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CHAPTER XXIII
A GREAT VICTORY
Dave was much downcast over the way Roger acted, the more so because he could not understand it. He had half a mind to go after the senator's son and demand an explanation, but after thinking the matter over concluded that it would do no good.
"He'll only get more angry," he reasoned. "Perhaps it will be better to speak to Phil about it."
But, much to his surprise, when he saw the shipowner's son, Phil had also had a "scene" with Roger, and the latter had said he was going to resign from the baseball club and devote himself strictly to his studies.
"I am sure it isn't his studies that are bothering him," said Phil. "He can go right ahead with his lessons and play baseball, too – if he wants to."
"Well, but why is he angry at me?" demanded Dave.
"I don't know." Phil paused for a moment. "Perhaps – but, pshaw! what's the use of mentioning that. I know there is nothing in it."
"What, Phil?"
"I don't think I ought to say anything – I know it's absurd, Dave."
"What is absurd?"
"Why – er – that is, you know Roger thinks a lot of Vera Rockwell, don't you?"
"Does he? I hadn't noticed it particularly – in fact, I thought he treated her rather coolly the day we played the game with the Comets."
"That was because you were around."
"Because I was around?" repeated Dave, in a puzzled way.
"Exactly."
"I don't catch your meaning, Phil."
"I don't see why you are so thick, Dave."
"Am I thick?"
"You are."
"Well, then, tell me what you mean."
"Didn't I just say that Roger thought a whole lot of Vera Rockwell?"
"Well?"
"And weren't you with Vera, Mary, and myself after the game?"
"Yes, but – "
"When Roger saw you talking to Vera, he walked away in the coldest manner possible."
"Oh, but, Phil, that is absurd. Hadn't I a right to talk to Vera? I am sure she is a nice girl."
"So she is – a very nice girl – we think so – and so does Roger."
"And do you seriously think that Roger doesn't like it because I made myself agreeable to Vera?"
"I guess he thinks you ought to give him a show. He has never said anything, but I imagine that is what he thinks," concluded Phil; and the conversation came to an end as some of the other students put in an appearance.
This talk set Dave to thinking in more ways than one. He remembered several incidents now concerning Roger and Vera, and he also remembered how Jessie had acted during her visit to the school. Was it possible that Jessie, too, had felt offended over the manner of his friendliness to Vera?
"I treated her only as a friend – and I have a right to do that," Dave reasoned. "Roger has no right to be jealous – nor has Jessie." He felt so hurt that his pride rebelled, and for two days he said hardly a word to the senator's son. The break between the two threatened to become permanent.
But Roger did not resign from the baseball club. He mentioned it to Ben, Shadow, and some of the others, but they protested so strongly he had to remain as catcher. In order to do this, he had to consult with Dave, but the consultations were confined entirely to pitching and catching. Roger was not at all like himself, and his irritation arose at the slightest provocation.
On the following Saturday the Oak Hall nine played the Oakdale Resolutes, on the town grounds. As before, a large crowd assembled, including some of the cadets from Rockville, who were to open their series with Oak Hall the week following. From Phil, Dave learned that Mary Feversham and Vera Rockwell were to be present.
"All right, Phil, go and do the honors," said Dave. "I am going to attend strictly to pitching to-day."
"Going to leave the field to Roger, eh?"
"You may put it that way if you wish."
"Shall I tell the girls you don't want to speak to them?"
"If you do, Phil, I'll hit you in the head with the ball, the first chance I get," was Dave's reply, half in jest and half in earnest.
The Oakdale Resolutes were made up of young men who had played baseball for several years. In the past they had not cared to play "a boys' school," as they designated Oak Hall. But since the past summer they had come to respect the Hall, and they had been forced into the game by friends who had said they were afraid to play our friends. They had a great pitcher named Gilroy and a catcher named Barwenk, and they relied on these two players to "wipe up the ball-field," as they put it, with Oak Hall.
During the first four innings honors were about even, each side bringing in two runs. Then the nines began to see-saw, first one being ahead and then the other, until at the end of the eighth inning the score stood Oak Hall 7, Resolutes 6. So far Dave had struck out five players and Gilroy had the same number to his credit. But Gilroy had made one wild pitch, which had brought in Oak Hall's fifth run.
"Now, Dave, see if you can't hold 'em down to a goose egg," said Shadow, as the other club went to the bat for the last time.
"I'll do what I can," was the reply.
Dave was on his mettle, and so for the matter of that was every other Oak Hall player. But some were a bit nervous, and as a consequence one missed a grounder and another let drop a hot liner. The Resolutes got three men on bases, and then, with one man out, they got in two runs.
"Hurrah! That gives the Resolutes eight runs!" was the cry, and the town rooters cheered lustily.
