the moment his foot touched the threshold simmons began to exclaim: "it was perfectly great! i'm awfully glad i went! he's got a peach of a canoe, and what he doesn't know about animals and reptiles and birds—" he stopped suddenly as he caught sight of the massive form of the venerated laughlin looming behind the door. "oh, excuse me, i didn't know any one was here."
"no one but me," said the visitor, "and though i'm big, i'm not dangerous. who's got the peach of a canoe?"
"payner," answered simmons, throwing a questioning look at owen.
"that's the fellow that's been working the plagues on the pecks, isn't it?"
"yes," replied simmons, eagerly. "how did you know about it?"
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"oh, everybody knows something about it," returned laughlin, with a grin. "i suppose he was after material. what number has he reached now?"
"i think he's getting ready for number six," said simmons, gravely. "he didn't say what it was to be, but he told me all sorts of things he might do. if he does everything he talks about he'll have to put them three at a time to keep within ten. he showed me where he got the newts he put in the clothes-bag, and where he used to catch turtles and water-snakes, and the old stumps where he dug out salamanders. he says that below the falls, on salt river, you can catch all sorts of things when the tide's out—dip up young eels by the pailful. they'd do to put in the water pitchers."
"i shouldn't care for them in mine," observed laughlin.
"when it gets warmer there are going to be more things," simmons continued, growing more confidential and serious as he proceeded. "all sorts of bugs, for example, and hornets' nests that you can take off in the night and throw in through[pg 202] the windows. it's easy to get half a pint of ants from any big ant hill if you only know how, and the brown-tail moth caterpillars they talk so much about—the hairs fly and are poisonous, you know—it wouldn't be at all hard to find a nest with the caterpillars just in the right stage outside the town somewhere. then he took me into his room and showed me an enormous spider he had in a bottle—he got it from home—and asked me how i thought the pecks would like it to find such a thing in their pajamas some night. isn't it awful!"
simmons stopped for breath, and looked horror-struck from face to face.
"what's it all for, anyway?" asked laughlin.
"why, the pecks ripped up his room, and spoiled some of his specimens," explained rob. "he wants them to apologize and agree to let him alone. they won't do it."
"oh, i remember now," laughlin said. "one of them came to me about a month ago, and asked me what to do. i gave him a raking down for playing such fool tricks, and told him to go and apologize and try to patch it up with payner. i[pg 203] don't know which it was. i never could tell 'em apart."
"it was duncan," said owen. "i gave him the same advice. he's willing to do the right thing, but the other one keeps him back."
"well, let them suffer then, that's all i've got to say," remarked laughlin. "i've no sympathy to waste on fools or fellows who won't own up when they're in the wrong."
the senior departed, leaving owen comforted and reassured. he could afford to wait, he told himself after his caller had gone. let them give patterson to borland if they wished. borland couldn't manage him, rob was convinced, and when the new combination failed, patterson would come back to him, and the pair could start again and work up together. then it would be clear which was the better catcher, and which battery was the more useful to the school. yes, laughlin was right; it was better to work one's way up than to claim a high place at the outset and afterward have to change to the lowest, like the man in the parable who was bidden to a feast. but it was hard on pat!
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in the meantime simmons had disappeared. he came in again soon, and rather shamefacedly confessed that he had been laboring with the pecks.
"what luck?" asked rob; "did they bluff you?"
"that's just what they did. duncan laughed at me and donald said he wasn't afraid of anything payner could produce, either fresh or canned. i told them i merely wanted to warn them of what was before them, and donald said the chief thing before them was to wipe up the ground with payner. then i said they'd better look out, for payner had a gun, and donald said he'd need it. i didn't seem to be getting on, so i cleared out."
owen laughed. "you may as well let them alone. they're looking for trouble, and if they find it it's their own fault."
that evening duncan stopped simmons on the way out to front street and thanked him for coming to warn them. "i didn't say anything while you were there," he added, "because i knew don and i'd have a big row about it, and i[pg 205] thought our rows ought to be private. and we did have it after you went, red hot. i'll tell you on the fair, i'm dead sick of the whole thing; it's got on to my nerves and spoils all my fun. we have to keep the door locked all the time, we don't dare open the windows, some one has to be here when the chambermaid comes in, and we're always scared that something's going to happen,—that there'll be some crawly thing in the bed, or under it, or hidden in our pajamas, or tucked into our shoes, or coming down the chimney. i never open a bureau drawer without standing back as far as i can, for fear of something jumping in my face. it's terrible. the sword of damocles was nothing to it. if payner'd be satisfied with my apology, i'd go in a minute!"
