The Rival Pitchers Part 32

He kicked impatiently at a stone in the path and wheeled around just as a voice exclaimed:

"Ah, Parsons, admiring the windows? The color effects are never so beautiful as early morning and the evening. The garish light of day seems to make them common. But--er--are you going to recitation? If so, I'll walk along with you," and genial Dr. Churchill, with a friendly nod of his head and a twinkle in his deep-set eyes, came closer to the lad.

Tom wondered if the good doctor knew of the punishment that had just been meted out. If he did not he soon would have the report of the proctor for confirmation.

"I've been suspended," blurted out Tom. "I was going to my room to study."

"Suspended, Parsons! This is the second time, isn't it?" There was surprise and dismay in the doctor's voice.

"Yes, sir, but----" Tom paused. How much should he tell, how much leave unsaid?

"How did it happen?" asked the head of the college, and he placed his arm on Tom's shoulder in a friendly fas.h.i.+on. Tom said afterward that it was just as if he had been hypnotized. Before he knew it he was telling the whole story.

"But I never mentioned the name of Langridge," he protested to Sid, to whom later he related all the events. "I never even hinted at it, but for all that I believe Moses knew. He's a regular corkscrew."

Dr. Churchill was silent after the recital, a recital rather brokenly made, but containing all the essential facts.

"Suspended for two weeks!" he murmured when Tom had finished.

"With no athletics," added Tom. "Not even to see the games that are to be played here, and there are to be two."

"Hum," mused the doctor. "Well, you know we must have discipline here, Parsons. Without it we would soon have chaos. But--ah--er--hum! Well, come and see me this evening. I will have a talk with Mr. Zane. He has to be strict, you know, very strict under certain circ.u.mstances, but--er--um--come and see me to-night."

"What do you s'pose he wants?" asked Sid when Tom had told him of the meeting.

"Blessed if I know, unless it's to give me a lecture on my conduct."

"No, Moses isn't that kind."

"He's going to restore to you all the rights and privileges of a student," declared Phil Clinton, who, together with some others of Tom's chums, was in his room.

"My uncle says----" began Ford Fenton, but instantly there was a protesting howl.

"Give me that water pitcher!" demanded Sid of Phil.

"This isn't fit to drink," was the remonstrance.

"I know it, but Fenton needs a bath, don't you, Ford? Your uncle! Say, the next time you say that we'll make you repeat the first book of Caesar backward, eh, fellows?"

"That's right," came in a chorus.

"Well," went on Fenton in somewhat aggrieved tones, "he once told me----"

"Write it out," expostulated Phil.

"Move he be given leave to print," came from Sid, who had once heard a long debate in Congress.

There was laughter and more chaffing of luckless Fenton, whose uncle, from his own making, was like unto a millstone hung about his neck.

"Well, all the same, I'd like to know what Moses wants of you," said Phil, and the others agreed with him.

"I'll let you know when I come back," said Tom. "It's early; you can all stay here for a while."

He returned in half an hour from his call on the head of the college.

"Well?" demanded his chums of him.

"Great!" he cried. "He received me in his study. Say, were you ever there? It's a fine place. Books, books, books all over. The floor was piled full of them. There was a fire going on the grate and he was sitting there, reading some book with the queerest letters in it."

"Sanskrit," ventured Phil.

"I guess so. Well, he brought up a chair for me, and----"

"Oh, for the love of Dionysius! give us some facts," cried Sid. "What happened?"

"Well, he said he'd had a talk with the proctor and he removed the worst part of my suspension. I can go to the two games here with Boxer Hall and Fairview, but I can't play. I couldn't, anyhow, on account of my arm, so that's all right. And I can attend the special lectures in biology, which I hated to miss. I can't recite for two weeks, but I don't mind that. It's all right. I'll vote for Moses every time!"

"I should say yes," agreed Phil. "He's white, he is. But Zane--ugh!

He's----"

"Treason," counseled Sid quietly. "The walls may not have ears, but the keyhole has. Better cut it, fellows, the time is almost up, and Zane's scouts will be sneaking around."

The other lads departed, leaving Tom and Sid alone.

"What about your pitching?" asked Sid.

"Well, I'll have to give my arm a rest, Mr. Lighton says, so this comes in the nature of a special providence. It isn't so bad as it looked at first."

But, in spite of his philosophy, there were dark days for Tom. It was hard to be deprived of the chance to play on the scrub and he missed the daily recitations. His arm, too, began to trouble him, and he was obliged to go to a doctor for treatment, though the medical man said all it needed was a little ma.s.sage and rest. Tom, in his eagerness to excel, had overworked the muscles.

Meanwhile the 'varsity nine was kept busy at practice or with league and other games. Word came that both the Boxer and Fairview nines had greatly improved, chiefly by s.h.i.+fting their players about, and the Randall coach and captain wore serious looks as they "sized up" the work of the Randall team.

There came a contest with Fairview Inst.i.tute on the Randall diamond. It was a "hot" game and Fairview won.

There was anguish of heart among the Randall students and it was not a.s.suaged when, the next week, Boxer, playing on the Randall grounds, took away a game with them, the score being 8 to 2.

"Two drubbings in two successive weeks," exclaimed Kindlings. "What are we going to do?"

"One thing we've got to do is to improve in pitching," declared the coach, and when some one brought word of this to Tom his heart, that had been heavy during the two weeks of suspension, grew lighter.

"Maybe I'll get a chance," he said to Sid. "It would make up for everything if I did."

"No one wants to see you in the box any more than I do, old chap," spoke Sid fervently.

CHAPTER XXIII