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you know."

“Fine and dandy," answered Harry cheer- haps the last two goals had encouraged her. At fully. “ You must come and see him; I think all events she played as she had never played all he gets rather dull sometimes. I've got some season. Roy was a streak of greased lightning, more white mice. That makes sixteen. I Jack was a tornado, Warren and Kirby shot wish I knew what to do with them. Dad says about as though they had wings on their shoes I'll have to kill them, but I just could n't do instead of mere steel runners, Chub was a bullit.”

dog and a fierce and speedy one, Bacon seemed “ Why not turn them loose?” asked Roy. to have eyes in the back of his head and Harry giggled.

Hadden was invulnerable. Ferry Hill was “I tried that and some of them came back forcing the playing now and for minutes at a and went up to John 's room and he found one time she appeared to have things all her own in his boot in the morning. He was terribly way. Only the Hammond goal-tend saved the mad about it. John's very quick tempered, day for the Cherry and Black. Time and again

he was the only defense left and time and again “ John's a brute,” said Roy. “How about he turned seeming success into failure for the the squabs?"

swooping enemy.

Then came another carrom “Oh, they're coming fast ! There are back of goal, again Jack was on the spot and twelve already. I-I wish they would n 't once more the Ferry Hill sticks danced in air. hatch. I hate to have them killed.'

Hammond, 6; Ferry Hill, 4! “Mighty fine eating, squabs,” said Roy teas- Hammond was beginning to show herself ingly. Harry shot an indignant glance at him. tuckered. Her right-center was plainly played

“ Any person who'd eat a squab,” she out and gave his place to a new man. Even cried, “ deserves to be to be -"

Schonberg exhibited signs of failing strength But Roy did n't learn what such a person and no longer played with the dash and brildeserved, for at that moment Mr. Cobb sum- liancy with which he had begun the contest. moned the teams out again. Roy peeled off And as the enemy weakened, Ferry Hill his crimson sweater, looked to his skate straps strengthened. Schonberg went to the ice and and called to Jack. When the latter had his stick flew out of his hand while Roy flew on skated up Roy talked to him earnestly for a with the puck slipping along in front of him. moment.

Kirby sent cover-point out of the play, the disk “ All ready, Porter ?” cried Warren.

slid along the snowy ice to Warren and he “ About six or eight feet from the corner of lifted it at goal. Goal-tender stopped it with the goal, ” finished Roy. " And bang it in his knee, slashed it aside and crouched at the without waiting for anything. Understand ?” corner of the net. Roy turned on his heel,

Jack nodded and the two skated to their found the puck as it flew by and rushed back to places.

goal. The whole Hammond team was about The larger part of the second half was an him and sticks banged and whizzed. It was a alternation of encouragement and disappoint- bedlam of cries and whacks and the grind of ment for both sides until ten minutes before steel on ice. Science was forgotten for the the end. The score was then 6 to 2 in favor moment; Hammond was fighting tooth and of Hammond.

nail to drive back the invader. Once the puck Ferry Hill had the puck in the middle of was wrested from Ferry Hill and shot back up the ice and her forwards flew to their places. the ice to the middle of the rink, but Chub was Down the rink they charged, the disk flying awaiting it and brought it back, speeding along from Kirby to Warren, from Warren to Jack like an express train. He passed to Kirby in Rogers and ultimately from the latter's stick time to fool a Hammond forward, dodged, past goal's knees into the net. Hammond, received the puck again and charged down on 6; Ferry Hill, 3.

goal, dispersing the foe by the sheer impetus. There were eight minutes more to play. Ferry Sticks flew about his feet and point threw himHill seemed to have found her pace at last, per- self at him. Then came a quick side pass to Roy, the sharp sound of stick against puck and winging straight for the goal. But a gloved the ring of the iron post as the hard rubber disk hand met it and tossed it aside. Roy swung struck it and glanced in. Five to six, and circling back and passed across to Jack. Ferry Hill coming all the time! How the Another shot, this time wide of the net. Schonbrown-decked boys along the sides yelled! Mr. berg and Jack fought it out in the corner and Cobb consulted the time-keeper.

