A CLOSE COUNT
"You're doing yourself proud to-day, Fred," remarked Bristles Carpenter,
as he dropped down beside the other, who had donned his sweater-jacket,
so that he might not take cold, and thus stiffen his muscles before
being called upon to toe the mark again, toward the end of the meet, for
the road race.
"Well, I feel just like a bird, and that's a fact, Bristles," replied
Fred, as he turned smilingly upon his chum. "Everything seems to be
coming my way, outside of this athletic meet, you know."
"I heard Colon tell how you and your father came over to his uncle's
last night, bringing a stranger along with you; and that he turned out
to be the witness you've been looking for so long--Hiram Masterson. Say,
that was the name of that farmer and his girl we helped that time;
wasn't it, Fred?"
"Sure," answered the other, for he felt that so faithful a friend as
Bristles ought to be taken into his confidence, now that all danger was
over. "He and Hiram are brothers, and both of 'em are nephews of Squire
Lemington."
"And by the way, I don't see Buck's face around; what d'ye reckon
happened to him to keep him away, when he's so set on athletics?"
So Fred, seeing his chance, explained in a few sentences all that had
happened on the preceding afternoon. Great was the astonishment of
Bristles.
"Talk to me about luck, there never was anything to equal yours, Fred!"
he declared, as he shook hands warmly. "And so Hiram gave all his
evidence under oath, and in the presence of witnesses, so there's no
chance of his being kidnapped again, I guess. That'll knock the old
syndicate silly; eh?"
"It has already, they tell me," Fred went on, composedly. "Word must
have been sent to Squire Lemington, for early this morning he was down
at the telegraph office wiring his chief, and getting an answer. My
father has received a message from the Squire saying that he and the
president of the big company would be glad to make an appointment with
him, for the purpose of talking over business matters. And he also said
that he felt sure they could come to some agreement that would be
satisfactory to both sides, and so avoid the expense and delay of a
lawsuit."
"Bully! bully, all around; that must mean a hundred thousand or two for
your folks. But I hope you keep your eye out for that tricky Squire,
Fred. If there's any loop-hole for treachery he'll find it, mark me."
"Oh! we're in the hands of Judge Colon now; and you can catch a weasel
asleep sooner than he could be found napping. Rest easy, Bristles, the
game's already won, and the fun over, all but the shouting."
"Isn't it great, though? And all these months you've been going around
with a cheery smile on your face, Fred, when you carried a heavy load of
worry. You don't care if I mention these things to my folks; do you?"
"Not a bit of it," answered the other, briskly. "We've had to keep
things quiet long enough; and now that the tide's turned our way we want
everybody to know the facts. Tell it as often as you please; only don't
be too personal about the share Squire Lemington had in the carrying off
of Hiram. We've got no actual proof, you know, about that."
"There goes our Dave at it again, throwing the discus," remarked
Bristles; "it's a dead sure thing we win this event. And if I hadn't
fallen down in my turn, Riverport would be just two points more ahead
of her closest rivals. But I'm going to take up training next time. I've
learned my weak point, and I hope to cure it."
"There's a happy boy, if there's one here," said Fred, nodding his head
in the direction of a rather sturdily-set young chap, who stood watching
the throwing of the weight; and whose presence in running trunks and
sleeveless shirt announced that he expected to make one of the races.
"Why, it's Gabe Larkins, for a fact; I didn't know he was in this thing
at all," Bristles ventured.
"Yes, you may remember that he used to say he was fond of all outdoor
sports; but never had time to take part in them," Fred went on to
remark. "Well, Brad found that he was a clever runner, and he coaxed him
to practice a little on the sly. He used to be a Riverport schoolboy,
you see, before he was taken out to go to work; so he was eligible for
entry. And I really believe he's going to prove a valuable find yet."
"Talking about training, I heard Mr. De Camp say he didn't believe in
too much of that sort of thing for boys," Bristles volunteered.
"Yes, I heard him say that, and he explained it too," Fred went on with.
"You see, a boy is in the process of the making. He can stand just so
much, and if he exceeds his powers he may work irreparable ruin to his
system. He said that a boy ought never to be trained as grown athletes
are. His training ought to be just play. He must be shown how to do
things properly, and then allowed to go about it in his own way. Give
him an example of how the thing should be done, and then let him play
his own game."
A wild burst of cheering stopped their conference, and Bristles jumped
up to ascertain what caused it.
