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Kingsford, Quarter
[Illustration: THE GREAT GAME.]
Kingsford, Quarter
By
Ralph Henry Barbour
Author of “The Crimson Sweater,” “Tom, Dick, and Harriet,”
“Harry’s Island,” “Captain Chub,” etc.
With Illustrations
By C. M. Relyea
[Illustration]
New York
The Century Co.
1910
Copyright, 1909, 1910, by
THE CENTURY CO.
_Published September, 1910_
Electrotyped and Printed by
C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston
TO
CARLETON NOYES
AS A TOKEN OF A
LONG FRIENDSHIP
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. EVAN HAPPENS IN 3
II. THE BOY IN 32 14
III. EVAN MAKES ACQUAINTANCES 28
IV. MALCOLM WARNE 41
V. EVAN IS WARNED 55
VI. THE HAZING 71
VII. UP THE MOUNTAIN 89
VIII. ON TABLE ROCK 104
IX. DINNER IS SERVED 112
X. STORIES AND SLUMBER 121
XI. JELLY CLIMBS A TREE 131
XII. IN THE FOG 145
XIII. EVAN RETIRES 157
XIV. THE FOOTBALL MEETING 167
XV. THE CONTRIBUTION-BOX 182
XVI. ROB PLAYS A TRUMP 195
XVII. THE INDEPENDENTS ORGANIZE 205
XVIII. DUFFIELD TAKES HOLD 220
XIX. DEVENS AGREES 233
XX. INDEPENDENTS VS. SECOND 246
XXI. DEVENS RESIGNS 262
XXII. THE SCHOOL TAKES A HAND 277
XXIII. THE INDEPENDENTS DISSOLVE 296
XXIV. THE GAME WITH ADAMS 312
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
The Great Game _Frontispiece_
PAGE
“Look pleasant, kid,” he continued threateningly 7
“I play foot-ball,” answered Evan. “I want to try for the
team here” 21
“Hello!” he said. “Oh, beg pardon. Where’s Rob?” 47
“Ever played foot-ball?” 57
“Talk about your palatial mansions!” exclaimed Rob 67
He went through the motions of kicking from placement 83
It was a silent and very disgusted throng of spectators 199
“If we don’t make Hop and Prentiss sit up and take
notice before the season’s over, I’ll eat my hat!” 217
“Now then, you fellows――I’m here to show you what I know
about foot-ball and you’re here to learn” 229
The game between the Independents and the Second School
Team 251
“Then that’s settled, eh?” asked Hopkins beamingly 273
The meeting broke up in confusion 289
The meeting resolved itself into a parade that made the
round of the buildings and sang foot-ball songs 305
KINGSFORD, QUARTER
CHAPTER I
EVAN HAPPENS IN
Evan climbed the second flight of stairs, pulling his bag heavily
behind him. For the last quarter of an hour he had been wishing that
he had packed fewer books in it. At the station he had stopped to
telegraph to his family announcing his safe arrival at Riverport,
and so had lost the stage to school and had walked a full mile and
a quarter. That is ordinarily no task for a well-set-up, strong lad
of fifteen years, but when he is burdened with a large suit-case
containing no end of books and boots and other stuff that ought to be
in his trunk, and when the last half-mile is steadily uphill, it makes
a difference. Evan was aware of the difference.
At the top of the final flight he set the bag down and looked
speculatively up and down the long, dim hallway. In front of him the
closed door was numbered 24. At the office they had assigned him to 36
Holden. He had found the dormitory without difficulty, and now he had
only to find 36. He wondered which way the numbers ran. That he wasn’t
alone up here on the second floor was evident, for from behind closed
doors and opened doors came the sound of much talking and laughter.
While he stood there resting his tired arms, the portal of number 24
was flung open, and a tall youth in his shirt-sleeves confronted him.
Behind the tall youth the room seemed at first glance to be simply
seething with boys.
“Where is room 36, please?” asked Evan.
“Thirty-six?” The other considered the question with a broad smile.
Then, instead of answering, he turned toward the room. “Say, fellows,
here’s a new one. Come and have a look. It’ll do you no end of good.”
In a second the doorway was filled with curious, grinning faces.
Perhaps if Evan hadn’t been so tired he would have accepted the
situation with better humor. As it was, he lifted his suit-case and
turned away with a scowl.
“He doesn’t like us!” wailed a voice. “Ah, woe is me!”
“Where’s he going?” asked another. “Tarry, stranger, and――”
“He wants 36,” said the tall youth. “Who’s in 36, somebody?”
“Nobody. Tupper had it last year; he and Andy Long.”
“Say, kid, 36 is at the other end of the hall. But don’t scowl at me
like that, or I’ll come out there and give you something to be peevish
about.”
Evan, obeying directions, turned and passed the group again in search
of his room. He paid no heed to the challenge, for he was much too
tired to get really angry. But he didn’t take the scowl from his face,
and the boy in the doorway saw it.
“Look pleasant, kid,” he continued threateningly. He pushed his way
through the laughing group and overtook Evan a little way down the
hall. He was a big chap, good-looking in a heavy way, and seemed to be
about seventeen years old. He placed a hand on Evan’s shoulder and with
a quick jerk swung him around with his back to the wall. Evan dropped
his bag and raised his hands defensively.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
“Didn’t I tell you to look pleasant?” growled his tormentor, with an
ugly grin on his features. “Didn’t I? Well, do it!”
“You let me alone,” said Evan, the blood rushing into his cheeks.
