alton Academy had no reason to doubt it! then Captain Grants team General Grants Army the football song called it had secured a virtual victory in spite of the score. Careful analysis of the contest added strength to that verdict, for the records showed that Alton had outrushed her opponent by thirty-two yards, gained two more first downs than her ancient enemy had secured and had had slightly the better of the kicking argument. So on Monday night there was a delayed, but intensely enthusiastic, mass meeting in the auditorium and honor was done to the heroes. Everybody spoke who had any right to, and a few who hadnt, and there was much singing and a great deal of cheering. Clem and Mart, neither of them football enthusiasts, attended the celebration, as in duty bound, and ended by cheering quite as loudly as any. The testimonial had one result that the school in general never learned of. It decided a wavering Athletic Committee in favor of renewing Coach Johnny Cades contract, which terminated that Fall, for another two seasons. Prior to seven-thirty that Monday evening his last two years record of one defeat and one tie, even when balanced against previous success, had looked more than black to the Committee. At nine oclock it was viewing that record more leniently. And on Wednesday Coach Cade departed with a new contract in his trunk.
When Clem came back to school after Christmas he found a package awaiting him in the mail box. Opened, it revealed a long, flat box of small cubes wrapped in pink tissue paper. Investigation proved the cubes to be spruce gum. There was also a scrawling enclosure from Jim Todd. Wishing you a Merry Christmas, Clem read. This is the real thing. Hope you like it. Im sending it to Alton because I dont know where you are. Give some to Gray. Yours, J. T.
Mart declared that he detested gum and wouldnt chew the stuff on a bet, but after watching Clems jaws rhythmically champing for some ten minutes he perjured himself and was soon as busy as his chum. Two days later, suffering from lame jaws after almost continuous chewing during waking hours, Clem seized the box, now half empty, and consigned it to the depths of the waste basket. The pesky stuff! he grumbled. First thing we know well have the habit! Mart, one hand raised in protest, recognized the wisdom of the course and observed the sacrifice in silence. During the rest of that day he chewed scraps of paper torn from the corners of note-books. However, they lacked the insidious fascination of spruce gum and he gave them up and was cured. Of course they thanked Jim heartily a few days later, when he dropped in one afternoon, offering as conclusive evidence of their appreciation the fact that the supply was exhausted. Jim promptly promised to write to his father and get him to send some more. Perhaps he forgot it, for the new supply never reached Number 15 Haylow.
Mart declared that he detested gum and wouldnt chew the stuff on a bet, but after watching Clems jaws rhythmically champing for some ten minutes he perjured himself and was soon as busy as his chum. Two days later, suffering from lame jaws after almost continuous chewing during waking hours, Clem seized the box, now half empty, and consigned it to the depths of the waste basket. The pesky stuff! he grumbled. First thing we know well have the habit! Mart, one hand raised in protest, recognized the wisdom of the course and observed the sacrifice in silence. During the rest of that day he chewed scraps of paper torn from the corners of note-books. However, they lacked the insidious fascination of spruce gum and he gave them up and was cured. Of course they thanked Jim heartily a few days later, when he dropped in one afternoon, offering as conclusive evidence of their appreciation the fact that the supply was exhausted. Jim promptly promised to write to his father and get him to send some more. Perhaps he forgot it, for the new supply never reached Number 15 Haylow.
It is possible that absorption in new interests was accountable for Jims failure to make good on that promise, for it was shortly after that that Mart brought word of the Maine Society. Neither he nor Clem was eligible to membership, but that didnt detract from their interest in the Society which, as Mart had heard it from Sam Newson, had been started by Jim Todd and already, while still less than a fortnight old, had a membership of nine. The school already possessed a Southern Club and a Western Society, but a social organization restricted to residents of a single state in attendance at Alton was something new and, like most innovations, it came in for some ridicule. The notice board in Academy Hall fairly blossomed with calls for members of similar societies. Some one named Henry Clay Calhoun, which may or may not have been a cognomen assumed for the occasion, invited other residents of South Carolina to meet in Number 14 Borden to effect the organization of The South Carolina Society of Alton Academy, Devoted to the Abolishment of the Fifteenth Amendment to the Constitution and to a Campaign of Education and Enlightenment among the Beknighted Citizens of Northern States. As Borden Hall was restricted to freshmen, the authenticity of the invitation was questionable. The same was true of a summons to resident Hawaiians, while a document phrased in pidgin English and summoning all Chinese students at Alton to meet in the school laundry and enter their names on the roster of The Chinese Tong was even more palpably insincere. But ridicule seemed just what the Maine Society required, for a fortnight later it changed its name to the Maine-and-Vermont Society and increased its membership to thirty-one. A fellow named Tupper became president of the reorganized club and James Todd was secretary and treasurer. Meetings were held weekly in the rooms of various members at first, and then, securing faculty recognition, the Society was assigned the use of a room on the top floor of Academy Hall.
