Joe nodded. Yes, I guess it is.
I dont guess; I know! Wasnt Harmons name Gordon Harmon?
Yes.
Well, thats the name on his bag. I looked when he was talking to you. Gordon Edward Harmons his name!
Joe shrugged. I wonder how they got him, Bob, he said.
You heard his yarn, didnt you? replied Bob, chuckling.
Yes, and I believed it not! Id just like to know how Kenly gets all the good players every year. They pretend they dont go after them, but its mighty funny! Theres a heap more than luck in it! Here we are needing a good full-back like Harmon the worst way, and he has to select Kenly. It makes you sick!
Reckon hes as good as the papers made him out?
Of course he is! Great Scott, you cant get away from his record, Bob! Why, last year every one of the New York papers that I saw made him first-choice full-back on the All-Scholastic Team. The man was a wonder, considering his age. Funny thing is that he doesnt look it. I mean he doesnt look as heavy as they said he was. He does look pretty good, though.
Y-yes, but Id never take him for a plunger. Doesnt seem to be the right build. Looks more like a fellow whod be fast and shifty outside tackles.
Yes, Joe agreed, but you cant always tell by appearances. Anyway, I wish to goodness we were getting him instead of Kenly!
Bob nodded and there ensued a long silence during which Joe looked frowningly from the window and Bob gazed fixedly at his hands. It was Bob who spoke first. Say, Joe, he asked slowly, you dont suppose we could persuade him to come to Alton instead, do you?
Joe sniffed. He looks like a fellow you could persuade, doesnt he? he asked sarcastically. Besides, what are you going to offer him? And if we did make him an offer wed get in wrong with faculty. The Athletic Committee wouldnt back us up, either.
Reckon Kenlys making it easy for him? asked Bob doubtfully.
I dont know. Looks like it, doesnt it? I know they pretend to have clean hands and all that, and they surely do enough blowing, but its mighty funny theyre always getting star players from the high schools and smaller prep schools. Look at last year. If they hadnt had Greene and Powers theyd never have licked us; and Greene had just entered from that school up in Rhode Island and Powers was fresh from Stamford High. Oh, well, theres no use grouching. Lets go back.
Wait a moment. Bob still stared at his hands and spoke thoughtfully. Seems to me this chaps too good to lose, Joe, without making an effort.
Sure he is, growled the captain. Whats on your mind?
Bob looked around guardedly. Ill tell you, he said.
CHAPTER II
KIDNAPPED!
Well, our stations next, said Bob some forty minutes later. Better change your mind, Harmon, and get off with us.
Harmon answered his laugh and shook his head. Id like to, but Im booked up the line. Is Lakeville the next stop?
Second after Alton, answered Joe as he lifted the suitcases from the rack and handed them to Bob. Look us up when you come over with the team some time. Youll find Newhall and me in Lykes and Proctor in Haylow. There was a warning blast from the locomotive and the train came slowly to a stop. The three Altonians shook hands with Harmon, taking, as it seemed, much time in the ceremony. Outside, on the station platform, a score or more of boys were hurrying toward the carriage stand. Bob had encumbered himself with Joes bag and his own and it was he who led the way to the door at last, Martin following with his suitcase and Joe still making his farewell to Harmon. Then the cry of All aboard! came and Joe gave Harmons hand a final clasp, picked up the kit-bag and fled down the aisle.
For a brief instant Harmon thought his sight had tricked him, but a swift glance showed that his bag was missing and in another instant he was on his feet and calling to Joe. Hold on there! thats my bag youve got! he shouted. But Joe evidently didnt hear, for he was through the door and down the steps before Harmon started after him. When Harmon reached the car platform Joe and his two companions were fifty feet distant, seeking a conveyance. The train was still motionless, although, further back, a trainman was holding his hand aloft. There was but one thing to do and Harmon did it. In an instant he was pushing his way through the luggage-laden throng about the carriages.
Youve got my bag, Myers, he announced breathlessly as he laid hands on it.
Joe looked around in surprise, still holding tight to the bag. What did you say? he asked blankly.
Harmon tugged desperately. My bag! Let go, will you? Ill lose my train!
Joe looked at the bag. Well, what do you know? he gasped. By Jove, I am sorry, Harmon! I thought it was mine! Whos got my bag? Here! He thrust the bag at Harmon so energetically that the latter failed to grasp it. Better hurry, old man! Your trains going!