"Of course Dave just beat his own high water mark," he called out; "and
neither of the others is in the same class, just what I said would
happen. Another point for us. But the next lot look dangerous, I'm
afraid."
They proved to be more than that, for two points went to the up-river
town as the wrestling match, and the three-standing jump contest were
decided in their favor by the impartial judges. As yet there had not
been heard the least criticism of the way these gentlemen conducted
their part of the affair. While in several close decisions there may
have been many disappointed lads, still it was fully believed that the
judges were working squarely to give each contestant a fair deal, and
favor no one at the expense of others.
A comical potato race next sent the crowds into convulsions of laughter.
And of course Paulding had to win that. How the others did rub it into
the advocates of the down-river school; but they only grinned, and
accepted the gibes with becoming modesty.
"Oh! we're strong on all the games that go to make up the real thing,"
one of the baseball squad remarked, grinning amiably at the chaff of his
friends. "You see, potatoes go to make up life for a big part of the
human race; and we're after 'em, good and hard. And our girls are
helping us out handsomely. We take off our hats to the fair sex.
Paulding is all right, if a little slow sometimes."
In that spirit the various contests were being carried out. Small danger
of any serious trouble arising between the three schools when their
young people showed such true sportsmanlike qualities in their
competitions, keen-set though they were to win a victory.
The afternoon was wearing on, and the enthusiasm did not seem to wane in
the slightest degree. True, a lot of the boys were getting quite hoarse
from constant shouting; but others took up the refrain, while they
contented themselves with making frantic gestures, and throwing up
cushions, hats, and canes whenever they felt the spirit to create a
disturbance rioting within them.
Brad Morton kept hovering near Fred as the contest went on, and it
began to look more and more like a tie between the two schools, when the
great and concluding five mile road race was called.
He asked many times how Fred felt, and if there was anything like
rubbing down he needed, in order to limber up some muscle that might not
feel just right.
"Not a thing, Brad," the other remarked, waving his hand toward the
grandstand as he saw Flo Temple flaunting her flag at him meaningly. "I
tell you I never felt in better trim than I do right now--as fine as
silk. And unless something unexpected happens to me on the road, I'm
going to bring those three tallies home for Riverport, or know the
reason why. After all that's happened lately to make me happy, I just
don't see how I could lose. Quit worrying, Brad."
And under this inspiring kind of talk the track captain did brace up, so
that he even allowed a smile to creep over his grim face.
"Well, you're the one to give a fellow tone, and make him feel good,
Fred," he remarked. "I reckon you feel confident without being too sure;
and that's the way a fellow competing against others ought to feel. He's
just got to believe in himself up to the last second; and in lots of
cases that same confidence wins out. But I wish you hadn't had to take
part in that half-mile sprint. It might have done something that you'll
find out after you get well into the long race."
"Oh! let up, won't you, Brad?" urged Fred. "I tell you I'm in perfect
condition. And I'll prove it pretty soon, you see; for it's getting near
the time for my run right now."
Throughout the grandstand they were already talking of that long five
mile run, which was bound to excite more interest than any other event
of this glorious day of sports.
"They say Fenton strained a tendon in his foot, and limps already," one
of the up-river fellows remarked, with a wink toward his comrades; for
he knew how quickly Mame Wells would take up cudgels for her colors.
"Oh! he has; eh?" she exclaimed derisively; "very well, Mort Cambridge,
just you step out and tell your runners they'd better be straining some
of _their_ tendons, because they'll need everything that Fred Fenton's
got, if they want to be in sight when he comes romping home. A strained
tendon, humph! Look at him walking across the field right now; did you
ever see anybody have a more springy step than that? Isn't it so, Flo?"
and there was a shout, as the doctor's daughter, with a flushed face but
with sparkling eyes, nodded her head defiantly.
"How does the score stand?" asked someone, breathlessly.
"Eleven for Mechanicsburg, to thirteen for Riverport, and five for
Paulding."
"And only the road race left on the calendar, which counts three points.
Then it will settle the championship; for the side that comes in ahead
there will win in number of points, Mechanicsburg just nosing over,
while we'd have five to the good."
"And here's the director going to announce the race, while the other man
will name all the contestants entered to take part. My! what a big bunch
there are; and how exciting it promises to be. But I'm pinning my faith
on Fred Fenton to win."
And pretty Flo Temple gave the speaker a grateful look, because he
voiced her sentiments exactly.