OFF FOR THE GAME
"Where in the world can Dave and Paul be keeping themselves?"
It was Roger who spoke. He and the others had had their dinner and were
out on the campus doing a last bit of practising before starting for
Mr. Mongrace's place.
"They certainly should have been here long ago," returned Phil. "They
won't have time to get their dinner."
"I wonder if Gus Plum and his crowd met them on the road," said Sam.
"They were out on their wheels."
"I'll ask them," said Shadow, and ran off to do so. He met Nat Poole at
the doorway to the Hall.
"Say, Nat, did you see anything of Dave Porter and Paul Babcock when
you were out on your wheel?" he asked.
Nat Poole started at the direct question and his face changed color.
But he quickly recovered.
"No, I didn't see them," he answered. "What makes you ask?"
"They are missing and I know you were out on your wheel and they went
out too--over to Leeton."
"We went to Oakdale," said Nat, and turned away, for fear of being
questioned further. He, Plum, and Jasniff had arranged it between them
to say they had been to Oakdale and nowhere else.
Shadow Hamilton returned to his friends and related what Poole had
said. Some of the students had already departed for the football field,
going on their wheels and in one of the carriages belonging to the
place. The football club was to take the carryall, and turnouts had
been engaged for all who were to witness the game.
Soon Andrew Dale came out to see if the team was ready. He was greatly
surprised when he learned that Dave and Paul were missing.
"It may be they have been delayed," said he, "and if that is so, they
may have gone direct from Leeton to the Mongrace estate. I think there
is a fairly good road."
"Perhaps that is so," answered the senator's son, brightening a little.
"But they ought to have come here--they knew I should be worried."
"You had better take their suits along. We can leave word here about
the suits--in case they come after we are gone."
Swiftly the minutes went by until the club could wait no longer. Then
into the carryall they piled, regulars and substitutes, taking the
outfits of the missing players with them. Jackson Lemond was to drive,
and with a crack of the whip they were off. Usually the boys would have
been noisy and full of fun, but now they were sober.
"Paul told me he would surely be back," said Henshaw. "I am afraid
something has happened to him."
"Maybe they got a tumble," suggested Buster Beggs. "But it would be
queer if they both got caught at the same time."
The boys had brought their horns and rattles with them, yet they made
little noise as they rode along, much to the satisfaction of Jackson
Lemond, who had been afraid they would scare the horses and cause them
to bolt. Yet the Hall driver was sorry to see them so blue.
"Ain't feelin' much like playin', I take it," he observed.
"It is not that, Horsehair," answered Roger. "We are alarmed over the
absence of Dave Porter and Paul Babcock."
"Got to have 'em to play, eh?"
"Well, they belong on the regular eleven."
"Maybe they went ahead," said the Hall driver, hopefully.
The roads were in good condition, and soon they reached the broad
highway leading directly to the Mongrace estate. On this road they met
a score of turnouts all bound for the football field.
"Hurrah! There are the Oak Hall fellows!"
"Hope you win, boys!"
"You've got to put up a stiff game if you want to come out ahead this
season. Rockville has got a dandy team."
So the cries ran on, while horns were blown and rattles used. Then a
big stage lumbered up, carrying a number of students from Rockville in
their natty military uniforms.
"This is the time we'll wax you!"
"After this game Oak Hall won't be in it!"
"Bet you two to one we beat you!"
"Bet your small change on that, or you'll be a beggar!" cried one of
the Oak Hall boys in return.
"We'll race you to the grounds!" said a Rockville student. "Get up
there!" he cried to the horses pulling the stage. The whip was used and
the turnout bounded ahead.
"Here, this won't do, Horsehair!" cried Phil. "We can't let them beat
us on the road like this. Start up the team."
Now, if there was one thing that Lemond took pride in, it was his
horses, and seldom was it that he allowed anybody to pass him on the
road. Dr. Clay kept good animals, and Horsehair saw to it that they
were always in the best of condition. Moreover, he and the driver for
Rockville were as bitter rivals as the students themselves.
"Ain't goin' to pass us to-day!" said he, setting his teeth. "Git up!"
and he snapped his whip in a manner that meant business.
The horses understood, and in a moment more a race was on in earnest.
Stage and carryall streaked down the broad road side by side, all of
the students shrieking themselves hoarse.
"Go it, Horsehair! Don't let them beat us!"
"Send 'em ahead, Jerry! We can't take the dust of Oak Hall!"
Faster and faster went stage and carryall and now the two drivers
settled down to the race in earnest. Then came a turn and the Oak Hall
turnout shot ahead.
"Good for you, Horsehair!" yelled Phil. "Keep it up!"
"Catch him, Jerry, catch him!" came from behind.
