Hard a lee! Man the water-butt! Aye, aye, sir!
A pleasant wide thoroughfare opened to view right and left at the end of a block, and Dick caught sight of attractive houses set back from the street and lawns and gardens between. Then, without diminishing its twenty-five-miles-an-hour speed, the taxi dashed between two stone gate posts and scurried up a gravelled road bisecting a wide expanse of level turf. Trees grew on each side, but between them Dick had occasional glimpses of the school buildings which, for the most part, were spaced along the further side of the campus. Parkinson Hall he recognised readily from the picture in the school catalogue, a white marble edifice surmounted by a glassed dome, but which was Sohmer he wasnt certain. Having crossed the width of the campus, the taxi swerved perilously to the right in front of Parkinson and dashed on until, with a sudden and unexpected application of the brakes, the driver brought it to a tottering stand-still before the entrance of a brick building. The jar aroused Quiggle and he sat up.
Ah! Home again as we perceive! Back to the classic shades of our dear old Alma Mater! he exclaimed as he opened the door on his side by the pressure of one bony knee against the handle and seized his bag. Mr. Bates, I sincerely trust that we shall meet again. Should you care to pursue the acquaintance so so dare I say fortunately brought about, you have but to inquire of any resident of this palatial dwelling in order to learn of my place of abode. Id tell you the number of my room were it not that, owing to an inherited weakness of memory, I cannot at the moment recall it. Eddie, the gentleman within will pay your outrageous charge.
Yeah, I know, but
Edward, interrupted Quiggle sternly, the gentleman has my fare and will deliver it to you with his own. Drive on!
After a moment of indecision and muttering, Edward drove on. Looking back through the rear window of the car, Dick saw Quiggle wave grandly, beneficently ere, bag in hand, he disappeared into Goss.
There was another turn, again to the right, and once more the car stopped. Here you are, sir, announced the driver. Sohmer Hall. Youll excuse me if I dont take your bag in for you, but we aint allowed to leave the car.
Thats all right, said Dick, emerging. Here you are. He held forth a half-dollar. The driver observed it coldly and made no effort to take it. Quit your kiddin, he said.
Well, thats all youll get, replied Dick warmly. Thats the legal fare.
It is, eh? Say, where do you get that stuff? Listen, kid. The fares fifty cents a person, seventy-five for two. Get me?
What! Why, that other fellow said it was Anyway, he gave me a quarter for his share of it!
The driver nodded wearily. Sure he would! Thats him all over. Youre lucky he didnt stick you for the whole racket. Come across with another quarter, young feller!
Grudgingly, Dick did so. If you knew Quiggle was that sort he began aggrievedly.
Who? asked the driver, a grin growing about his mouth.
Quiggle. The fellow you left at Goss Hall. I say, if you knew
His name aint Quiggle, jeered the driver. Gee, thats a peach! Quiggle! What do you know about that?
What is his name then? demanded Dick haughtily.
His names Well, it ought to be Slippery Simpson, but it aint!
Whereupon there was a deafening grinding of gears, a snort, and the flivver swung about on two wheels and went charging off.
Dick looked after it disgustedly and then, taking up his suit-case, mounted the steps of Sohmer.
Ill Quiggle him when I catch him! he muttered. Fresh chump!
In consequence of the episode, Dick reached his room on the second floor decidedly out of sorts. He didnt mind being cheated out of twelve or thirteen cents, but it disgruntled him to be made a fool of. He wasnt used to it. At home no one would have though of attempting such a silly trick on him. He experienced, for the first time since leaving Leonardville, a qualm of apprehension. If Quiggle, or whatever his silly name really was, was a fair sample of the fellows he was to meet at Parkinson, the outlook for being treated with the respect that he was accustomed to was not at all satisfactory. Unconsciously he had journeyed to Warne under the impression that his appearance at school would be hailed with, if not excited acclaim, at least with measurable satisfaction. And here the first fellow he had run across had played a perfectly rotten joke on him! Dicks dignity was considerably ruffled.
