THE LEGAL BATTLE
Langridge left the gymnasium immediately after the unpleasant scene, and
Gerhart soon followed. In a manner, the evening had been partly spoiled
for Ruth, but her girl chums gathered around her, and succeeded in
bringing back a smile to her face.
She and Tom "sat out" the dance over which there had been a dispute, and
in a palm bower they talked of many things. Miss Clinton begged off from
her partner in next to the last dance, but she did the closing number
with Tom, who wished that the music would never cease.
But the dance finally came to an end with a crash of melody, and though
the youths and maidens applauded vigorously, the tired musicians put
away their instruments and departed.
"Well, it's over," spoke Tom, regretfully, as he escorted his fair
companion toward the dressing room.
"Yes, but it was--glorious while it lasted!" she exclaimed, with
brightly sparkling eyes. She was herself again.
"When is the next one?" he asked, eagerly.
"Oh, you greedy boy!" she cried. "I'll let you know, however. We can't
have them too often. The ogress objected to this one, as it was."
"Meaning Miss Philock?" asked Tom.
"No one else. I'll be out soon, and then we'll go home. There are Madge
and Mabel."
Tom and his friends went to have a final cup of coffee, before starting
off with the girls, and while they were drinking the beverage, Frank
Simpson remarked:
"Well, we ought to know this week whether we're going to have a Randall
College any more or not."
"How so?" asked Phil.
"The real legal battle opens in court to-morrow. I heard Dr. Churchill
telling Mr. Zane about it this afternoon. It seems there is a certain
point to be argued before they get at the main issue, and whichever side
wins this point will have the advantage, and practically get the case."
"What sort of a point is it?" asked Tom, who had a little leaning toward
the law.
"Blessed if I know?" replied the Californian. "It was too deep for me,
though I heard Moses mention it. There was something about a writ of
_certiorari_ or _lis pendis_ or an injunction, or something like that."
"Maybe the college authorities are going to ask for an injunction to
prevent Langridge and that crowd from interfering until the football
season is over," suggested Holly Cross, hopefully.
"What? Do you imagine that all Moses and the others have to think of is
football?" demanded Phil. "I tell you, fellows, this is a serious
matter. I'd hate to see old Randall done away with."
"So would we all," declared Kindlings. "But maybe we'll win in court,
just as----"
"As we didn't against Fairview, but as we're going to do against Boxer
Hall!" interrupted Tom, with energy, and then he saw Ruth beckoning to
him, as she stood with her chums, most bewitchingly arrayed in a fur
coat. "Come on!" called Tom to his friends, and soon they were escorting
the girls home.
There was some expectation when the students at Randall assembled in
chapel the next morning, and it was borne out by an announcement Dr.
Churchill made.
"Perhaps some of you have heard of the further rumors going about
concerning our difficulties," he said, gravely. "I beg of you to pay no
attention to them. The case is far from settled, though within two days
it may progress much toward that end, either for us--or against us. I
now wish to state," he went on, after a pause, "that the faculty as well
as the directors have been summoned to court to-morrow and the following
day, so that Randall will be without a teaching force. You young
gentlemen will be given two holidays from your lectures and studies, but
I request that none of you leave the vicinity of the college in that
time. Mr. Zane will be in charge. I believe that is all," and the
president bowed to the students.
"Wow! Think of it! Two days off!" whispered Dutch.
"You'll practice football as you never did before," declared Kindlings
with energy. "It isn't going to be all cakes and ginger ale for you,
Dutch, my lad!"
There was much jubilation among the students at the prospect of an
unexpected vacation, and even that day, preceding the two days' holiday,
the spirit of unrest was manifested, so that lectures suffered.
Early the next morning, President Churchill and the entire faculty took
the train for the county seat, where the legal battle would be fought in
the courthouse. The president and the instructors were needed to give
evidence as to how long Randall had been in undisturbed possession of
the land, as the college lawyers hoped thus to prove their right to it,
even without the lost quit-claim deed.
"Now, young gentlemen," began Proctor Zane, when the authorities had
departed, "I shall expect implicit obedience from all of you in this
emergency. I want no skylarking or horseplay," and as he said that he
looked directly at Dutch Housenlager.
"Oh, no, we won't do a thing," promised the fun-loving lad. "Will we,
Holly?"
"Speak for yourself. I'm going to practice kicking," declared the big
centre, as he walked over toward the gridiron with a ball under his arm,
followed by a number of the eleven.
Kindlings and the coach took advantage of the free time to insist on
thorough practice, and an impromptu game was arranged with a nearby
preparatory school for the following day, while for the present the
'varsity would have the scrub as opponents. There was a noticeable
improvement on the part of the regular eleven, and Captain Woodhouse
felt much encouraged.
"I say, fellows," remarked Dutch Housenlager, as he strolled into the
room of our four chums that night, and found Frank Simpson there, "I've
got a great idea."
"What is it, to set the college on fire, transport it bodily to some
other location, or some other cute and infantile bit of cutting-up like
that?" asked Tom.
"Neither, you old catamaran! But Zane has his hands full with the
freshman class. Particular hob has broken loose over in their dormitory,
and 'Zany' is at his wits' end. Now, what's the matter with some of us
getting into his room, and upsetting it a bit, to pay him back for what
he's made us suffer? How's that for a joke?"
"Too kiddish," declared Phil. "If you can't think up anything more
lively you'd better go to bed, or join the freshies. Come again, Dutch."
"Say, it's a wonder you fellows wouldn't think up something lively
yourselves, once in a while," protested the big lad. "You want me to
do it all, and then you blame me if it doesn't come out right. Name
something yourself, Phil Clinton," challenged Dutch.
"Oh, get out, we're going to have a game of chess," declared Sid. "Keep
quiet."
"Well, if you fellows don't want to have a good time, I'm going to,"
declared Dutch, with an injured air. "I'll find someone to do the trick
with me, and then you'll wish you'd come along."
"Fare thee well," mockingly called Tom, after the departing student.
Dutch managed to get Holly Cross and the two Jersey twins into his
scheme, and the four lads, after ascertaining that the proctor was
busily engaged trying to bring order out of chaos in the freshmen
ranks, made for Mr. Zane's room.
"We'll make him think a cyclone has broken loose," declared Dutch,
gleefully. "It will be rich."
Now Mr. Zane was the personification of neatness. His room was as well
arranged as the stateroom of the captain on an ocean liner. There was a
place for everything, and everything was always in its place.
But the mischief-making students had not been inside more than three
minutes, before the apartment did indeed look as though a looting
burglar had been at work. Drawers of bureaus were pulled out, books were
scattered all about, the chairs were piled up on the tables, a couch was
turned over, and some of the incandescent light bulbs removed.
"Now let's turn every picture with the face to the wall," proposed
Dutch, with a chuckle.
"Great!" declared Joe Jackson.
"Immense!" echoed his brother.
They were in the act of turning the etchings and engravings about face,
when there came a sudden knock at the door. If thunder had sounded in
the room the lads could not have been more surprised. They looked at
each other in consternation. The knock was repeated.
"Co--come in," stammered Holly.
Slowly the portal was pushed open, and, there, standing in the hall, was
Professor Emerson Tines, with a small valise in his hand.
At the sight of the confusion that reigned in the proctor's well-ordered
apartment a look of amazement spread itself over the face of the Latin
instructor. His jaw fell, and the valise did likewise. Then he snapped
his teeth together, there came a glinting light into his eyes, and with
a frosty smile he spoke.
"Good evening, young gentlemen," he said, as he stepped into the room.
"Caught!" murmured Dutch, as he let a picture swing back into place.
"Caught!"