By invitation of Jim Todd, Clem attended one of the open meetings held monthly and was well entertained. The sight of Jim slowly elongating himself from behind the secretarys table to read the previous minutes was alone well worth the effort of climbing two flights of stairs to Clem. Jim was very earnest and recited the doings of the last meeting in tones that imbued them with a vast importance. Moved and seconded, read Jim weightily, that the Secretary be and hereby is empowered to contract for a sufficient supply of letter paper, appropriately printed with the Societys name and emblem, and a sufficient supply of envelopes likewise so printed, the total cost of the same not to exceed seven dollars, and the same to be paid for out of the funds of the Society. So voted. There were light refreshments later, and afterwards several members spoke informally often embarrassedly on matters of interest to citizens of the affiliated states. The best of the number was undoubtedly the secretary and treasurer. Jim was far more self-possessed than of yore and he spoke in an easy conversational style that pleased his hearers mightily. What he had to tell wasnt much; just a somewhat rambling account of a visit to a logging camp; but he made it interesting and displayed a humorous perception that Clem, for one, had never suspected him of. On the whole, Clem enjoyed the evening and was quite sincere when he said as much to Jim on their way back to Haylow. When they parted in the corridor, Clem said:
You havent been in to see us, Todd, for a long time. Were getting out of touch with events, Mart and I. Better drop in some time and cheer us up.
Jim looked as if he suspected the other of joshing. He was never absolutely certain about Clems ingenuousness. Well, he answered, Id been around before only I knew you were pretty busy with hockey and and all like that.
Oh, hockey doesnt take all my time, said Clem. For instance, I dont play much after supper.
Oh, well, I meant that being captain of the team youd likely be pretty busy one way and another. Ill be dropping in some evening soon, though, if you say so.
Wish you would. Good night!
Seeking Number 15 and a bored Mart, who had refused the invitation to the Maine-and-Vermont Society with scathing remarks, Clem marveled at the perfectly idiotic way in which he persisted in fostering the acquaintance of Jim Todd. He didnt really care a hang about the queer chap, of course, and But hold on! Was that quite true? Didnt he rather like Jim, if the truth had to be told? Well, yes, he sort of guessed he did. There was something about Jim Todd that appealed to him. Maybe and he grinned as he flung open the door of Number 15 it was just Todds quality of being different!
CHAPTER III
ON THE ICE
A few days later Clem, smashing into the boards of the outdoor rink, after a valiant effort to hook the puck from Landorf, of the scrub six, almost bumped heads with Jim Todd. It was a nippingly cold February afternoon, and Jim made one of the small audience that stamped about on chilled feet and watched the progress of the practice game. Jim, though, appeared less conscious of the cold than most of the others. He had on the old gray woolen sweater, and a cloth cap set inadequately on the back of his streaky brown locks. About him were overcoats even one or two of fur and unfastened overshoes rattled their buckles as their wearers kicked the wooden barrier or stamped about on the hard-trodden snow to encourage circulation. Jim wore a pair of woolen socks of a dubious shade of tan and low shoes that were ostensibly black. And he didnt prance about a bit. Once in a while he did rub his long bony hands together, but the action seemed an indication of interest in the hockey game rather than in the temperature. As a matter of fact, this was Jims first glimpse of such a contest, and he was, for Jim Todd, quite excited over it.
Between the halves Clem skated over to him. Arent you frozen? he asked wonderingly.
Me? No. Jim shook his head slowly. Its right cold, though, aint it? A whole lot colder than we have it in Maine, I guess. Say, whats that thing made of youre hitting around on the ice?
Rubber. Havent you ever played hockey?
No. When I was a kid we used to whack a block of wood around with sticks, but it wasnt much like this hockey. Looks like youve got almost as many rules as there are in football. Youre a pretty nice skater, aint you?
Not as good as some of the fellows, replied Clem. You skate, of course.
Jim nodded. Thats bout the only thing I can do real well, he answered. Dont believe I could get around the way you do, though; dodge and turn so quick and all like that. I aint so bad at skating fast, but Ive got to have plenty of room.