Number 14 proved to be a corner study, but not on the front. It wasnt a bad room, Dick decided a bit patronisingly, and the view from the windows was satisfactory. On one side he looked across a bit of the campus and over to the wide street that was lined with gardens and lawns: Faculty Row it was called, although Dick didnt know it then. From the other window he saw a tree-shaded, asphalt-paved road and one or two old-fashioned white dwellings beyond, and a corner of a square brick building set at a little distance just inside the grounds. That, unless he was mistaken, was the Administration Building, and he must go there shortly and register.
Dick turned to the alcove bedroom divided from the study by curtains. There were two single beds there, two dressers and two chairs, and a single window gave light. Also, on one of the beds was an open suit-case, its contents tumbling over onto the white counterpane. One battered end showed the initials S. G. Dick wondered if the S stood for Sam. Approaching footsteps in the corridor turned his eyes toward the door, but the steps stopped at a room across the way. There followed the sound of a bag dropped to the floor and then the opposite door banged shut. Dick, back in the study, viewed it without enthusiasm. It was smaller than he liked and the furniture, while there was plenty of it two small study tables, each under its own side-light, what he mentally dubbed a near-leather couch, two easy-chairs and two straight-backed chairs was very evidently far from new. There was a faded blue carpet-rug on the floor and a short window-seat occupied the embrasure that held the end window. The original colour-scheme had been brown and blue, but the deep tan cartridge paper had faded, as had the alcove curtains and the rug. Here and there, on the walls, a square or oblong of a deeper shade showed where a picture had hung.
Dick had left the hall door ajar and now he was aware of much noise and bustle throughout the building. Doors in the various corridors opened and shut, voices called, someone further along the hall was singing, while, outside, a taxi chugged before the entrance. Dick put his hat on and went out, passing several new arrivals on the way and exchanging with them swiftly appraising glances. The Administration Building stood only a few rods away and Dicks business was soon attended to, for only a half-dozen or so were before him. Having paid his term bill and inscribed his name on a card that was handed him, he was given a booklet containing the school regulations and general information, a receipt for his money and a ruled card on which to schedule his recitations. Beside the door was a bulletin board and he paused to read some of the notices posted there. There was a reception to new students that evening at the Principals residence, a half-year course in geometrical drawing would be conducted by Mr. McCreedy for First and Second Class students and those wishing to sign on should notify him by Saturday, Mr. Nolan would not be able to see students in his advisory capacity until Thursday, subscriptions to The Leader could be left at the office here or at the room of the publication, and so on. But the notice that interested Dick most ran as follows:
Candidates for the First Football Team should report on the field, dressed to play, not later than Wednesday. Attention is called to the school regulation requiring the candidate to pass a satisfactory physical examination before joining the squad.
Stearns Whipple, Mgr.Outside, Dick pulled the booklet from his pocket and sought information regarding physical examinations. He found a whole page on the subject. It was necessary, it appeared, to go to the Physical Directors office in the gymnasium and make application for an appointment. Students failing to keep appointments promptly were required to make new ones. There was much more, but that was sufficient for the present, and Dick made his way back along the road to the gymnasium. Inside, he had to take his place in a line of nearly a dozen boys, and progress toward the wicket, behind which a youth not much older than Dick supplied information or made out appointment cards, was slow. Eventually, though, Dick reached the window, made known his wants and was given a slip of pasteboard which informed him that the Physical Director would see him at five-fifteen on Wednesday. That was the day after tomorrow. It looked to Dick as if he could not report for football until he had been passed by the Physical Director and could not be passed by the director until it was too late to report for football! Perhaps, however, that notice in the Administration Building didnt mean quite what it said. He would ask someone when he found the chance.
With an hour remaining before supper time and nothing better to do, he wandered across to where a score of fellows were trotting about the gridiron or kicking and catching at the further end of it. That first uninterrupted sight of Parkinson Field greatly increased his respect for the school, and he paused at a corner of the big grand stand and admired. Nearly twelve acres of level turf stretched before him. There were three gridirons, that of the First Team enclosed by a quarter-mile track, as well as several baseball diamonds and numerous tennis courts, both dirt and grass. A handful of onlookers were scattered over the stand and another handful stood along the side-line. A stout, round-faced man in an old sweater and a pair of frayed trousers had Trainer written all over him, and since at the moment he was occupied only in juggling a football from one hand to the other, Dick decided to seek information of him.
My names Bates, announced Dick, and Im going to try for the team, but I understand that Ive got to take my physical examination first. Is that correct?