Dave did his best to strike the next man out. But with two balls and one strike he sent in a ball that was just a little wild, and strange to say, Roger muffed it. Then the man on third came in, giving the Resolutes another run.
"Another! That makes the score seven to nine!"
"That was a wild pitch."
"Not so wild but that the catcher might have got it if he had tried."
"Steady there, Roger!" called out some of the Oak Hall boys.
"It wasn't my fault – the ball was out of my reach," grumbled the senator's son.
A quick retort arose to Dave's lips, but he checked it. He did not wish to make his quarrel with Roger any worse. He walked back to the pitcher's box and signed to Roger for a drop ball. Roger did not answer at once and he waited a few seconds and repeated the sign.
"Play ball!" was the cry. "Don't wait all day, Porter." Then the senator's son signed back and Dave sent in the ball with precision. The batsman swung for it, and missed it.
"Strike two!" called out the umpire.
Dave next signed for an out curve. It was now three balls and two strikes and the next delivery would "tell the tale." In came the ball with great swiftness, and again the batsman tried to connect with it – and failed.
"Three strikes – batter out!"
"Hurrah, Porter struck him out, after all!"
"Now go for the third man, Dave!"
"Lessinger is at the bat. He ought to lift it over the back fence."
Lessinger was a heavy batter, yet twice he failed in his attempt to hit the sphere. But the third time he knocked a low fly to center. It was easily caught, – and the Resolutes went out with the score standing 9 to 7 in their favor.
"Now, fellows, we must do our best," said Phil. "Don't hit at the ball until you get a good one, and then lift it clear over Hamden's stables if you can." The stables were two blocks away, and a ball sent a quarter of that distance meant a home run.
Shadow was first to the bat and got safely to first. Then came Gus Plum, and to the wonder of many he hit the ball for a two-bagger, bringing Shadow in. Then Dave got to first while Plum went to third. Next came an out, and then a hit by Ben Basswood took Dave to third and brought Plum home.
The Oak Hall rooters were now cheering and yelling like mad, and this got the Resolute pitcher rattled and he gave the next batsman his base on balls. Then came another safe hit by Buster Beggs, and the game ended with the score standing, Oak Hall 10, Resolutes 9.
"Hurrah, Oak Hall wins!"
"That's a close finish right enough, isn't it?"
The cheering by the Oak Hall adherents was tremendous, while the Resolute followers had little to say. Many came to congratulate Dave on his excellent pitching and others congratulated Roger on his catching. The other players were likewise remembered, even Plum coming in for many handshakes and thumps on the shoulder.
In the crowd Dave saw Vera and Mary, and spoke to them for a minute or two. Both girls thought the game the best they had ever seen.
"Oh, I think your pitching was superb!" cried Vera, enthusiastically. "I hope you do as well when you play Rockville."
"I'll do my best," answered Dave, and then turned to rejoin some of his fellow-players. He came face to face with Roger and was about to speak, when the senator's son turned his head the other way and passed on.
The club members had come to Oakdale in the carryall and a carriage, and they returned to the school in these turnouts. Dave and Phil looked for Roger, but he was not to be found. Phil, as captain of the club, had had so many details to look after that he had not gotten time to speak to Mary, much to his disappointment. But she had waved her hand to him and smiled, which was one consolation.
Link Merwell and Nat Poole had predicted defeat for Oak Hall, and when instead a victory was gained this pair did not know what to say.
"I reckon it was a fluke," was Merwell's comment. "They couldn't do it again in a hundred years. Must have been something wrong with the Resolute players."
"I heard their pitcher had a sore arm, and they had a substitute first baseman," said Nat Poole. "That would make a big difference."
"I hope Rockville Military Academy does 'em up brown," went on Link Merwell. The thought of having the honor to stand up for his own school never entered his head.
"So do I, Link. It will take some of the conceit out of Porter and his crowd. As pitcher Porter, of course, thinks he is the whole thing."
"Say, did you notice how cold Porter and Morr are getting toward each other?" And Link Merwell chuckled gleefully.
"Yes. I guess they are stirred up over that girl right now."
"You bet! And maybe they'll be stirred up some more before I am done with them."
On the following Thursday afternoon, Dave, Phil, and Plum went out for a row on the river. It was a beautiful day, clear and warm, and the three got out a boat with two pairs of oars and a rudder, so that all might have a share in handling the craft at the same time.
"Let us row down to Bush Island," suggested Plum, naming an island about two miles away, which took its name from a patch of huckleberry bushes growing there. It was a pleasant spot, and one end of the island was occasionally used by the folks of Oakdale for picnic grounds.
"That suits me," answered Dave, and soon the three boys were off, never dreaming of what this little trip was destined to bring forth.