Jack rapped the disk out to Warren. The “ Two minutes left!” he called, sharply. Hammond cover-point checked his stick and

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“ Time enough to win in!” shouted Roy. secured the disk, shooting it down the rink.

“Sure!” answered Jack triumphantly. With Hammond forward got it but was off-side. sticks gyrating they sped back to their posi- Warren joined him and they faced near the centions. But Hammond was in no hurry now A quick pass to Jack and the forwards and the time-keeper kept his eyes carefully on turned and dug their blades into the ice. his stop-watch until finally the whistle shrilled Down they came, charging and passing, past again. Then back to the fray went the brown cover-point, past point, and then jerseys and over the ice sped the Ferry Hill Out shot goal and away to the left rolled the skates. A rush down the rink and again the puck. Roy, turning after it, shot a quick glance Hammond goal was in danger. A quick at the time-keeper. Then he was fighting with swoop of Warren's stick and the puck was a Hammond man for possession of the elusive


black disk, their bodies crashing against the

CHAPTER XIX. boards and their sticks flying hither and thither! But Warren came to the rescue, poked the puck out from under the Hammondite's skate and SPRING came suddenly that year. They passed it across to Kirby in front of goal. woke up one morning to find the river flowing Another try and another stop by the Cherry's warmly blue and free of ice, the walks running goal-tend. And so it went and so went the with crystal water and the bricks steaming in precious seconds. And then, suddenly, with the fervid sunshine. Winter had disappeared the puck within a yard of goal once more and over night and Spring had come to its own Roy's stick raised for a shot, the whistle rang out. again. With the awakening of the new season

“ Time 's up!” announced Mr. Cobb. came the awakening of new interests. The Roy turned fiercely.

crew candidates, who for weeks past had been “ It can't be up!” he cried, skating toward toiling ingloriously at the rowing machines in the referee.

the basement of the gymnasium, went trooping “ It is, though,” was the answer.

down the path to the river and launched their “ That's perfect nonsense!” said Roy shells. The baseball candidates who had been hotly. “You said there were two minutes left throwing, and batting in the cage and sliding just a minute ago!”

to bases over the hard floor trotted out to the “ That 'll do, Porter," said Mr. Cobb coldly. field in search of a dry spot whereon to hold

Roy dropped his eyes, swallowed something their first outdoor practice. With the former hard in his throat and examined a cut on his went Horace Burlen, free at last, in spite of hand. Then, “ Beg pardon, sir,” he said. his enemies' croakings, of all conditions, and “This way fellows! A cheer for Hammond Hadden and Gallup and Whitcomb and Otto and make it good!”

Ferris and others. With the baseball candidates Well, it was n't very good. But then you went Chub, Roy, Bacon, Kirby, Post and many can scarcely blame them when another second And – oh, yes — and Sid Welch ! would perhaps have tied the score.

“I don't see why I could n't be a fielder," cheered, and Hammond answered it; and the exclaimed Sid good-naturedly. “You 'll give hockey season had ended with a defeat for me a show for an outfield place, won't you, Ferry Hill. Schonberg skated over to Roy and Chub?" held out his hand.

“ That I will, Sid," answered Chub heart“ You had us on the run," he said. “ If ily. “You come along out and we 'll see what we'd played five minutes longer you'd have you can do. First of all, though, we 'll take a won. You've got a slick team, all right! How little of that fat off you." about next year? You're going to keep the “I've been trying to get rid of it,” Sid reteam up, are n't you ? ”

plied earnestly and sadly, “but it does n't seem “Sure," answered Roy. “ And we're going to do any good. I have n't eaten any bread or to lick you, too!”

potato or puddin' for days!” The rival captain laughed good-naturedly. “ Never mind the bread and potato, Sid,” said

“ That's right. We've had a dandy time Chub with a laugh. “I know a better way.” playing you chaps and we'll be ready again “What ? ” asked the other interestedly. next year. Good-bye.”