Billy Goode viewed him critically before he answered. Rather to Dicks surprise the trainer seemed not at all impressed by what he saw. You can report as soon as you like, he replied at last, but you cant play until youve been o. k.d, my friend. Whats your name?
Bates, answered Dick. He had already given it once, but perhaps the other hadnt caught it. Im from Leonardville High.
Uh-huh. Played, have you?
Yes. It seemed to Dick that any live, wide-awake football trainer should have been aware of the fact. Yes, Ive played quite a little.
Uh-huh. Well, you see the manager; hes around here somewhere, or he was; hell look after you. Chandler! Thatll do for today. Jog the track once and go on in. Billy Goode turned away to meet the remonstrances of a big, heavily-built youth who had been catching punts and returning them a little further along the field, leaving Dick a trifle ruffled. This was not just the sort of reception he had expected. Of course, it was understandable that the Philadelphia papers didnt penetrate to Warne, Massachusetts, in which case the trainer wouldnt have read of him, but it did seem that a fellow who had received offers from fourteen schools and colleges should have been heard of even in this corner of the world! Dick put the trainer down as a person of a low order of mentality.
He went into the stand and sat down there and watched the practice. Evidently most of the fellows at work were last year players, for they handled the ball in a knowing way that precluded their being beginners. No one who looked anything like a coach was on hand, but a dark-haired fellow of eighteen, perhaps, who appeared in command, was probably the captain. And a short, stocky, important-looking youth who had discarded his jacket and was wandering around in a very blue silk shirt was just as probably the manager. Dick didnt seek him, for there would be plenty of time to do that tomorrow. At intervals the trainer summoned one of the candidates and sent him off, usually prescribing a round of the running track first. Dick was glad he did not have to swallow that medicine today, for the weather was extremely warm and humid. He thought that the candidates averaged both heavier and older than he had expected, and he wondered if by any chance his lack of weight would be against him. One of the quarter-backs out there, chasing a squad about in signal drill, was, however, no bigger than he, and possibly no older. Dick guessed he neednt trouble about lack of weight. Quarters didnt have to be big in order to make good. Presently the practice ended and he followed the squad toward the gymnasium and then went back to Sohmer and climbed the slate stairway to the second floor.
He remembered having closed the door of Number 14 on going out, and since it now stood wide open it was fair to assume that the unknown S. G. had returned, and Dick entered the study eager, in spite of his seeming indifference, to find out what Fate, in the shape of the school office, had assigned to him as a room-mate.
CHAPTER III
ROOM-MATES
The appearance of the study seemed to have been changed in his absence, and Dicks second glance showed that the change was in the shape of several pictures on the wall, some books on one of the study tables and a large packing case in the centre of the floor from which emerged the corner of a brilliant blue cushion and the lower half of a boy. While Dick looked the rest of the youth emerged slowly until at last, somewhat flushed of face, he stood entirely revealed, clutching triumphantly a pair of battered running shoes. At that moment his eyes fell on Dick and a surprised and very pleasant smile came to his face. He tossed the shoes to the floor, dusted his hands by a simple expedient of rubbing them on his trousers, and nodded, stepping around a corner of the big box.
Hello! he said. I suppose youre Bates. My names Gard.
He held out a hand and Dick took it as he answered: Yes. Glad to meet you. Were in here together, I take it.
Gard nodded. Yes. I got here this noon and helped myself to a desk, but Im not particular which I have. Same about the beds. We can toss up, if you like.
It doesnt matter to me, Dick replied. Suppose you take the first choice of a desk and Ill take the bed I want. That suit?
Sure. Gard was looking at Dick with frank interest, leaning against the packing case, his arms, on which he had rolled up the sleeves of a good-looking shirt, folded. Yes, thats fair enough. I took that desk because it happened to be nearest the box, and Ill keep it.
Dick laid his hat down and seated himself on the window-seat.
Its smaller than I thought it would be, he said, looking about the study.
Oh, big enough, isnt it? It is one of the small ones, though. Some of the rooms on the front are corkers, Bates. I couldnt afford one of those, though, and this is a lot better than the room I had last year in Goss.
Then you youre not a new fellow?
Gard shook his head. This is my second year. Im in the Third Class. Are you?