CHAPTER XXIV
ON BUSH ISLAND
The three boys had covered less than a third of the distance to Bush Island when they passed two rowboats, one containing Roger, Ben, and two others, and another containing Doctor Clay and Andrew Dale.
"Hello! lots of folks out this afternoon," was Phil's comment.
"This is the first time I have seen the doctor and Mr. Dale out," said Dave. "They row very well, don't they?"
"The doctor was once a college oarsman," put in Plum. "I suppose he likes to get out here for the sake of old times."
"Well, Mr. Dale pulls as well as he does," returned Dave. "Both of them pull a perfect stroke."
"Wonder if old Haskers ever rows?" mused Phil.
"Guess he doesn't do much of anything but teach and find fault," grumbled Gus Plum.
The craft containing the doctor and the first assistant was heading for the east shore of the river and was soon out of sight around a point of rocks. The other boat had turned around, so the boys did not have a chance to speak to their fellow-students.
"Here comes a motor boat!" cried Dave, as a steady put-put! reached his ears.
"It's Nat Poole's boat," said Phil as the craft came into view.
Soon the motor boat came close to them and they saw that Poole and Merwell were on board. The pair were smoking, as usual, but placed their cigarettes on the seats, out of sight.
"Where are you going?" demanded Nat Poole, abruptly.
"Rowing," answered Phil, dryly.
"Humph! Don't you wish you had this motor boat?"
"Not particularly."
"A motor boat beats a rowboat all hollow," went on the dudish student.
"Not for rowing," vouchsafed Dave.
"Well, you can row if you want to," sneered Poole. "I prefer to let the motor do the work," and then he steered away, giving the rowboat all the wash possible as he passed.
"Wonder where they are going?" said Link Merwell, as he looked back to see if the rowboat had shipped any water from the wash.
"I don't know, I'm sure."
"Perhaps they'll land somewhere. If they do, we can play a trick on 'em, Nat."
"How?"
"By taking their rowboat when they are out of sight. We can easily tie the boat on behind and tow it to the boathouse. Then those fellows would have to walk back to Oak Hall."
"Good! That would be great!" ejaculated Nat Poole. "I wish they would land and leave the boat to itself for a while."
"Let us watch 'em," suggested Merwell, and to this his crony readily agreed.
It did not take Dave and his friends long to reach Bush Island. Beaching the rowboat, they went ashore and took a walk around.
"It certainly is a nice spot for a picnic," was Phil's comment. "I don't wonder that the town folks come here – and the Sunday schools. I'd like to have a picnic myself here – when it gets a little warmer."
"We might come over some holiday – and bring a basket of grub along," said Plum.
"Oh, we'd have to have something good to eat," put in Dave. "That's three-quarters of the fun."
Much to their surprise, in walking to the center of the island, they ran into Doctor Clay and Mr. Dale. Both had some bits of rocks in their hands and the doctor had a geologist's hammer as well.
"Well, boys, what brought you?" asked the head of the school, pleasantly.
"Oh, we just stopped for fun," answered Dave. "We didn't know you rowed so far."
"We are knocking off a few geological specimens for the school cabinet," answered Doctor Clay. "These are not particularly valuable – but every little helps."
The boys remained with the men for a quarter of an hour, and then walked back to the shore. As they did this, Dave suddenly put up his hand.
"What is it?" asked Phil and Plum, in a breath.
"Thought I heard a motor boat."
"Perhaps Nat Poole's boat is near the island," suggested Gus.
"Oh, there are a dozen motor boats on the river now," answered Phil. "There, I heard it, but it's a good distance off."
No more was said about the motor boat, and they continued on their walk to the shore. Here they found their rowboat as they had left it, and entering, shoved off, and continued their row. They went a little further than at first anticipated, and consequently had to hurry to get back in time for supper, and even then were the last students to enter the dining hall.
As he passed to his seat Dave had to walk close to Link Merwell. When the bully saw him he started and stared in amazement. Then he looked around and stared at Phil and Gus. He leaned over and spoke to Nat Poole, who sat close at hand.
"They are back!" he whispered.
"Who? Porter and his crowd?" And now the dudish pupil looked equally amazed.
"Yes, – look for yourself."
Nat Poole did look, and his face became a study. As soon as possible he and Merwell finished their evening meal and went outdoors.
"Somebody must have stopped at the island and taken them off," said Merwell, when he felt safe to speak without being overheard.
"I suppose that must be it or else – " Nat Poole stopped short and turned pale.
"Or what?"
"Perhaps we took some other boat, Link! Oh, if we did that, the owner might have us arrested!"
"Nonsense! It was an Oak Hall boat – I looked to make sure, when I tied it to the motor boat."
"Let us go down and see."
"Can't you take my word for it?" asked Merwell, roughly.
"Yes. But I want to know just what boat it was."
"If they see you hanging around the boathouse they may smell a mouse."