Chasing flies, my boy!” was the answer. “Good-bye,” answered Roy as graciously Training table was started the middle of as he could. “Glad you fellows came over.” April, with Mr. Cobb in command. By that

He turned and found Jack beside him. time the candidates had been weeded out until

“ Say, Jack," he asked, “what's the longest there were but fourteen left. The “culls," as period of time you can think of?

Chub called them, went toward the making up "I don't know," answered Jack soberly. of the second team. There was practice every “What's the answer?

afternoon save Sunday, usually ending with a “One year," was the glum reply.

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But they

strengthened by the presence of Mr. Cobb who worked hard with Roy. And so did Chub. played first base or pitched as occasion re- And the other members of the nine, amongst quired. Roy bought a rule-book early in the whom Roy was highly popular, helped, perhaps season and studied it diligently, following ii up unconsciously, to give him self-confidence in the later with an invaluable blue-covered pamphlet early days of his novitiate. So, it seems, the which told him exactly how to play every posi- Fates worked together to fashion him into a tion on the team. In the end, however, he baseball player. Perhaps the first or second discovered that the best way to learn baseball is four lost a good oar when Roy chose baseball to play it.

instead of rowing; be that as it may, it is cerChub started him at left-field and kept him tain the nine found a good first baseman. there until he had learned to judge a ball, Saturday was the first day of the April recess catch it and field it home. It was hard work, and Roy and Chub spent the morning on the but Roy liked it. Sometimes, however, he river. They paddled down stream for a mile or doubted whether he would ever vindicate more in the canoe and fished, but with scant sucChub's belief in him. There seemed an awful cess. In the afternoon came baseball practice lot to learn and he envied the ready thought which ended with a six-inning game with a Silver displayed by the fellows who had been playing Cove team. Sunday was rather dull, for it the game for several years. I think that Chub rained torrents. Chub, Roy, Gallup and Post would have strained a point to keep Roy with donned rubber coats or old sweaters in the him as long as it did not endanger the success afternoon and took a long tramp inland. But of the team, for by this time the two were well- Monday morning dawned bright and fresh and nigh inseparable. But it very soon became as soon as breakfast was over the fellows, under evident that no favoritism was necessary; Roy Mr. Buckman's direction, began the overhauldeserved a place on the nine by virtue of his ing of the camping outfit. The four big tents ability. By the middle of April he was having were pulled from their quarters in the boat a try at first, and two weeks later he had suc- house, spread out on the landing and gone ceeded to the position, vice Patten removed to over for holes or weak places. Then lost pegs the outfield.

were replaced, new guy-ropes supplied, and It did n't take him long to accustom himself a broken ridge-pole was mended. Dinner was to the place and its requirements. As Chub rather a hurried meal that day, for every fellow had said, he had height and reach, was quick and there were twenty odd left at school — and steady and clear-headed. Of course there was eager to get into camp. At three o'clock was talk; disgruntled fellows who had failed at the tents and outfits were loaded into row boats making the team sneered at Chub's favoritism, and transferred to the island. All afternoon and Horace found time from his rowing duties boats went back and forth on errands; baking to try and stir up discord amongst the baseball powder had been forgotten, Gallup wanted his

But Patten, who had more cause than camera, someone had neglected one of the anyone else to feel dissatisfied, had nothing to hatchets on the landing, cook had neglected to say. He had sense enough to realize that grind the coffee before packing it, four more Chub had given the position to the best man, blankets were needed, Mr. Buckman wanted a and enough of the right sort of spirit to be roll of adhesive plaster and a bottle of arnica. satisfied, so long as it was for the good of the Meanwhile the tents were erected, the old team and the school. Patten went out to right- cook-stove was set up and fuel gathered. At field, stifled his disappointment and “played five o'clock, Kirby, under Mr. Buckman's ball."