Thanks! Harmon turned and started back. He would doubtlessly have swung himself to the platform of the rear car had it not been for Bobs awkwardness. Bob was terribly sorry and apologetic about it afterwards! Just as Harmon was free of the group, a clear path across the station platform before him, Bob stepped directly in front of him! Of course you know what happened then. Harmon dodged to the right and at the same instant Bob stepped to the left, which didnt better the situation the least bit. Bob looked most embarrassed, and you could see that he felt just like kicking himself. In fact, he assured them all afterwards that he felt that way. But meanwhile he made the mistake of stepping back to the right just as Harmon made a final despairing effort to get past him on that side, and again they collided!
Harmon set his bag down then, smiled rather a sickly smile and watched the train become smaller and smaller in the distance. Bob fairly revelled in self-reproach and abjected himself to such an extent that a heart of stone would have been moved to forgiveness. And as Harmons heart wasnt made of any such material he gave his attention to assuring Bob that it didnt really matter. Joe and Martin were most regretful, and Joe tried to take all the blame. But Bob wouldnt allow that.
No, if I hadnt got in the way, like a blamed idiot, hed have got it all right, he insisted. You see, I thought he was coming over here and so I stepped over there like this and he came the other way and I tried to side-step him and
It doesnt matter a bit, Harmon assured them, smiling quite cheerfully now. Therell be another train pretty soon.
Thats so! Evidently the idea hadnt occurred to Bob before and he welcomed it with enthusiasm. Sure, theres a train about six oclock, fellows!
Well, thats nearly two hours, said Joe. Lets put our bags inside and find some seats. No use standing up all that time.
Oh, but you chaps neednt wait around, declared Harmon. I wouldnt think of having you do that!
The three looked at each other inquiringly. Then: Cant let you wait around here all alone, said Joe decidedly; not after making you lose your train like that. Bob, you and Martin go on up and take my bag with you, and Ill stay here.
Why not all go up? asked Martin. Harmons got nearly two hours to wait. He might as well come along and be comfortable.
Thats the ticket! exclaimed Bob. Leave your bag here and ride up to school with us, Harmon. Well show you around a bit and then well go up to my room or Joes and rest until about a quarter of an hour before your train goes. And Ill ride back with you!
Thats the ticket! exclaimed Bob. Leave your bag here and ride up to school with us, Harmon. Well show you around a bit and then well go up to my room or Joes and rest until about a quarter of an hour before your train goes. And Ill ride back with you!
Harmon hesitated. Thats very nice of you, he said warmly, but I wouldnt want to miss another one. Maybe Id better just sit in the station and
Youd die of the heat down here in this hole, said Joe. Come on! Well find out when the train is due, leave your bag with the agent and beat it.
Harmon allowed himself to be persuaded. After all, it was decidedly warm there at the station, and an hour and fifty-one minutes which was what the agent made it would be a long time to wait. And Joe insisted on waiting with him, too, and that was the strongest argument presented, for Joe and his friends had treated him mighty nicely and Harmon felt that it would be a pretty low piece of business to make any of them suffer. So off they all went presently in one of the tumble-down, creaky carriages that still competed with the few taxi-cabs at Alton, and Harmon proved himself a thoroughly good sport by appearing to forget the regrettable incident and displaying much interest in the town and, finally, the school.
The others pointed out all points of interest on the way: the Congregational Church that had the tallest steeple in New England none of them could remember the exact figures, however the Town Hall and Library, the rival motion picture theaters, the Common with the statue of Nathan Hale in the center at least Bob and Martin thought it was Nathan Hale and Joe was stoutly of the opinion that it was Lafayette the ornate residence of Altons richest and most influential citizen, a brownstone monstrosity almost entirely surrounded by conservatories from which a very few sun-baked ferns and palms peered forth, and so on to the school entrance on Academy Street.
On the left, proclaimed Bob from the front seat, forming a megaphone of his hands, the modest dwelling is the Principals residence. Behind it you can see it now is Haylow Hall. Next on the right you see Lykes, especially interesting as the home of Mr. Robert Newhall, one of Altons most prominent undergraduates. In the center of the row is Academy Hall. Directly back of it, if you look quick, you will discern Lawrence Hall. Lawrence is the most popular of all the buildings. It contains the dining hall. Further to the right is Upton, and then Borden. Behind Borden is the Carey Gymnasium. The building by itself at the further end of the Green is Memorial Hall. We are now entering the school grounds. Let me draw your attention to the German howitzer on the left, and, on the right, one of our own 25s. Both guns saw service in the World War and were presented to the school
Oh, dry up, Bob! protested Joe. Harmon will think youre an idiot.