"You can't catch us to-day!" flung back Buster Beggs. "Good-by! We'll
tell 'em you are coming!" Then the carryall swept up to some private
carriages, passed them, and left the Rockville stage in the dust of the
road behind.
The little brush served to brighten up Roger and his companions, and as
they drew close to the football field they blew their horns and sounded
their rattles. When they swept into the grounds they were greeted with
cheers, and Oak Hall flags were waved everywhere.
It was certainly a fine football field, as level as a house floor and
well roped off. To one side was a neat grand stand, painted green and
white, and decorated with flags and bunting. At the far end of the
field was a big tent, where the refreshments were to be served, and
opposite the grand stand was a special inclosure for any outsiders who
cared to witness the contest. Each school was well represented by its
followers, and there were fully a thousand spectators in addition.
"We couldn't have a nicer day nor a better crowd," remarked Phil, as he
gazed around.
"Do you see anything of Dave and Paul?" questioned Roger, anxiously.
All looked around quickly and then hurried to the dressing room under
the grand stand. Not a sign of the missing players was to be seen
anywhere.
"We've got fifteen minutes yet," said Roger. "They may show up at any
minute."
"Are all the Rockville players here?" asked Ben.
"Yes, and they look as if they meant business, too," answered Buster
Beggs.
The grand stand had been divided into three parts, the middle for the
owner of the estate and his special friends, and either end for the two
schools. In the best position on the stand was the sick brother of the
owner of the estate, propped up in an invalid's chair. His face wore a
smile, as if he enjoyed everything that was going on.
In an extreme corner of the Oak Hall end of the stand sat Gus Plum, Nat
Poole, and Nick Jasniff. They were awaiting the outcome of the game
with deep interest, although sure that their school would lose. Through
a friend in Oakdale they had placed practically all their spending
money on bets in favor of Rockville,--in fact Gus Plum had gone
into debt twenty dollars, borrowing the amount from a student named
Chadworth.
"Say, are you sure you fixed Henshaw?" whispered the bully of the Hall
to Jasniff. "He doesn't look to be very sick or dizzy-headed."
"Oh, I fixed him right enough," returned Nick Jasniff. "Maybe the stuff
hasn't had time to work."
"Or maybe you didn't give him enough," commented Nat Poole.
"I gave him the dose called for. Of course I didn't dare to give him
too much."
"I don't see anything of Porter or Babcock," went on Poole, with a side
wink at his cronies.
"No, it's funny where they are," answered Gus Plum, in a loud voice.
"Maybe they got afraid to play," added Jasniff, in an equally loud tone.
It soon became noised around that Dave and Paul had failed to show
themselves, and Dr. Clay himself came from the grand stand to see about
it. But nobody could give him any information.
"Something must have happened to detain them," said the owner of the
Hall. "They would certainly get here if they could."
At last it was time to go out on the field for practice. Henshaw was
put in Babcock's place, as he was able to play the position almost as
well as anybody, and a lad named Farrell took the position reserved for
Dave.
"There goes Henshaw out," said Nat Poole, in a low voice. "He seems to
be all right."
"Why shouldn't he be all right?" demanded a student sitting behind the
speaker.
"I wasn't talking to you, Dodd."
"Well, why shouldn't Henshaw be all right?" insisted Dodd.
"Why,--er--somebody said he wasn't feeling well, that's all," stammered
Nat Poole.
"He told me he was feeling bang-up."
"That so? Well, I'm glad to hear it," said Poole, weakly.
As a matter of fact Henshaw was feeling just a bit faint and dizzy, the
drug not having had time to have its full effect. Luckily the lad was
strong and with a good heart action, so he was bound to suffer less
than had he been otherwise.
There was a cheer for the Oak Hall players and another cheer when the
Rockville eleven appeared on the field. The practice of each team was
snappy and vigorous and brought forth applause.
The umpire and the referee were college men, chosen by Mr. Dale and a
teacher from Rockville, and the linesmen were others acceptable all
around. The practice over, there was a five minutes' intermission.
"Dave and Babcock are not here yet," sighed Phil, "I declare, it's
too bad! If we have many accidents on the field we'll be more than
short-handed."
"They wouldn't stay away of their own accord," said Roger. "Something
is wrong--I'm dead sure of it."
It had been decided that the two halves of the game should be of
thirty minutes each, with an intermission of ten minutes. Roger, Phil,
Ben, and Buster Beggs occupied the positions they had filled the
season previous, and the others of the eleven were placed to the best
advantage. The center and the right guard were a little weak, but this
could not be helped. On the other hand, the Rockville eleven appeared
to be exceptionally well balanced.
"Time to play!" cried Phil, presently, and the eleven at once took
their positions. Then the Rockville men came on the field once more;
and a minute later the great game started.