tuition, began the preparation of the first meal. Chub must have been right. Unless he Roy and Chub and half a dozen others built “has it in him” no boy can learn to play base- the camp fire in the open space between the ball well in three months, as Roy did. Per- tents, piling up the brush and slanting the dead haps, though, Mr. Cobb's coaching deserves limbs above it until the whole looked like an more credit than I am giving it. He certainly Indian wigwam. Then came supper: bacon,


potatoes, tea, milk and “spider cake,” the over and get them back. But that did n't latter an indigestible but delightful concoction change the name of the cove." It was ten of thin flour batter poured into the frying pan o'clock when they got back to camp and and cooked until nice and soggy.

found most of the fellows preparing for a bath. After supper the camp-fire was lighted, the They followed suit and presently were splashing fellows spread themselves out on the ground and diving in the water off Inner Beach. about it and the camp went into executive It was pretty cold at first, but they soon got session.

used to it. Afterwards they laid in the sun on At nine o'clock the fellows sought their the white sand until Thurlow thumped on a quarters and made their beds, for which pur- dish pan with a big spoon and summoned them pose plenty of pine and hemlock boughs had to dinner. Bathing suits were kept on until it been cut and piled in the clearing. Each tent was time to return to the mainland for afterwas supplied with a lantern which swung from noon practice. The island was practically the ridge-pole. A rustic bench held a half- deserted then, for but few of the campers were dozen tin wash-basins and a looking-glass was neither baseball nor crew men. hung from a tree near by. By half-past nine “Who's going to stay here?” asked Chub preparations for the night were complete and before he pushed off the boat.

Four boys the boys gathered again about the dying fire. answered. Then good nights were said, though for some “Well, you fellows keep a watch for Hamtime the sound of laughter was heard. Then mond. They 'll be paddling over here pretty quiet fell over Fox Island and a big moon, com- soon, probably to-day or to-morrow, to see where ing up over the tree tops, paled the glow of the we're keeping the boats. If they come around dying embers where the camp-fire had been. don't let them see you, but keep close watch

till we come back." CHAPTER XX.

The quartette promised eagerly to keep a

sharp look-out and Chub and Roy dipped their A NIGHT ALARM.

oars and rowed across to the landing. Fox Island lay about two hundred yards off Nothing had been seen of Hammond's spies shore and perhaps thrice that distance up- all that day and so the camp of boys went to stream from the landing. It contained between bed without posting guards that night. an acre and a half and two acres, was beauti- “I don't see,” observed Roy as he was fully wooded, stood well above flood tide and undressing,

undressing, “why we don't tie

why we don't tie the boats up was surrounded on two sides by beaches of if we 're afraid of having Hammond swipe clean, white sand. Doctor Emery had them." purchased the island some years before; pri- “Well, it would n 't be fair, I guess," Chub marily, to keep away undesirable neighbors, and answered. “ You see we've always left them had soon discovered that it was a distinct on the beach. If we tied 'em Hammond addition to the school's attractions. The would n't have any show to get them." spring camping-out soon became one of the “You talk as though you wanted her to get most popular features of the year.

them,” said Roy in puzzled tones. The next morning Chub and Bacon did the “We do; that is, we want her to try and get honors of the island, conducting Roy from end them. If we take to tying them to trees and to end and pointing out the historical spots, things Hammond will stop coming over and among them Victory Cove, so named because we'll miss more 'n half the fun of the camping. it was the scene of the first struggle between See?" Hammond and Ferry Hill for the possession “ You bet!” grunted Post. of the latter 's boats, a struggle in which the "What's to keep her from coming over tocampers came out victorious.

“ The next night, then,” pursued Roy, “and taking the year,” explained Chub, “they got the best of whole bunch while we 're asleep?" us and swiped four boats and we had to go “ Because she does n't know where they are,

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