“Of course I’ll let you alone, kid; when I get ready. Off with that
scowl; do you hear?”
“You take it off!” answered Evan, pushing the other away from him.
“The new one’s game!” cried the tall youth. The others were flocking
about them. Evan’s arms were beaten down swiftly and pinned to his
sides in a strong grip, and a hand was passed roughly over his face,
hurting so that, in spite of him, the tears rushed to his eyes. With an
effort he shook off the other’s grip, stumbled over the suit-case, and
staggered against a door. The next moment he was falling backward, the
door giving way behind him. He landed on his back, his head striking
the thinly carpeted floor with a force that made him see all sorts and
sizes of blue stars and for an instant quite dazed him. Then he heard a
drawling voice somewhere at the back of the room say:
[Illustration: “‘LOOK PLEASANT, KID,’ HE CONTINUED THREATENINGLY.”]
“Welcome to my humble domicile.”
When he opened his eyes, his assailant was standing over him, and the
group in the doorway held several anxious faces.
“Aren’t hurt, are you?” asked the cause of his mishap. “Give me your
hand.”
Evan obeyed and was pulled to his feet. He had quite forgotten his
anger. “I’m all right,” he said dully, feeling of the back of his head.
“That’s right,” said the other, with a note of relief in his voice. “I
didn’t mean to hurt you. It was the door, you see.”
“Up to your tricks again, eh, Hop?”
It was the drawling voice Evan had heard a moment before, and its
owner, a tall, somewhat lanky boy, came into view around the table.
“You’ve got the keenest sense of humor, Hop, I ever met with. Why
didn’t you drop him out of the window?”
“Oh, you dry up, Rob. I didn’t do anything to him. The door was
unlatched, and he fell against it. It’s none of your business, anyway.”
“It’s my business if I like to make it mine,” was the reply. He pulled
up a chair and waved Evan toward it. “Sit down and get your breath,”
he directed. Evan obeyed, his gaze studying the youth called Hop.
“Now, then,” said his new acquaintance quietly, “all out, if you
please, gentlemen. I’ll look after the patient. Leave him to me.”
The group at the doorway melted away, and Hop followed. As he passed
out, he turned and found Evan’s gaze still on him.
“Well, you’ll know me, I guess, when you see me again,” he said crossly.
“I think I shall,” answered Evan, calmly.
His host chuckled as he closed and bolted the door. Then he came back
and sank into a chair opposite Evan, his legs sprawling across the
floor.
“Well?” he asked kindly. “Any damage?”
“No, I guess not. My head aches and I’m sort of dizzy, but I’ll be all
right in a minute.”
“I guess so. Just come, did you?”
“Yes; I was looking for my room when that chap――”
“Frank Hopkins.”
“When he got mad because I scowled at him. We tussled, and I fell
through the door.”
“That was partly my fault. I’m sorry. You see, I’d been fixing the
latch so I could open it from bed, and I hadn’t quite finished when
you bumped against the door. What’s your name?”
“Kingsford.”
“Mine’s Langton; first name Robert; commonly called Rob; sometimes
Lanky. Glad to meet you. Nice of you to drop in so casually.”
Evan laughed.
“That’s better. Wait a minute.” Rob got up and went to the wash-stand
and dipped a towel in the pitcher. “Put that around your head,” he
directed. “It’s good for aches. Too wet, is it? Let me have it.” He
wrung some of the water out on the carpet and handed it back. “There
you are. What room have they put you into?”
“Thirty-six.”
“No good,” said Rob, with a shake of his head. “You’ll freeze to death
there. The Gobbler had it two years ago, and he did something to the
steam-pipes so that the heat doesn’t get around any more. He vows he
didn’t, but I know the Gobbler.”
“Can’t it be fixed?”
“It never has been. They’ve tried dozens of times. I have an idea what
the trouble is, and I told Mac――he’s house faculty here――that I could
fix it if he’d let me. But he never would.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll have to live there just the same,” said Evan,
with a smile.
“Oh, I don’t know. Where do you come from, Kingsford?”
“Elmira, New York.”
“Really? My home’s in Albany. We’re natives of the same old State,
aren’t we? I guess we’ll get on all right. What class are you in?”
“Junior.”
“So am I. That’s another bond of sympathy. I call this great luck! I
hate to live alone. Sandy Whipple was with me last year, but he had
typhoid in the summer and isn’t coming back for a while. And now you
happen in. Well, make yourself at home, Kingsford. It isn’t a bad room,
you see. That’s your side over there.”
“But――this isn’t 36, is it?” asked Evan.
“Not a bit of it. This is 32. I told you, didn’t I, that 36 was no
good?”
“But they’ve put me there! Won’t I have to go?”
“Of course not. I’ll settle it with the Doctor. You’re inclined to
colds, you know, and 36 wouldn’t do for a minute. You leave it all to
me. Any consumption in your family?”
“No. Why in the world do you ask that?”
“Well, if you had a consumptive uncle or cousin or something, it would
help. I’d tell the Doctor that your lungs were weak and that your Uncle
Tom had consumption. But never mind. I’ll fix it.”
“But――but do you really want me here?”
“Of course I do! Didn’t I just say that I was down in the mouth because
I didn’t have a room-mate? Besides, I like your looks. And we’re both
New Yorkers, and we’re both juniors. That ought to settle it, I should
say.”
“Well, it’s awfully good of you,” said Evan, gratefully, “and I’ll be
glad to room with you if they’ll let me. Only――”
“Only nothing!” said the other, decisively. “Fate threw you in here,
and here you stay!”