Reckon he thinks so already, responded Bob sadly, after the way I acted at the station. Jimmy, you can dump us at Lykes.
The driver of the vehicle nodded silently and turned to the left in front of Academy Hall, from the steps of which a group of boys shouted greetings, boisterous and even ribald, to the occupants of the carriage. Harmon found himself wishing that he had been included in that jovial and noisy welcome. This was his first sight of a preparatory school and he liked what he saw and hoped that Kenly would prove as attractive. Alton Academy occupied a tract of ground on the edge of the town apparently two blocks square. From the wide, well-shaded street the Green rose at a gentle grade to the row of brick and limestone buildings that fronted it, a smooth expanse of fine turf intersected by gravel roads and paths and shaded here and there by giant elms. There was no fence nor wall and from a little distance the Green seemed to run, right and left, into the flower-filled yards of the houses across the side streets. There was something very dignified, very lovely about the place, and the visitors heart warmed to it. He wanted to ask if Kenly was like this, but incipient loyalty to the school of his choice restrained him. Then the carriage pulled up at a dormitory building and everyone piled out. There was a squabble between Joe and Martin over who was to pay, Martin harking back to a similar occasion last spring when he had paid the bill and Joes memory failing him utterly. Harmon made a motion toward his pocket, but Bob edged him toward the steps.
Leave it to them, he chuckled. Mart always pays in the end.
This statement was speedily proved true and Joe and Bob conducted Harmon along the first floor corridor to the end of the building and there opened a door and ushered him into a cool, shadowy study. Martin had gone on to Haylow to dispose of his bag, but, before Harmon had got well settled in a comfortable chair where the faint afternoon breeze reached him from one of the windows, he was back.
They sat there awhile and talked. Once Joe and Bob absented themselves on some casual excuse that took them out of the room, and once Martin and Joe were gone for several minutes, but always one of the number was left to entertain the visitor. Harmon liked the study and the small alcove-bedroom that led from it and was much interested in the pictures and trophies that adorned the walls and the tops of the chiffoniers. Joe explained that his roommate, Don Harris, had not arrived and would probably not get there until the next morning. Harris came from Ohio and faculty allowed those who lived at a distance a days grace.
I suppose you have to be at Kenly tonight, dont you, Harmon? he asked.
I believe so. I understand that school begins in the morning. What time is it getting to be? I dont want to miss that next train.
Oh, theres an hour and twenty minutes yet, said Bob. Howd you like to take a look around? It doesnt seem quite so warm now.
The visitor was agreeable to the suggestion and the quartette set forth. They went first to Lawrence Hall and saw the big dining-room that accommodated four hundred. The forty-odd tables were already draped in white and set for supper, and, with the afternoon sunlight slanting through the high windows, the silent hall looked very pleasant. They climbed the stairs to the visitors gallery and then descended other stairs and looked into the big kitchen through the oval windows in the swinging doors. Then came the athletic field, where several of the tennis courts were already in use, and Harmon heard tales of hard-fought battles on gridiron and diamond and track, battles that were invariably won by Alton. He wanted to ask if Kenly had never scored a victory there, but he refrained.
They poked their heads into Upton and Borden Halls, the latter dormitory reserved for the freshman students, and then crossed to the gymnasium. Harmon could honestly and unaffectedly praise that, for it was just about the last cry in buildings of its kind. He looked longingly at the big swimming pool with its clear green water showing the white tiled floor below, and Bob regretted that there wasnt time for a swim. Then came Memorial Hall, where the sunlight shone through the many-hued windows and cast wonderful designs of red and blue and gold and green on the marble tablets across the silent nave. The library was here, a book-lined, galleried hall whose arched ceiling was upheld by dark oak beams. Two great tables, each on a deep-crimson rug, stood at either end, and many comfortable chairs surrounded them. There was a stone fireplace with monstrous andirons, and the school seal above it. Facing the corridor door, a clock, set in the gallery railing, ticked loudly in the silence. Upstairs was the Auditorium on one side of the corridor, a large, many-windowed hall with a platform at one end, while, across from it, were four recitation rooms.