"I'll be careful. I have a right to look after my motor boat, you know."
"That's so – I forgot that."
The youths walked to the boathouse and, on the sly, looked at the craft they had towed over from Bush Island. It was certainly an Oak Hall rowboat, and Nat breathed a little sigh of relief.
The two lads were just on the point of leaving the boathouse when Job Haskers came in, followed by a man who took care of the boats.
"Siller tells me you were out in your motor boat this afternoon," said Job Haskers. "Did you see anything of Doctor Clay and Mr. Dale?"
"No, sir," answered Nat Poole.
"Were they out in a boat?" asked Merwell.
"Yes, they went for a row about four o'clock, and they have not yet got back. It is strange, for they said nothing about being away for supper."
"Well, we didn't see them," answered both Poole and Merwell. Then both left the boathouse and took their way to the gymnasium.
Here, as fate would have it, they ran into Messmer and Henshaw, who were doing some turns on the bars, in company with Gus Plum, who, since his good work on the ball-field, was becoming quite a favorite.
"I don't think I can do many turns to-night," they heard Plum say. "I am tired out from a row Dave Porter, Phil Lawrence, and myself took to Bush Island."
"How did the island look?" asked Messmer, carelessly.
"Very nice. We walked all around it and ran into Doctor Clay and Mr. Dale. They were there gathering geological specimens."
"I'd like to make a collection," put in Henshaw. "By the way, Mr. Dale wasn't at supper. Did he come home with you?"
"No, we left him and the doctor there knocking off the bits of rock," answered Plum.
Merwell and Poole listened to this conversation with keen interest. They exchanged glances, and then the dudish pupil pulled his crony by the coat-sleeve and led the way to a lonely part of the campus.
"Oh, Link, do you think we took the doctor's boat by mistake?" asked Poole, with something akin to terror in his tones.
"Hush! not so loud!" warned Merwell. "If we did, you don't want to let anybody know it."
"But what shall we do? The doctor and Mr. Dale can't leave the island without a boat."
"I know that. But don't you say anything – unless you want to get into hot water."
"But they may have to stay there all night!" continued the thoroughly frightened Nat.
"Oh, I reckon somebody will come to take them off."
"Do you sup – suppose they saw us run away with their boat?" Poole was now so scared he could scarcely talk.
"No. We didn't see them, and consequently I can't see how they'd know us. But you want to keep mum."
"Maybe somebody saw us bring in the empty rowboat."
"I don't think so; nobody was around when we came in. Now you just keep quiet and it will be all right."
"If they have to stay on the island all night they'll be as mad as hornets."
"I don't care – I'd like to pay them both back for some of the mean things they've done to us."
"I don't know that they've done any mean thing to me," answered Nat Poole. He felt that he would give a good deal not to have touched the rowboat found on the shore of Bush Island tied to a tree. That it had been a craft used by Doctor Clay and Mr. Dale there was now not the slightest doubt.
Dave was in the library of the school, consulting a history of Rome, when Ben came in with news that Doctor Clay and Mr. Dale were missing. It was almost time to go to bed and a number of the students had already retired.
"Missing!" cried Dave, and put down the volume in his hands. "What do you mean, Ben?"
"They are missing – isn't that plain enough? They went for a row on the river this afternoon, and they have not come back."
"Why, we met them at Bush Island," and Dave explained the occurrence. "Maybe I'd better tell Haskers," he added, and hurried off.
He found the assistant teacher in the office, considerably worried. That evening he and the doctor were to have gone over some school matters that needed attention. The non-return of the master of the Hall was therefore good cause for alarm.
"What do you want, Porter?" he asked, coldly, for he had not yet forgotten the quarrel in that very room some months previous.
"I understand Doctor Clay and Mr. Dale are missing, Mr. Haskers."
"Well?"
"I only wish to tell you that Phil Lawrence, Gus Plum, and I were out rowing this afternoon and we went to Bush Island, and there we met the doctor and Mr. Dale, who had come in a rowboat."
"Indeed! Did they say anything about coming back?"
"No, sir. We left them there, gathering geological specimens."
"They wouldn't stay there unless there was a reason for it," mused Job Haskers.
"Perhaps their boat sprung a leak, or something like that."
"Ahem! Such a thing is possible."
"Would you like some of us to go to the island and find out?"
"No. If I want that done I can send Siller."
"You might go to the island in Poole's motor boat. She could make the trip in no time."
"I'll think of it," answered Job Haskers, shortly. He did not wish to give Dave any credit for the suggestion.
Nevertheless, he acted on the advice, and less than a quarter of an hour later, with the searchlight on, the motor boat left the school dock, carrying on board Nat Poole, Siller, and Job Haskers. Poole was badly frightened, fearing that what he and Merwell had done would be found out.