"he wouldn't be," answered simmons, with a sad shake of his head. the burden of anxiety for peace in the dormitory lay heavy on poor simmons's shoulders!
does some one ask why the teachers are not called in to adjudicate such differences, or how a feud like this could go on undetected by dr. mann on the floor below, and mrs. gray, the[pg 206] matron, making her daily rounds among the rooms? to such be it explained that except in story books and school circulars, or where small children are concerned, teachers and pupils live in two distinct worlds, between which there is lawful communication only by regular channels. no self-respecting boy above the primary age seeks faculty help against his fellows. he may consult a trusted teacher about his own affairs, his studies, his health, his morals, his religion; about his relations with other boys he may sometimes ask advice, but assistance never. in the school life he must fight fair, and the first rule of fair fighting is: no intervention, no tale-bearing, keep it among ourselves!
rob's thoughts did not linger on the affairs of the pecks. the first real game was coming on wednesday with the n——university nine. rob's whole attention in the two practice days before was concentrated on learning about the play of his new position from poole and lyford—in fact from any one who could give him information. he knew, of course, that in theory a fielder while running for a batted ball is supposed to keep[pg 207] in mind the positions of the base runners and anticipate their movements so that when the ball is at last in his hands he need waste no time in sending it to the right place. in putting this obvious theory into practice, though suffering from lack of experience, rob had the advantage of his catcher's training in watching bases. in throwing in from the field, however, this catcher's training was distinctly a handicap, for the short-line throws across the diamond are very different from the long returns from the outfield. rob could catch flies as well as any one, but he despaired of ever feeling at home in right field.
patterson took the change of catchers still more to heart. when poole informed him of the new arrangement, he stood aghast, too much astonished to protest. but he immediately made full speed for rob's room, and there he vowed that he should not, could not, would not pitch to borland or any one else but owen; they might drop him if they chose. here rob's newly acquired courage served him in good stead. he explained that poole was promoting[pg 208] patterson to a better catcher, that he had no reason to think that borland would not do for him quite as much as owen could, and that in any case they must both obey orders and work for the success of the nine. patterson listened, was half convinced, and yielded.
so it happened that when the game with n——university opened, there were two players on the seaton nine, the pitcher and the right-fielder, who felt ill at ease in their positions. the seatonians were in the field. big ames was at first, in place of weaver. patterson, seeking to make up for lack of confidence by enforced deliberateness, slowly raised his arm and shot in the first ball. the batsman let it go and the umpire called a strike. then came a ball and a strike in succession; and then, following borland's signal, patterson threw a drop, the batsman hit the ball on the upper side, sending a slow grounder toward third. durand ran up to meet it and flung it hastily and wide to first, where ames, stretching to his full awkward length, held it and saved an error. the next man went out on strikes, the third on an easy fly to owen. the[pg 209] seatonians came in to bat, and went out as easily as their predecessors.
then in the second inning came trouble. the first man up sent a fly to poole, and of course was out. the second was given a straight, swift ball which was called a strike; borland signalled to repeat, but the batsman was ready this time and drove the ball out into centre field so far that he had no difficulty in taking second. the next man bunted and beat borland's throw to first. worried by this, patterson sent the third man to first, on balls, and the bases were full. the batter following fouled out to durand, and the spectators felt better.
two men out and the bases full! the new batsman came up, recognizing his opportunity clearly. the first ball looked poor, and he let it pass—a strike! the second he struck at but did not hit. patterson held the ball and watched his catcher's signal—straight over. it was risky, he saw plainly, and contrary to the principles laid down by owen; but borland was supposed to know, and it would really be a feather in his cap[pg 210] to strike out the third man with the bases full. and he put it straight over.
crack! sounded the bat. with a start patterson wheeled about and watched the ball soar over sudbury's head and bound far away in the tennis nets. the batsman raced around the bases, touching the plate just as the ball reached patterson once more. four men had scored on the hit!
the next man went easily out, but patterson was not to be comforted. he blamed himself; but of this he was sure, if owen had been behind the plate the thing would never have happened.
"never take chances with the bases full," owen had always preached, and patterson, as he sat scowling on the bench, thought of his four spare balls and groaned in bitterness of spirit. durand got a hit, owen went to first on balls, and ames brought one of them in, but patterson was not encouraged. in the next inning he let his opponents make three hits that yielded two runs, and at the beginning of the fourth o'connell appeared in his place in the pitcher's box.
how it happened that seaton won that game in spite of the handicap of five runs at the fourth[pg 211] inning was explained in various ways. some said o'connell's pitching had held the enemy down; others that luck and good fielding by seaton and bad errors on the part of the visitors were the chief causes. all agreed that the nine had shown an encouraging ability to hit the ball and play an uphill game.
such consolation as owen was able to give during their intermittent presence together on the bench, patterson received with stolidity and monosyllables. he was meditating a radical move. after the game was over he sought out poole.
"borland told me to pitch that ball," he said abruptly to the captain. "i could have struck that man out."
"i'm sorry you didn't, then," replied the captain, good-naturedly. "i don't count it against you. you'll have better luck next time. besides, when you've had more practice with borland you'll understand each other better."
"i'm not going to have any more practice with borland," replied patterson, quietly. "if you ever want me to pitch again, you must give me owen to catch me. i'll pitch to no one else."
